“I said strip. Since when does that mean you can leave anything on?” Logan asked pointedly, his heated gaze caressing every inch of exposed skin.
“Mmmm... Sorry.” Sam uttered, trying to appear as though she were. “I forgot what you told me to do.”
“Is that so?”
She liked taunting him, liked pushing him because in the end, he would overwhelm her with pleasure. “Yes.”
“In that case, I think you’ve definitely earned your punishment. Come here.”
Sam walked to him, taking slow, measured steps, anticipation burning through her.
Logan turned his chair, placing more space between him and the table before taking her hand. When he pulled her close, she instinctively moved to stand in front of him, but he easily adjusted her course until she was standing on his right side.
“Bend over my knee.” Logan’s voice was deep, laced with promise.
Sam looked down at his knees, then back at him, unable to move from her spot. Ok, so thinking about being spanked and actually giving in to letting it happen were two different things. Maybe she should rethink this entire situation.
Just when she would have taken a step back, Logan gripped her wrist firmly.
“Over my knee, Sam. Now.” This time he injected the firm, definitely-not-kidding tone she’d heard before.
Anxiety coursed through her bloodstream, making her feel dizzy but somehow she managed to lean over, her stomach lying across his thighs. It certainly would have been easier if he’d have put her in position himself, but because he expected her total submission, Sam found forcing herself to do as he said to be harder than she could have imagined.
“Damn, baby. You’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.”
She wanted him to get on with it, get it over with because the longer he waited, the more nerve she lost. When his big, calloused hand began brushing her bare butt cheeks, she squirmed. Although she had left her panties on, the thong offered remarkably little cover.
“It’s going to look so beautiful after I redden it with my hand.” Logan said, his play by play ratcheting up her anxiety. “Is that what you want, Sam? You want me to spank your ass?”
Oh God! When he put it like that, it was a turn on like no other. To think he would actually do it was another thing.
“Tell me.” He ordered.
Sam knew Logan liked to be in control, he reveled in her pleasure, which was another turn on, but he would not continue until she gave him the go ahead.
“Yes.” She muttered, holding herself up by placing her hands on his calves, her arms beginning to ache from the strain.
“Yes, what?” He asked, still gently gliding his palm over her butt.
“Spank me.” The words sounded silly, but the feel of his hand on her thighs, on her butt, kept her from laughing out loud.
Then there was no room for laughter because his hand came down forcefully, causing her to scream from the bolt of pain that ripped through her butt.
He didn’t give her time to recover before he repeated the punishment, although his hand landed on her other butt cheek that time. The sting was intense, but the burning sensation was even more so.
“How many do you think you deserve?” Logan asked, patiently caressing her overheated skin.
Did he actually expect her to answer? Sam hoped not because her breath was lodged in her chest and her brain was on overload.
“How many?” His command was urgent, and he punctuated it with another slap to her behind.
“Ten.” She threw out the first number that came to mind, shocked at her audacity.
“Ten? Why ten?” He inquired, again stroking her heated flesh with his warm palm.
“I don’t know.” She admitted. If she’d been smart, she would have said five.
“Count them off.” Logan instructed seconds before the next slap landed firmly.
“One.” She choked out. That one hurt and that clearly didn’t explain the sudden throb between her legs. Was she actually enjoying this?
Another slap, this one in the exact same spot as the last. She screamed and squirmed before blurting out, “Two.”
By the time Logan was finished, her counts barely audible, there were tears streaming down her face, and her ass was on fire. Sam was unable to move, hardly able to think for the pain ricocheting through her bottom.
“So pretty.”
Sam’s back straightened, and she nearly launched up from Logan’s lap. Had he not been holding her in place, she probably would have done just that. It wasn’t her husband’s voice that spoke those words. She tried to turn, but Logan kept her in place, unable to see behind her as a pair of hands brushed over her tender butt cheeks.