Page 18 of Indecent Proposal

Fuck yes.

Claire knelt on one side of my knees on the bed, and I splayed a hand on her back, guiding her to bend over onto my thighs so that she was now draped over my legs, her ass in the air and perfectly positioned for me to smack.

The temptation to rip off those shorts I’d given her so I could spank that gorgeous bare ass of hers was damn strong, but I kept my control. I wasn’t going to give into my lust and push this too far, too fast.

I rested my hand on her ass, feeling the curve of it, deciding where best to swat that would arouse but not hurt too much. I could feel her breathing become uneven and anxious.

“Since this is your first infraction, I’ll go easy on you. We’ll do five smacks for each rule you broke. You had the window open when I told you to keep them closed, and you went outside the cabin when I told you to stay inside. So that’s ten. Sound fair?”

The tiniest noise, a whimper, I was pretty sure, escaped her—but no words. I rubbed my hand over her ass in a slow, firm circle. “Miss Turner. I need an answer from you in words.”

“Y-yes,” Claire said, then cleared her throat. “That sounds fair.”

“Good.” I pulled my hand off her ass before I did something stupid like slid my fingers underneath the fabric of her shorts and touched her more intimately. “Count for me.”

She glanced back at me, a frown furrowing her brows. “Seriously?”

“You’re not allowed to just endure it. I want you tofeelit.” I also wanted it to be good for her, in its own way, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud.

Claire huffed audibly. It was so goddamn difficult to keep my dick under control right now, but the last thing I wanted was her feeling my hard-on and having her get skittish because of it.

“Fine,” she said.

I let the first slap be gentle and commanding, just to get her used to being spanked, but she still jolted, probably from surprise and the realization that this was really happening more than anything else. “One.”

“A little louder, sweetheart.” I loved her breathy voice but I wanted her to speak clearly.

I swatted her just a little harder on the next one, the smack of my hand sounding a bit louder.

Claire trembled. “Two.”

I kept the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth in the same rhythm I’d done the first two, taking a pause and giving her time to anticipate. But seven, eight, and nine I did one after the other, using enough momentum to cause a nice stinging sensation even through her shorts—causing her to cry out the words with shock.

She was squirming on my knees at that point, letting out little gasps. Feeling bold, I skimmed the tips of my fingers up and down the backs of her legs. Claire trembled and whimpered, her legs parting ever so slightly—a silent invitation to caress even higher. She was so fucking turned on right now, just like I’d hoped she would be.

“Just one more,” I murmured, putting on that warm commanding tone I used in the bedroom when my girl was being good. “You’re doing so well for me.”

A small noise, almost but not quite a moan, slipped out of her at my praise. God I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so goddamn badly.

“O-okay.”

I decided maybe I could slip something else in there. “Okay,sir.”

Claire grabbed onto the comforter and squirmed harder against my legs, like she was dying to feel something between them. Like she wanted to rub against my thigh until she came.

“Okay,” she blurted out. “Sir.”

I couldn’t wait to hear her saying that to me with enthusiasm and desperation. The idea of her begging me,sir, sir, please sir…

God, yes.

“Good girl,” I murmured on instinct, and then I spanked her a final time, making sure this one left a lasting, burning impression on her ass.

“T-ten,” Claire blurted out.

I had the horrible temptation to keep going, to spank her over and over until she came. Hell, I could slide my hand down between her legs from behind like this, beneath the hem of her shorts, and rub that pretty little clit until she came still bent over my knees.

But that would be taking this first time too far, and I instinctively knew it would happen again. I wasn’t going to ruin this moment and her submission—even if she didn’t realize it—by pushing for more. Claire was excruciatingly turned on. I could tell that much. But she might do something in the moment that she could possibly regret later.

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