Page 19 of Yours

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, his voice low and deliberate.

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.

“Say it,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Because I messed up,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“That’s right,” he said, his hand brushing lightly over my skin, sending a rush of heat through me. “And because you need to learn what happens when you make mistakes.”

I closed my eyes, my breath shaky as I braced myself for what was coming next. Every nerve in my body was on edge, the anticipation almost worse than the coming punishment itself, or so I thought…

His hand brushed against my ass, and I stiffened, immediately on alert for what was coming next. My skin felt extra sensitive, and I ignored the fiery trail of pleasure that raced straight to my core and made my pussy clench tight.

I couldn’t be enjoying this. That would make me crazy. Positively deranged… Right?

The first swat landed with a piercing crack, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. The sting blossomed almost immediately, scalding hot and searing, and I sucked in a breath, my fingers clenching against the leather seat beneath me. My heart was already racing, but now it felt like it might pound straight out of my chest.

Holy shit.

That hurt more than I thought it would.

I bit the inside of my cheek, heat flooding my face. I wanted to snap back, to argue, to say something, anything really, but the words were stuck in my throat, tangled up with the unexpected rush of emotions sweeping through me. I wasn’t just embarrassed—I was mortified. Ashamed. Angry. And yet… there was a building desire swirling in my core that I didn’t want to face.

The second swat came harder, jolting me out of my thoughts. My breath hitched, and my body tensed, instinctively trying to pull away from the sting spreading across my skin. But Ronan’s hand on my lower back kept me firmly in place even when I tried to crawl off his lap.

“Stay still,” he said quietly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to take this like a good girl.”

I gritted my teeth, my hands fisting on the leather seat as I forced myself to stay where I was. My pride was screaming at me to fight back, to tell him exactly what I thought of this whole thing, but the sizzling burn radiating across my bare cheeks kept my defiance at bay.

It was hard to be sassy or defiant when you were over a man’s knee getting your bare bottom spanked this hard.

The third swat landed, followed quickly by the fourth and fifth. My breath came faster now, shallow and uneven. The sting wasn’t unbearable, but it was relentless, each swat leaving a fresh bloom of heat on my skin.

“You don’t think about the consequences of your actions, do you?” Ronan said, his voice low and steady as his hand came down again. “You act first, and then you expect someone else to clean up your mess.”

“I didn’t—” I started to protest, but my voice broke as another swat landed, cutting off my words.

“Yes,” he said firmly, pausing just long enough for his words to sink in. “You did. You didn’t think. And now, you’re here. Over my knee. Because you couldn’t keep that smart mouth of yours in check.”

The spanking continued, getting harder and faster with every subsequent smack. I struggled over his knee. I tried to remain strong, to take it gracefully, but the sting was far more than I’d expected.

I snapped my lips shut, telling myself I would keep quiet, that I wouldn’t let him know that he was getting to me, but as soon as he started striking the backs of my thighs, I lost my battle almost instantly.

His palm was like a plank of wood, spanking my bare cheeks over and over again. There wasn’t a square inch that he missed from the tops of my cheeks to the middles of my thighs, which I very quickly learned stung more than all the rest.

The spanking went on for far longer than I thought it would, and I started to panic. The sting was unlike anything else—brutally harsh, searing hot, and impossible to ignore. Each swat sent a jolt of fire across my skin, radiating outward until it felt like my entire backside was ablaze. The heat built with every strike, an unrelenting burn that left me breathless and squirming, desperate for relief that wouldn’t come.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. My skin felt hot, raw, and my chest tightened with a mix of frustration and unwanted desire.He was right—damn it, he was right—but admitting that felt like surrendering something vital.

“Ronan,” I said, my voice shaky as I tried to twist around and meet his gaze. “I get it, okay? I messed up. Can we just?—”

The next swat silenced me, harder than the ones before. I gasped, my body jerking slightly against his hold, and I could feel a single tear slipping down my cheek despite my best efforts to keep it together.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, his tone softer now, but no less firm. “You’re going to take this, Kiera. Every last bit of it.”

My breath hitched, and I pressed my forehead against the cool leather of the seat, trying to focus on anything other than his stinging hand and the heat spreading across my bare cheeks. But it was impossible to ignore—every swat, every sting, every inch of contact burned into my mind, every droplet of arousal coursing down my thighs.

The swats came harder, faster, with a ruthless precision that left no room for anything else. My thoughts, my pride, my defiance—everything faded into the searing sting spreading across my skin. I couldn’t hold back the soft gasps that escaped my lips, each one louder than the last until the sounds escalated to full-throated desperate cries.

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