Page 32 of Taming Scarlet

I knew I’d snapped at him.

I knew I’d purposely provoked him.

I’d watched him as another man ground against my ass, as his hands touched me. Daring him to say something. To do something.

He hadn’t though.

Or so I thought.

He’d simply been biding his time.

“And I can’t allow that,” he told me. “You need to learn,” he added. “Stand.”

He offered me a hand then, and I took it to get to my feet, feeling more unstable than I should have in my heels.

Once I was standing before him, he pulled me toward the side of his legs.

“Down,” he demanded. “Over my lap,” he clarified as I felt my brows knit.

My gaze shot up to his face then.

Because, no.

Surely… not.

He didn’t want to… spank me.

Because I’d ‘behaved badly.’

“Eyes down,” he snapped. And my gaze immediately lowered.

I didn’t know what was happening to me, why my body felt electric and overstimulated, why he had so much control over me.

“Do not make me tell you again,” he said, voice dark. “Or you will regret it.”

My knees bent slightly and I… did it.

I lowered myself over his legs, my head hinged downward toward the floor, my ass up, my pelvis on his legs.

“You know why this is happening,” he said as his hand started to slide my skirt upward, exposing my bare ass inch by inch.

“Y…yes.”

I knew exactly what I’d done to piss him off.

I just never expected to bepunishedfor it.

“You need to learn the consequences of your actions,” he told me as his fingers whispered over my ass for a second before disappearing.

I knew it was coming a second before the slap landed by the wash of cold air over my ass.

But knowing it hadn’t prepared me for the sting against my flesh.

This wasn’t a playful ass slap.

It hurt.

A yelp escaped me.

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