Page 23 of The River in Spring
“You’ve been in my bedroom before. I’d guess you were in the bathroom too. Am I right?”
He dips his chin and lifts his lids. “Ineverleave the medicine cabinet open.”
Oh fuckity fuck shit. I didn’t close the cabinet! Heat rises on my cheeks. But for a moment words are stuck deep in my throat. Think of something!
“I’ve got cameras. Mostly downstairs, but one is in the hall outside the bedroom. I watched the security clip. Nice work, Dove. You move fast.”
He chuckles, and I cover my face with a pillow and scream.
“I’m impressed with your stealthy ways.”
The pillow comes down. “I was looking for the Yellow-Tailed Warbler.”
I start laughing at my own joke and he joins me.
“Yeah, the ground I’m standing on is pretty shaky.”
“That’s right!” I roll on top of him. “You stuck your nose in my business first. I would never have done it if you hadn’t crossed that line!”
“That’s it? No remorse? No apology?”
“You started it.” I cross my arms in fake defiance.
A deep sigh escapes as he rolls me off, stands and faces me. Very slowly, he pushes the boxer briefs off and steps out. His cock twitches.
“As your attorney, I’m afraid I have to advise you you’re going to be punished for your transgressions.”
“If you’re my attorney why are you in charge of my punishment?”
“Because it will please me. Please remove your robe and come lay over my lap. Do it now.”
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he locks eyes with me.
Oh my. Embarrassment for being busted turns to pleasure. I lose the robe and stand before him wearing just a red thong and matching bra. He bites his lip and chews. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.
“Please forgive me, sir. It won’t happen again,” I say, sliding over his lap, ass in the air.
Complete silence as I stare at the door across the room. I look back.
“Am I in the right position?”
A warm hand slides over my cheeks, sending chills up my spine.
His voice is low and soft as he says, “For now.”
A sharp sting hits its mark.
“Oh!”
“That’s for entering the inner sanctum without me.”
“I’m not sorry,” I say defiantly.
Another spank. “Ow!”
He leans close to my ear. “Too hard?”
“No,” I whisper.
