Page 10 of The Pakhan

After sucking in my breath, I stole another quick look in his direction. I’d always admired the man’s tattoos, wondering if there was a story behind them. As he rolled up his sleeves, I found myself dragging my tongue across my bottom lip. I could swear he was even more muscular than a few years before.

Plus, I’d forgotten how much of an effect his Russian accent had on me.

Now I felt hot and wet, almost begging him to say a few words in his native language. However, this wasn’t the time or the place.

I suddenly felt lightheaded, unable to look at him any longer. I leaned over as required, plastering my cheek against the cool wood. A strange sound caught my attention and I realized what he was doing.

Removing his belt.

Really?

This wasn’t personal. I tried to remind myself of that. The man was genuinely concerned for my wellbeing. But that didn’t make the shame any easier to tolerate. When he approached, I closed my eyes once again. I wasn’t certain if I could stand this level of humiliation. Yes, what I’d done was wrong, but a spanking? Why not a tongue lashing?

“You will learn, little zavetnyy, to be very careful what you do inside this world. My world.” His voice was dark, full of the same hard edge I’d seen on his face. His world. I knew what that was but had never been forced to face it until tonight.

I’d lived like the all-American girl, almost as if inside a bubble. That’s what wealth afforded. To be this girl, the bad girl was entirely different for me. I’d thought it exciting. Right now? I hated it more than coming to him for help or being treated like a child.

I had no idea what to say or if I should. There were no excuses I felt the man would accept. So, even though I hated it, I decided to accept my punishment.

“I’m going to give you twenty for tonight. I hope the hard strikes will do you some good.” He pressed his hand on the small of my back. “Spread out your arms and grab the edge of my desk. I think you’re going to need it.”

Need it? Oh, God. I hadn’t even thought about the pain I’d experience. I did as he asked, sucking in my breath all over again. The anticipation was killing me as he moved back and forth behind me.

When he issued the first brutal crack of his thick leather belt, I cringed deep inside. The anguish wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d anticipated but the shock of being punished was. Tears immediately formed in my eyes from the continued humiliation.

He didn’t waste any time, doling out three more in a row.

Oh, boy. Now I felt the pain coursing through every muscle in my body. Jerking up from the desk, I could hear I was gasping for air, wriggling back and forth. Nothing had prepared me for this. Nothing.

“Stay in position. You don’t want me to start over again. Do you?”

“No,” I croaked out, no longer recognizing my voice.

“Good girl.”

There it was. I was just a girl and nothing more. How could I blame the man? Disheveled and distraught, appearing at his doorstep close to the middle of the night. Still, the agony was biting. I tried to obey the man as he brought the belt down several more times, including two on the tops of my thighs.

“Ouch. Shit. This hurts.” My shriek was loud and obnoxious even to me.

“As it should. All punishments are designed to be remembered.” He took a few seconds to caress my skin and I could feel the heat building.

Just having him touch me in such an intimate way was strange, so much so I was trembling all over. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed I’d be here in his office being disciplined.

“You’re doing very well.” He took that as a cue to begin again, popping the savage strikes down across both sides of my bottom with supreme accuracy. It was as if he’d done this kind of thing before. Lots of times.

I tried not to make this remotely sexual. That would make this… disturbing, but with every continued crack of his wrist, the anguish continuing to build, something else was also happening.

I was getting very wet, my interior core heated to a million degrees. While I’d been attracted to boys, then men before, my limited experience hadn’t been with a man like this.

He was… Wow. That was the only appropriate word.

“Six more,” he said in his gravelly voice.

The man wasn’t interested in wasting time, bringing the belt down with methodical precision. I tried not to squirm, to be his good girl but holy shit, lights were flashing in front of my eyes. I could only pray he hadn’t noticed how wet I was. That would be the most embarrassing aspect of this, something I’d remember for the rest of my life.

I wasn’t certain the horrible event was over until he patted my right butt cheek before backing away. Well, I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t certain I would be able to stand without falling to the floor. But I wasn’t going to remain in this position for longer than necessary. As I pushed up from the desk, I recognized my legs felt like rubbery noodles. Powering off a deep breath and an exhale, I shoved myself all the way to my feet.

But as soon as I tried not to keep a white-knuckled hold on his desk, I realized I was toppling backward.

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