Page 306 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

She nodded, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Mmm… lucky me. Tonight?”

“Yep. It's all in the car.”

He lifted and lowered his lips quickly to show her what she'd just done to his fangs and she giggled. “It's a date, then,” she said, sliding off the bar stool.

He left Stella in charge of locking up after closing time because Kate looked absolutely wiped out. She'd put her all into her performance, as usual, and didn't look up for anything but bed by the time they had turned on the fluorescents to shoo customers out. “Come on,” he said, putting an arm around her waist and leading her out to his car. “I'll drive you home.”

“Thanks,” she sighed. She stared out the window as they drove in silence for a while. He could feel tension coming from her, but he wasn't sure what it was about. Then she volunteered, “My master's thesis proposal is due on Monday. I'm supposed to meet with my committee.”

Ah. That explained everything. “How's it coming?”

“It's not.”

“What is your thesis about?”

“Something about how music boosts mathematical abilities in children. Except I haven't worked out what my angle is, exactly.”

“Well, what are you thinking?”

“I don't know!” she snapped defensively.

“You must have some ideas,” he pressed.

“I don't, okay? I don't have a clue!”

“Just tell me where you want to head with it.”

“Jesus, Dom, would you leave it alone?” she snapped. “This fucking conversation isn't helping!”

He swung the wheel and pulled the car over to the side of the road, turning off the engine. She looked at him in astonishment. If he could have worked out how to make it happen in the front seat of his car, he would have spanked her right there. But it seemed impossible.

“I'm going to ask you to try that again,” he said coolly.

Her eyes were wide and he could feel her nervous tension galvanizing into fear. Her face flushed. “I-I'm sorry,” she stammered. “I'm just stressed out, that's all. I didn't mean to take it out on you.”

“Rephrase your previous statement,” he prompted her.

“Okay…” she said slowly. “I'd rather not talk about my thesis right now because I'm wound up about not knowing what to propose.” She blinked a few times, like she was trying to keep from crying.

He started the car. “Better.”

He let her sit in silence for the rest of the ride, fidgeting under the pressure of the tension between them. When they got to her place, he walked her to the door and paused in the doorway after she entered.

“Vampires need an invitation to enter,” he said. “Wait—” He held up his hand to silence her when she opened her mouth. “You should know that if I come in there, I'm going to spank you. So if you invite me in, you're giving your consent.”

Chapter Five

She swallowed. “Come in,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. She felt both fear and thrill at the same time. He looked around as he walked in and she found herself embarrassed that it was such a cluttered mess. He sat on the sofa and patted his lap. “Come here.”

Her belly jumped. She was nervous—very nervous. Her palms were sweating and her heart was pounding in her chest. She crossed the room and stood in front of him. He pulled her gently down, so that she was lying across his lap. He adjusted how he was sitting so that her face didn't hit the armrest of the sofa and then he tucked a pillow under her face.

She lay there in the completely submissive position, waiting. The anticipation was killing her. Her bottom clenched. Ouch. His hand came down on her upturned bottom. She gasped. He started spanking her slowly. Then, as it started to get intense and she started wriggling, he increased his speed and force, sending her into a near panic with the inescapable pain. She reached back with her hand to try to protect her offended cheeks, but he caught her arm and bent it gently but firmly behind her back, holding her easily in place. She was gasping for breath.

“Stop! Dom, please! Stop! That's enough! I'm sorry, okay?”

He stopped spanking and rubbed her sore bottom. “Who is in charge, here?” he asked softly.

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