Page 136 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“In my defense, it all happened rather…last minute," I said, my voice pitched much higher than normal as I took a step backward, one step for every one he took forward.

Which worked until I hit the wall behind me.

I trembled at the dirty smirk spreading across his face as he continued to saunter my way, because he knew that he’d caught me.

“You’re going to get two spankings for every thousand dollars I lost tonight,” he purred.

“When we get home?” I asked hopefully.

He chuckled, and the sound slid across my skin sensually.

“Absolutely not.”

Camden stopped right in front of me, his hand gently encircling my throat, his thumb rubbing across my pulse like I’d found he liked to do.

“My baby’s feeling unsettled, scared about all the new things happening to her,” he crooned, his hand slightly tightening as he spoke.

“I think the word for what I’m feeling is...independent, actually,” I hissed, unable to stop myself from...pushing him.

He laughed again and released my throat, slowly lowering himself to the bench so he was straddled across it.

“Come here, Anastasia,” he said in that same, calm voice as he patted his lap.

I stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked. He was taking this really far.

Slowly, hesitantly, I stepped closer, wondering when he was going to pull the plug on this little joke.

“Trust me,” he murmured, and some of my unease spilled away.

This was Camden, and I could trust him.

I stepped up to him, and his hand pressed gently on my lower back. Before I knew it, he was lowering me across his lap, his touch firm but careful.

This was it. This was when he laughed and pulled me up and?—

Camden abruptly ripped down my leggings, the icy air spilling across my bare ass.

“What—” I started to protest, squirming on his lap.

Thwack! His hand came down sharply on my backside. The sting was immediate, surprising, and a gasp escaped my lips.

“Camden!” I squeaked indignantly, struggling to get off him. His grip on me was firm, though, keeping me in place.

“That's one,” he said calmly, his tone holding no evidence of the massive erection that was digging into my belly.

“You son of a—” I snarled, my words cut off as he spanked me again, the sound seeming to echo around the empty arena.

“That’s two.”

My face was flushed with hot shame...but something else was building between my legs…something I didn’t want to admit.

Thwack. Thwack.

“That’s four.”

My ass was on fire, and when his fingertips softly stroked against my skin right after the stinging burn....I moaned.

Spankings five and six felt like a dream. I could feel wetness building on my thighs...and I wasn’t fighting him anymore.

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