In this excerpt, our fearless heroine is testing the limits of the sexy sheriff’s ultimatum: submit or go to jail.
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Cole’s heat hit my back as he crowded me to the counter.
“Lesson one,” he breathed into my ear, and every nerve in my body got thrill. “You do as ordered, without complaining.”
“But I’m so good at it,” I complained. “Snark is my life. I eat sarcasm for breakfast.”
“I know.” His body pressed against mine, forcing me to lean over the sink. “Put your hands on the counter.”
I did, gripping the edge of the sink so he wouldn’t see how they shook with excitement.
“You’re going to learn to behave, if I have to beat it into you.” He used his feet to urge mine apart.
“You’re spanking me because I whined?”
“No.” His whisper tickled my ear. “I’m spanking you because I can.” He pulled my hips back and folded my nightshirt up.
“Push your bottom out. I want a good target.” I did, now as excited as he sounded. My pussy was liable to drip on the floor.
A giddy feeling swept through me. “Point your toes in. You won’t be able to clench your bottom.”
“Does that make it hurt more?” I asked. Trust Cole to study this sort of thing.
The first blow rocked me forward onto my hands. I sucked in a breath. That hurt more than the last two spankings he’d given me.
“You tell me.”
He continued peppering my bottom. I breathed through it, my eyes watering. Still, being disciplined by a hot guy beat going to lock up any day.
He finished, squeezing my bottom. The rough massage cut the sting in half. My own hands itched to clutch my bottom.
“Now go stand the corner. Nose to the wall and use both hands to hold up your shirt.”
The fresh pain warned me to obey. As I stared at the wall, I heard him move around the room behind me.
This was crazy. I was standing in the corner with my red ass on display like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, while Cole sat at the kitchen table and watched. I wasn’t sure what was worse–the pain or the humiliation.
My pussy was so very wet.
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