Page 36 of Lilly's Little Labor Day

Irked and thrilled her.

She didn’t have the wherewithal to break down and dissect all her conflicting emotions. Right now, it was all she could do to keep position like a good girl.

The paddle tapped her trembling cheeks slightly as Master Derek lined up his first shot.

“Do you remember the rules I gave Baby Betty?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Good. Repeat them to me.”

Her mind spun, frantically trying to pull them from memory. It had only been a few minutes since she’d heard them, but given the circumstances, they were difficult to recall. She finally managed. “I will keep position, Sir. I will count my swats. I will think about my actions and how I can make better choices next time, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said. He tapped the paddle against her bottom once more. “Too bad you weren’t a good girl back at the playground, isn’t it. You wouldn’t be in the position.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

A warm tear slid from her right eye.

Oh gosh! The spanking hasn’t even started yet and I’m already crying. Edward is going to see me break down into a blubbering mess!

She could just picture Edward’s face as he watched the disciplinary proceedings. He probably had that arrogant, devil-may-care grin on his face. The one he wore when he’d just devoured some smaller company and absorbed their assets.

She hated that he was watching the most.

The paddle would be dreadful, sure, but she could take it.

Edward glaring on in satisfaction, well, that was almost more than she could take.

It was what it was. Lamenting the fact wouldn’t make a bit of difference.

It was show time.

“Now, hold still, young lady. I’m afraid this is going to hurt,” Master Derek said.

Lilly braced herself.

Master Derek’s words were proven true the moment the paddle made impact. It crackled loudly against her naked skin. It flattened her cheeks in dreadful agony. The holes drilled into the implement’s base only made it worse, too. It left a horrendous sting in its wake.

It hurt so badly, in fact, that Lilly forgot the rules.

“I did not hear you.” Master Derek gave her another quick swat to arrest her attention and jar her memory.

“One, Sir!”

“Good girl. Don’t forget again, young lady, or I’ll add an additional five to your already staggering count. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“See that you do.”

He focused the swats on the spot where her thighs met the curve of her bottom, delivering punishing blow after punishing blow. Lilly’s rear was set ablaze. Every square inch of it was on fire. She gritted her teeth, whimpered, and eventually sobbed. By the time they reached the final swat, the audience could hardly make out her words as she said, “Twenty-five, Sir.”

She managed to get the words out, but just barely.

Master Derek left her in position for what seemed like an eternity. Her head sagged between her shoulders. Tear drops splashed onto the desk below. Saliva hung from her bottom lip.

She could tell from the noises behind her that Master Derek was returning the paddle to the armoire and closing the door.

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