Page 9 of The Pakhan

Now I really had no clue what to say. “Um. I guess.”

“Not I guess. That’s reality. You are going to stay here tonight and we’ll talk further in the morning but first things first. We need to handle your serious infraction.”

How? Was he going to call my father and tattle on my bad behavior? No, Vadim wasn’t that kind of man. “What does that mean?”

He smiled in that fatherly kind of way that made me feel icky for thinking of him more sexually. “I’m going to give you a hard spanking.”

I wasn’t certain I heard him correctly. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me, little one. You need to be reminded you can’t tangle with very bad men.”

Incensed, I almost jerked up but thought better of it. Yet I was shaking more than I’d been before. “I don’t think that…”

“That’s the issue. You didn’t think your decision through. You’re a highly intelligent women yet you acted like a child. Now, let’s get this over with so we can get you into some dry clothes and you can get a good night’s sleep.”

Why did I have a feeling I didn’t have a choice?

Because in truth, I didn’t. Not if I wanted his help.

Vadim eyed me carefully then with one finger, beckoned me. I felt like I was seven years old all over again. “Do you have the jump drive?”

I stood on shaky legs, tugging it from my tight and wet pocket. “I do. I have it encrypted myself, so you’ll need me to help you.”

As I walked closer, I became intensely aware of the aftershave the man was wearing. It was rich in tone, full of musk and citrus. The scent was perfect for him, adding to his dangerous persona.

When he took it from my fingers, the same shot of intense electricity recurred. I also had a rush of heat that had likely caused another serious bout of redness on my cheeks. I always felt so inconsequential around the man, tonight no different. He was powerful and I was puny.

He sucked in his breath, putting the drive in the pocket of his suit jacket. When he stood, towering over me, I found myself tingling all over.

“You do understand what you did was reckless,” he said, his voice dipping lower than before.

“I was just trying to get ahead on my own.”

“There were many other ways of doing that. Now, while I take my jacket off and roll up my sleeves, you’re going to drop your jeans and panties and lie over the edge of my desk.”

I wasn’t certain whether to be ashamed or mortified. I did know I’d opened my mouth wide. No one had spanked me. My father was controlling as fuck, but corporal discipline would mean actually spending time with me.

And he’d always been far too busy to care about his daughter.

Vadim patted my arm almost like he would do to a dog. I had expected him to use the term ‘good girl.’ “When I’m finished, I think you’ll use the round of discipline as a reminder that putting your life in danger is not something anyone wants you to do.”

The fatherly attitude continued as he walked away, giving me a little privacy.

Meanwhile, my nipples were fully aroused, pushing against the ridiculously thin material of my bra and scrappy looking tee shirt. I must appear as a child to him, given my garish look and holey jeans. Meanwhile, he looked like a million bucks at almost eleven at night.

Lucky bastard.

I waited, unable to take my eyes off him as he removed his jacket, placing it over the back of the huge leather chair he’d been sitting in. A lump had formed in my throat the moment I’d pulled into the man’s driveway.

The guards had treated me like I was not allowed on the property. Every one of them had had a weapon in their hands. But worse than that had been the fact two huge dudes had been in the process of removing a big, rolled piece of plastic. I didn’t need to look closely to know there had to be a body wrapped inside. I certainly hadn’t come at the best time.

Was there ever?

After wiping a single bead of nervous perspiration rolling down my forehead, I lowered my head and started to unfasten my jeans. My hands were shaking so badly I wasn’t certain I could do this. I tried to rationalize what I was doing and why he was demanding I accept punishment.

It was like being in a huge fog, nothing clear like usual. I finally managed to unfasten my jeans, closing my eyes before tugging them down. My clothes were still wet enough my panties came with them. I wasn’t certain whether I should be happy or feel ashamed by the fact I’d worn a thong.

Well, I certainly hadn’t anticipated the night going the way it had.

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