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"She knew better."
"Oh." She might have said more, but the feel of his warm hand on her thighs had her going silent and still. He massaged her gently, both of his hands moving to squeeze her before he flipped up her skirt with a sigh.
"I told you, you would be wearing a skirt."
She smiled and turned her face away and into the comforter. "You did."
"And here we are, with these sweet blue panties." His hand moved slowly up to cradle her ass, and then he squeezed her before his hand dropped to run a finger gently over where her clit was making her gasp.
"Are you wet for me, baby?"
"Yeah," she breathed, her voice coming out more like a cry than anything else.
"Can't wait to taste you."
Her legs parted at that, and she pushed her hips against his thigh. "Please, Sir."
A light warning smack hit her, and she jerked. "Not yet," he said, a hand moving to the center of her back while the other stayed on her ass. "You have to take your spanking first before you get to be my good girl again."
She mewled in frustration and moved to push her hips against him again, craving that magical friction in any way she could get it, but James hooked a finger into her underwear and surprised her when he jerked them so hard down her thighs, she heard the seams rip.
"You tore my panties."
He sighed, fingers tightening in the ripped remnants of her panties, and he yanked them off of her.
"So I did." He leaned over her, his body close and warm against her back and side. The steady presence of him curled over her made her relax and let out a contented sigh as she turned her face to the side to watch the slow hypnotic movement of his hands as they mapped the curves of her sides and legs.
"You behaved badly. You played with your health and your safety, tonight."
Ashley's eyes drifted closed at the rumbling sound of James' voice, a small moan sounding in her throat as his voice and presence surrounded her, enveloping her in comfort and safety. He wasn't lying to her. She'd acting recklessly while out with the production crew.
"I did." She bit her lip when she felt him uncurl his body from around her slowly, sitting up until he was massaging her back gently with one big hand.
"You'll get ten," James told her, his fingers curling around her side as he tugged her snuggly up against his abdomen. She ducked her chin, hands moving to clutch at the soft bedding beneath her. "And you will count each and every one of them. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she blurted out before she hurriedly added, "Sir, yes, Sir."
"That's my good girl." His hands moved away from her, and Ashley couldn't help but tense at the loss of his gentle touch. "I'm going to start now," he told her.
A rush of adrenaline hit her system, and she did her best not to put her hands over her now exposed ass.
"Okay, I'm ready," she whispered and felt a small measure of triumph when her hands stayed where they were, though wrapped in the bedspread as they were when the first smack of James' hand landed with a solid slap.
She jumped slightly, the breath in her body leaving in a rush before she remembered she was supposed to be counting out loud. "One."
His fingers touched the spot he'd spanked tenderly, and Ashley jumped in surprise again, but this time it wasn't from pain, it was from the exquisite pleasure that the slightest brush of his hands elicited.
A beat passed of him massaging her gently before he lifted his hand away, and the clap of his hand striking her filled the room. Ashley winced but forced herself not to move as she dutifully counted. This time, she wasn't caught off guard when James touched her softly and she relaxed into his touch, her over-sensitized skin drinking up the light brushes of his fingers like water in the desert.
"Two."
"Good girl," he whispered, spanking her once more. "So good for me, holding still like this for me and counting so sweetly. You're good to me."
"Three," she gasped, body and mind lighting up like a fireworks display at his praise. It was like a switch had flipped in her body and she no longer tensed at the slap from his hand.
"Four," she moaned, losing the battle not to move and arching her back to present her ass better to the man still whispering encouragement to her. She craved it, wanted those softly crooned words to her and the butterfly light touch that accompanied it, but that meant she also was hungry for the crack of his hand on her skin, the way it made her skin flush at first before slowly burning to a fire that had her almost begging for him to stop.
"Five," she cried out, when once again, he hit her, confusing her body and mind further as he did it again, and again, and again. Finally, there were only two strikes left, and Ashley's body was shaking from the exertion of holding herself still for James as he spanked her. She had long abandoned holding on to the bed, one hand going to the knee of his pants to grip the fabric tightly while she pressed the other to her mouth.
