Page 115 of His Rules

“Me?” I pointed to myself.

“Yes, you. If I have to come get you, your punishment will be that much worse.”

He was serious.

I did my best offering my brightest smile.

He shook his head.

I blew him a kiss.

He lifted his eyebrows.

I shimmied my hips.

He slapped his hand on his legs.

“Come. Now.”

With no other saucy activities I could think of, I walked closer.

“Unbutton your jeans. Pull them down. Your thong too.”

His voice was more authoritative than ever before. A rush of heat and embarrassment swept through me, but I found myself obeying him. When he pulled me over his lap, my face fully flushed.

“Now, you’re going to learn it truly is in your best interest to obey me.”

“I know. Your rules.”

“Exactly. We’ll go with twenty-five. That should help you remember.” He patted my bottom, acting as if he was my controller. I’d show him a thing or two.

“That’s unfair.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me life is never fair in business?”

I squirmed on his lap. “Yes, but this is very personal.”

“Not if the crime was done on company grounds, which it was.” His voice was a little too gleeful as he brought down the tawse not once, but twice. I hadn’t believed something that looked so flimsy could hurt so much.

Dear God, I was wrong. “Ouch!”

“I’m glad it hurts.”

“You’re a terrible person.”

“Just living up to those standards you set for me, my diamond in the rough.” He smacked me at least six times and my breath caught as I gripped his leg.

“Stop.”

“No.” Sebastian continued the spanking, the pain turning to agony, but damn if I wasn’t wet, my pussy throbbing. With him, anything was possible. I continued squirming, catching the fact he was hard as a rock. Once I would have been mortified. Now I was fully aroused. Even my nipples were aching.

He started whistling and I opened my mouth to object, but knew better. He might add to the number of strikes. He was methodical, spanking one cheek and the other, even bringing the thin strands of leather across my upper thighs.

I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

As the harsh punishment continued, tears sprang to my eyes, even as my writhing ground my heated pussy against his hard cock. It felt like the spanking would go on forever, but only seconds later he tossed the implement of doom.

He rubbed my aching, hot as fire cheeks for a few seconds before righting me on his lap.

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