Page 50 of Hooked

He smiled.

“What?”

“That’s the room I tried to reserve for us tonight.”

“A classroom?”

“Yes, I had visions of bending you over my desk and improving your grades.”

“With a cane, no doubt.”

“I’d thought to use a stout paddle.” He sat up, toppling her from her perch. “That reminds me.” He rolled and reached for something else on the nightstand. “You were such a good girl, I didn’t get to use this.”

He held up a paddle withpetemblazoned on one side and covered in red velvet on the other. She eyed it dubiously, imagining the word tattooed on her backside.

“That’s too bad,” she consoled in a sweet voice, although not one bit sorry. “Maybe next time.”

“Nope. Now. Roll over.”

“But, master, you said I was good.”

“Since when do I need a reason to spank you?”

“Never,” she grumbled, flipping onto her belly.

“Careful, or the few I intended will multiply.” He patted her cheek. “Up on all fours, so I have a good target. I want to put my mark right on the fleshy part.”

“Just what every girl wants to hear from her man, that she has a fleshy ass.”

“I’m a dom, Livia. We like fleshy. It gives us so much more to discipline.”

“Joseph...”

The paddle came down swiftly. “Have we ended the session, and I didn’t know it?”

“No, sir.”

“Better, but not quite right.” He rubbed the velvety side where he had struck. “Care to try again?”

“No, the session hasn’t ended, master.”

“Very good.” Leaning in, he inspected her paddled cheek. “Hm. That one didn’t take. Lean back so your skin is nice and taut, as if I had you over a spanking bench with your knees cocked forward.”

She adjusted her position.

“Perfect. Let’s try that again.” Unlike the cane and floggers he preferred, the paddle was silent as it soared through the air. The crack sounded before heat blossomed on her skin.

“Ouch!”

“Livia, I’ve bare-hand spanked you twice as hard as that and you didn’t utter a word.”

“This is different.”

“How so?”

“Never mind.”

Another splat fell on her other cheek. “I asked you a question, pet.”

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