Page 24 of Solemn Vow

If only I had the courage to roll my eyes, but his belt is still within reach, and he still has me pinned to the table.

“I already told you. It was his sister’s house, and I didn’t know that it was his sister until he showed up at the end.” If it wasn’t for him, I probably would have been recommended to other rich families that would have paid big money for these parties. Then I could get the cash for Jimmy and get him out of my hair faster.

“You lied.” The last nail being driven into the coffin would have been a softer sound.

“I did.” No sense in denying it, and I can’t even explain it without having to tell him about the money I owe Jimmy.

“Then you deserve to be punished.” He leans over me again.

“Wait! You already did!” I point out, wiggling enough until his belt slides off my back and onto the table.

“No, that was only to get you talking.” That’s all the warning I get. He lays into me again, this time with his hand.

Over and over again he smacks my bare ass, reigniting the fire his belt had started and continuing to spread the flames down my thighs and back up to my ass.

There isn’t a spot spared on my flesh. I dance from one foot to the other, whining and crying and demanding that he stop. Nothing stops him.

“Learn your lesson, Marlena. Lying will get you a hot ass every time.” He quickens the spanks, makes them harder.

“I’ve learned! I’ve learned!” I yell, swinging my arm back. He easily captures it, pins it to my back and holds me down. A quick shift of his positioning and he’s back at it.

I’ll never sit again.

“Have you?” He pauses, his breath isn’t even going fast. None of this has any effect on him.

Then he presses himself against my ass, and I feel every inch of the effect.

When I push back at him, despite the irritation of his jeans against my sore ass, he chuckles and pulls away.

“I’ve learned. No lying. I’ve learned.” I wipe my cheeks with my free hand.

He releases my arm and helps me up from the table. My mind swirls at the new position, and he catches me when I stumble back a step.

I lay my hands against his chest, finding my balance. His hand sweeps across my cheek then knuckles my chin up.

“You okay?”

“My ass hurts,” I complain, but the smile that crosses his lips suggests that’s not what he meant.

“Punishments always will.” He runs the fat of his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Other things ache.” I nibble on my bottom lip.

He pulls it free from my teeth.

“First, be a good girl. Then you’ll get rewarded.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Drink your coffee before it gets cold.”

“Are you leaving?” I ask when his hand drops from my face. I can’t explain it, but the spot where his hand was feels abandoned. Another red flag, flying high.

“Not yet.” He squats down and grabs my leggings, pulling them up my body and dragging them over my sore ass. The amount of pride he shows when he finds me wincing is rude, but I’m too sore to risk telling him.

“Then what are you doing?”

“Spending time with you.”

“Spending time with me?”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Yes.”

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