Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Taking my clothes off while not standing up is another challenge that puts me in a humiliating position. There’s no graceful way to do it. I just have to squirm and wriggle around on the floor until not a single scrap of fabric remains to protect my modesty.
“Now that you’ve had a little bit of sleep, I think we can attend to some of the issues raised today.”
He sounds almost like he’s in a boardroom, which is ridiculous because this could not be less of a formal setting now. I am trying to work out how to sit in a way that preserves a little bit of what remains of my sense of dignity. I end up kneeling with my arms wrapped around my upper chest.
“Hands down,” he says. “If you do not like feeling exposed, all the better. You have exposed the both of us today, haven’t you, pet?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“This is going to have consequences for me, and I intend to ensure that there are plenty of consequences for you too. Follow me. Hands and knees.”
He leads me through the massive penthouse. If we were in my little abode, I could follow him anywhere in a matter of a few crawling steps, but in this place, I am forced to follow him for what feels like miles.
I am very aware of how exposed I am, especially from behind. I do not know if I am being observed. I know that Smith is somewhere in the place, presumably he doesn’t get put away in a closet when he’s not in use. If anybody were to come through any door now, they would be treated to the sight of my exposed ass and…
Marcus is sadistic and cruel.
All the way to the bedroom.
There, he picks up a leather paddle. He turns to face me, holding it in both hands. His expression is somewhat inscrutable. He is displeased with me, but he is not unhappy about what he is about to do. I think he is going to enjoy it.
“Come here,” he says, pointing to the floor in front of him.
I sidle up to his feet, but that is not what he wants.
“More. Through,” he says. “Beneath my legs.”
I do as I am told, feeling every bit the animal as I crawl a few more inches forward. This puts me directly beneath him, both physically and mentally. I am being thoroughly dominated and utterly shamed as he stands over me.
The sound the paddle makes as it lands that first infernal swat is like a gunshot going off. I gasp and try to bolt forward, but he snaps his legs closed.
“Uh-uh, pet,” he drawls. “You won’t escape that easily. This is what you get for causing a scene and damn near killing yourself in the process. You put yourself in danger, and I will never tolerate that.”
His lecturing is intense and stern. He means every word. I can feel the sting of his disappointment almost as intensely as I feel the effects of the paddle.
“Do you understand, Charlie? Do you know that you matter to me? That I will not allow harm to come to you? Do you fathom the fact that everything I have done since I met you has been an effort to keep you safe? An effort you seem to delight in defying?”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “I’m not used to anybody caring. I didn’t think…”
“No,” he lectures. “You didn’t think at all, did you. You followed whatever reckless impulses came to mind, and you disregarded the consequences. Well, you won’t disregard this, I can promise you that.”
He stands over me, my waist trapped between his powerful legs as he spanks me with that paddle over and over.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
It lands relentlessly, building up an intense heat and sting. He is absolutely ruthless and remorseless as he punishes me thoroughly, spanking the crown of my cheeks, the top, the sides, the bottom, and even my thighs as well. No part of me escapes the repeated attentions of that damn paddle, which must have been forged somewhere in hell to be able to heat my ass this intensely.
Tears stream down my face as the combination of shame and pain becomes too much to bear.
Finally, he stops, though it doesn’t really matter because now my ass feels like it is spanking itself, my muscles sort of pulsing with the heat and the ache that damn paddle has left in its wake.
“You’re feeling sorry for yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit softly.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes!” I answer more emphatically this time. I don’t want him thinking he has to do anything else to me to make his point.
“Good,” he says. “I can see this was an effective punishment.”
He picks me up, one arm under my body, the other between my legs, and tosses me on the bed as if I weigh nothing. I land face down with a little squeak of surprise as he follows me down onto the comforter.