Page 59 of Dare To Fall

She struggles, and I press down, forcing her face into the cool wood.

“Ripping up my sketchbooks, Princess? Really? How fucking childish are you?” With one hand holding her firmly in place, I smooth the other over her ass. “I was going to let this one go, but if you insist on behaving like a child who’s fucking acting out because their daddy didn’t pay them any attention, then I’ll fucking punish you like one.” My palm comes down in a sharp slap across her ass.

She yelps and tries to scramble away.

“Oh no, Princess. You’ll take your fucking punishment, and then you’ll apologize.” My palm connects with her ass again.

“Let me go!” Her demand is muffled by her hoodie.

I lean closer. “Stay fucking still. Don’t make me take this up a level.”

She ignores my plea and continues to struggle, swearing and cursing my name.

I release a long sigh, hook my fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants and drag them down over her ass. I’m careful not to take her panties with them, but she freezes all the same.

I stroke my palm over one rounded cheek. “Count to ten, and we’ll call it even.” I bring my hand down.

She cries out but doesn’t count.

“Arabella …” I tut, shaking my head. “If you don’t count, this won’t ever end. Let’s try again. Count, Princess.” The sharp crack of my palm hitting her ass echoes around the room.

“Stop! No, please. Stop!”

I make a show of rolling my eyes.

“Do you want Mr. Drake to come in and find you like this? You know he’ll add it to his spank bank. Last chance before I carry on until I feel like stopping.” I need her to fucking count for me. I spank her again.

“One!” The number is torn from her throat.

I pat her ass. “Good girl. Again.”

“T-two.”

I can hear the tears in her voice, but I stiffen my spine, forcing myself to continue. “And again.”

She’s sobbing by the time we reach seven. The class around us is silent. I’m not even sure any of them are recording what I’m doing.

“E-eight. Please, Eli. Please stop.”

But I can’t. I have to see it through.

I stroke my hand over her ass. It’s on fire. I’m sure my palm prints would be visible if I pulled down her panties to check. I lift my palm to strike her again.

“Eli, stop. You’re going too far.”

I stop, hand hovering in the air and nail Garrett with a glare. “And who the fuck do you think you are?”

“It’s not funny anymore. Just let her go.”

I hold his gaze and bring my hand down, hard, across her ass.

She cries out.

“What number was that? Someone distracted me. Do I need to begin again?” My lip curls when Garrett flushes.

“No! It was nine. Nine, Eli. Please, no more.” Arabella’s voice is frantic.

“How many did I say I was going to do? How many are left, Princess? Your knight in shining armor has made me forget.”

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