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“No.” He shook his head. “You had a lot of options that didn’t include running off to play some kind of cross between Dale Evans and Wonder Woman. Now, Willa. You don’t want me to come over there and drag you over my knee.”

She could see no way to avoid this. Maybe this was the best way. He was furious with her, and she had a fair amount of guilt about how she must have made him feel. Perhaps his spanking her and her capitulating to his dominance would help them both put this behind them and back on the right track.

Willa stood directly in front of him. Her nipples were becoming rock hard, and a pool of desire gathering between her legs. He spread his legs, so she had just enough space to step between them and see the enormity of the bulge in his jeans. He reached up and reverently traced the areola of her breast, spiraling down to her nipple, which he flicked with his thumb, making her moan and her knees to almost give way. He drew her across his lap and gently placed her in position.

His other leg closed against hers, trapping her neatly between his and pressed her down into the bed. She barely had time to register the cool night air from the French doors was raising goosebumps on her skin before Mac’s hand connected with her ass with a resounding thwack, and she yelped in response.

Before she could even think of anything to say that might in some way deter or mitigate the spanking she knew he intended to give her, she felt another resounding swat across the fullness of her buttocks and yowled in response.

Mac laid into her with repeated and targeted blows to her backside while Willa squirmed and tried to get away from him. He had her trapped over his knee, her legs pinioned between his, and her ass was on fire.

“Please, Mac.”

“Please, Mac, what? Please stop spanking you? Not until I’m convinced you understand how pissed I am at you and decide doing as you’re told is a much better way to behave.”

Mac’s hand was a formidable instrument when used on her bottom to punish her. She yelped with each landed blow. She could feel her ass heating up and was sure it was changing color to a deep red. Willa already accepted it would swell and be very painful for the next few days. She wondered why it was so hard to capitulate to his authority before he started spanking her, knowing until she did so, he wouldn’t relent and would continue to blister her bottom.

“God, Mac, I’m sorry I made you angry. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. Please, babe, please stop. I’m sorry.”

Mac’s hand didn’t land the swat she was expecting, instead coming to rest gently on her behind, rubbing it soothingly. He released his hold on her, but as she tried to rise, he forced her down before delivering another hard swat. She forced herself to relax over his knee.

Mac continued to hold her in place but slipped the hand that had been punishing her between her legs to stroke and caress her clit, which responded as it always did, becoming engorged and sending out feelings of arousal and well-being.

“Please?” she cried.

“Go stand in the corner, Willa. Push your bottom out and spread your legs.”

Willa still couldn’t speak, so she simply nodded and stood facing the wall and braced her hands against the wall, quietly crying. Willa knew he was angry but hoped the brunt of his anger was beginning to subside. She heard him approach and snuck a glance over her shoulder to see him unbutton his fly. The head of his cock probed between her legs before any other part of him touched her. Grasping her hips in both hands, he leaned down.

“Never again, Willa. Do you hear me?”

As he said the words, he thrust forward, spearing her depths with his cock. She gasped but more in pleasure than anything else. This was what she was made for—this man and his cock. It was perfect, and she mewled her acceptance of his discipline, his dominance, and his love. It only took three thrusts before her first orgasm exploded.

“I hear you, Mac; I’m sorry.”

Mac grunted as he took long, hard strokes with his cock, never quite uncoupling from her, driving into her with vigor and force. Each time she moaned in response.

As he quickened the pace of his thrusts, he wrapped one arm around her body to hold her in place while he fucked her. The other he brought up to play with her nipples, alternately pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

“God, I missed you,” she sighed.

Mac fucked harder, plunging even deeper, every lunge bringing the tip of his cock to the deepest part of her sheath and his pelvis into painful contact with her backside. He pistoned inand out at a furious pace. Willa came again as he buried himself inside her, unleashing ropes of cum into her waiting pussy as it spasmed around him to coax every last bit from his body into hers.

When they’d caught their breath, he withdrew and pulled her away from the wall and into his embrace. Wiping away the remnants of her tears, he kissed her deeply.

“Don’t you ever do that again. If there’s a next time, no amount of my being happy you’re okay will save your ass from my taking my belt to it. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mac.” She snuggled against him. “I really am sorry.”

Chapter

Nineteen

Willa woke next to Mac, who was laying beside her just casually observing.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to watch me sleep?”

“I can’t think of a one. You scared the shit out of me, Cowgirl. Don’t you ever do it again.”

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