Page 100 of The Pakhan

The light was waning outside but perfect for what I intended. I kept her in my hold as I walked to my bed, yanking down the covers.

“What are you doing?” she breathed.

“Providing what I hope will be the last stern reminder that rules are set for a reason.”

“But I’m kind of hurt.”

After plopping a pillow into the center of the bed, I eyed her with amusement. “Is that anything like being a little bit pregnant?”

She smacked my chest, rolling her eyes in such a way her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks.

I was shocked my cock was aching all over again so soon.

“I think you’ll remember after tonight.” I eased her down onto the corner of the bed, brushing hair from her face as I peered down at her. “Because the spanking will be stern.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll need to trust me. Now, roll over onto the pillows while I retrieve the implement I’m going to use.”

“You’re not going to give me a slight hint at what that is?”

“Not one.” I pointed to the pillow and was given another roll of her eyes.

“You’re mean.”

How many times had my daughters said that very thing to me? I almost felt melancholy, but I wasn’t robbing the cradle or doing anything inappropriate.

Not that I should give a shit in the first place.

At least my cherished one did as I asked in thumping over the pillow. I took a moment to myself, rubbing her back a few times. But if I was admitting my true feelings on this early evening, I’d also have to admit that the sadistic side of me she’d brought out remained. No, I had no intention of hurting her any more than she already had been. As much as I wanted to teach her a lesson, at this point only a sharp reminder was needed.

Maybe for myself as well.

Caroline tried to get herself comfortable but as I walked to the dresser to retrieve my favorite cane, it was easy to tell she was tossing and turning, likely cursing my name under her breath.

Forever my disobedient and defiant woman.

Another reason I was so damn attracted to her.

I hadn’t used the cane in as long as I could remember, but it was a reminder of my early playboy days when I frequented kink clubs.

Perhaps one day I’d take her.

After a few seconds, I pulled the cane into my hand, admiring its perfect shape and the scent of the exotic wood that hit my senses. I ran it under my nose and took a deep breath before turning around to face her.

The beautiful, beguiling woman’s eyes opened wide, watching every little thing I did.

“I thought we were supposed to be going to dinner,” she said as I approached.

“Things change.”

“Not fair.”

She folded and shoved her arms under her chin, jerking her head front and center. She even shoved her legs together, as if I was going to allow that.

I pulled one then the other into position the way I wanted, patting her bottom. There were continuous thoughts racing through my mind, not all of them remaining intimate. Yet I was determined not to allow the outside world to distract me.

Issuing a single crack, the whooshing sound and the slight snap of my wrist was highlighted by her beautifully lilting moan.

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