Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Yet when the girls came and you got a taste of what was happening, you decided to stay.”
Again, my words come spilling out in a nervous torrent.
“Well, I could have left, but I didn’t want to get caught, so I was waiting for the right moment to make my escape. But then it didn’t come, and then I really had to go to the bathroom, and then … OMG, I’m so sorry,” I finish pitifully, staring at my twisted hands. “I never should have watched. I know what I did was wrong.”
Carl nods.
“No, it’s fine sweetheart. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I was disappointed when you left.”
My head jerks up with shock, my eyes wide.
“You were?”
He nods, a smile playing at the corners of his mobile lips. “Yep, and in fact, I was kind of hoping you’d join us. It seemed like you enjoyed what you saw, or you wouldn’t have been looked so scandalized and hungry at once.”
My cheeks go bright red. OMG, I had no idea he could see me the entire time. I honesty believed that Carl was so busy with Genesis and Skye that … OMG. But before I can reply, Carl speaks again.
“So sweetheart, tell me what I should do with a bad girl like you?” he drawls.
I stare at him, a new wave of heat consuming me from the inside out.
“Bad girl?” I manage in a tremulous voice.
He nods, those blue eyes devilish.
“Very bad. You deserve punishment, honey, and I like to enforce discipline around here. We both know you need a lesson to teach you the difference between right and wrong.”
My mouth goes dry even as my heart begins to race. Holy cow, what have I stumbled onto? And yet, there’s a wetness pooling between my thighs, and if I’m not mistaken, that huge tent in his pants is just for me. So I swallow my hesitation and stammer, “Um, how about a spanking?”
Carl nods and looks pleased.
“That’s a very good idea, sweetheart. Yes, I think I’d enjoy spanking you.”
I swallow again, hardly able to believe we’re having this conversation, but then something takes over within my soul. Slowly, I stand up from the couch and then turn away from Carl before bending forward so that my lush bottom rises in the air, presenting itself to the big man.
“Is this what you want Daddy?” I whisper, looking at him coyly from over one narrow shoulder. “I can bend over lower if you want.”
His eyes are glued to the heart-shape of my rump, but he shakes his head.
“No sweetheart,” he rasps, his bronze features still. “I’m not spanking your bottom tonight. I’m going to spank your pussy, baby girl.”
I gasp, totally scandalized.
“What?”
But Carl is firm, those blue eyes intense.
“You heard me, baby. Take off your clothes and sit down on the couch, legs spread.” I stare at him for a moment, my mouth agape, but Carl’s brooking no dissent. “Now. Don’t make me say it again, or you’re going to get twice the number of spanks.”
Fingers trembling, I whip off the loose t-shirt to stand before him in only my bra and panties.
“Those too,” he growls, his eyes roving over my luscious form. “Now, sweetheart. Don’t make me say it again.”
With another shocked gasp, I obey with trembling fingers, the lace falling to the floor. Soon, I’m nude before my handsome neighbor, and he nods, pleased, looking over my huge, quivering breasts and glistening nether lips.
“Very good. Now sit,” he directs, patting the couch. “Spread your legs.”
I gasp but take a seat and press my knees apart. My eyes close as I try to get a hold of the situation. OMG, is this really happening? Am I really in the dimly lit living room of my hunky neighbor, about to let him spank my pussy? This is utterly naughty and wrong, and yet I’m enjoying every second too. Carl is having a good time as well, judging from the way his eyes are glued to the intimate space between my thighs.
“Sweetheart, go wider. Hook your knees over your elbows, and then lift your thighs. Open yourself fully so that I can spank you good.”
I stare at him, utterly shocked.
“Um, I’m sorry?”
But that commanding mask descends over his features again.
“You heard me,” he bites out. “Do it.”
I gasp but then obey, sliding my hands beneath my thighs and slowly lifting them so that my legs are parted in an open vee. OMG. My bottom rises slightly off the couch cushion this way, and sure enough, my pinkness comes into full view, gleaming and swollen. His eyes flare with heat so hot that I can feel it on my skin.
“Shit baby, you’re so beautiful,” he croons, reaching forward to run a large finger down my slit. “And sopping wet too,” he remarks in a low tone. But then the determination comes back into his eyes, and he meets my gaze with his own. “This is the rule, baby girl: I want you to count as I spank you five times.”