Page 13 of Enslaved By Magic

Chapter 6

(Luke)

Luke had been dealing with conflicting emotions for days. Ever since he’d gone to the estate sale and come home with that bottle, his life had been flipped upside down. He wasn’t a believer in magic, or in anything he couldn’t see, but his houseguest was an enigma he had no way to explain. If it was a hoax, it was an elaborate one, and he couldn’t imagine why anyone would go to so much trouble to target him. He was no one important.

He wanted to believe her story because she seemed to sincerely believe it herself, but neither option was logical. Either some unknown girl had picked him out of the crowd to practice her sleight-of-hand hypnosis tricks on, or she was a magical genie who’d been trapped in a bottle for ages. Before this week, he’d have said either of those was completely out of the realm of possibility.

But here they were, and he had to deal with the situation that was on his hands. He was uncomfortable with the way she kept flirting with him, and the little brat seemed to realize it, which made her all the more determined to attract his attention. If she was a genie who had no choice but to submit to his desires, it would be inappropriate to take advantage of his position of authority. If she was a normal girl who was somehow very good at tricks, then, well, likely she believed her own tales which meant she wasn’t exactly in her right mind to consent to anything.

Either should have taken her off the table as far as a possible romance. But… he couldn’t deny she was attractive; beautiful really, with her soulful dark eyes. They were deep pools that threatened to drown him every time he met her glance. Her hair was constantly causing issues too. The long strands nearly reached her butt and every time she moved, it snagged his attention and directed it downwards. Which was a problem because the way her round ass filled out her jeans should have been a crime.

He was, and always had been, attracted to a woman with a spankable ass, mostly because he enjoyed spanking, and it was a lot more fun when the woman was well-padded. The fact that she appeared to have just about the most perfect backside for spanking wasn’t enough to make him throw aside his moral quandaries about her, but it was enough to make him wish things were different. So, he ignored the seductive way she moved, and the way she’d oh-so-casually lick her lips when he was talking to her.

It wasn’t easy, but he did it. It was a surprise, therefore, when he found himself pulling her across his knee and spanking that beautifully firm ass—he only wished it had been for pleasure. He hadn’t planned to punish her. When he pictured his hand coming down, leaving a perfect red handprint on each jiggling cheek, he imagined them both nude, in the bedroom—enjoying the scene together as a kind of foreplay.

This was something altogether different.

Amari was the first woman he’d ever punished, and until she’d strolled into his life and driven him up the wall with her insane stories of magical life in a bottle, it had never crossed his mind he might have a reason to spank for anything but fun. Oh sure, he’d fantasized over discipline scenes. The usual naughty co-ed being spanked by her professor—things like that, but underneath it all was the knowledge it would be roleplay, an act.

But when she’d played her nasty trick with the spicy food, and then compounded it by waiting until he’d downed a gallon of water before telling him it was a bad idea, he’d grabbed her without hesitation. It was the way she smirked about what she’d done that really pushed his buttons. He could see at a glance it had all been deliberate.

Without thinking things through, he’d put her across his lap and begun spanking her. It seemed natural. It felt like the exact right way to deal with her behavior—not just for the prank but for everything leading up to it too.

There was nothing innocent about the way she kept touching him, and he knew what she was up to. She was always standing a little too close, and when he’d move away, she’d get that delighted look on her face like she’d won the game. Her hand would land on his thigh, just inches away from the erection that bulged against the front of his jeans, and she’d smirk. She’d decided on a campaign of seduction and had continued to carry it out even after he’d told her he wasn’t going to touch her—not in that way.

It turned out he’d found a way that he could touch her and work out some of his feelings of frustration at the same time. As his hand crashed down, bouncing merrily from left cheek to right, and back again, he realized he was enjoying himself. His anger drained away and he relaxed.

Shedidn’t seem to be enjoying herself nearly as much, but she’d earned what she was getting, and he really didn’t care if she liked it or not. Content with delivering the well-earned lesson, he didn’t see the need to add a lecture on top, but when she threw the topic of consent into the mix, that changed.

“Damn right you won’t do it again. Amari, I don’t know who or what you are. Your story seems unbelievable, but I’ve seen too many things to dismiss it, so I’m still making up my mind on all of this, but I know one thing…” he said, as his hand continued to smack down firmly on her wiggling backend. “When I’m done with you, you’ll definitely think twice before doing anything like this again!” Then, just because bringing it up annoyed him all over again, he moved down to concentrate on her thighs, stinging them with a long series of hard swats that had her legs kicking up frantically.

He put enough extra force into each slap to be sure she was feeling it even through the jeans. There was a temptation to take them down so he could see her ass turning red, but there was also that need to make sure there was distance from anything that might be considered sensual. It had to be perfectly clear to her that this was punishment and, from her reactions, the lesson seemed to be sinking in.

“We have a new rule around here, Amari. I’m not going to give you a bunch of orders to dictate how you behave because I don’t want your unwilling submission, but any time you do something to me without my consent, I’m going to return the favor with a nice long spanking. Maybe if you can’t sit comfortably, you’ll behave yourself until we sort this out,” he said. His voice had taken on that lecturing tone he always used when tutoring. It worked with students, and, hopefully, it would work on her too.

He was spanking pretty hard, and her reactions made it clear she was feeling it. Her body had practically jack-knifed over his knee several times, forcing him to stop and reposition her each time, but there were no tears. He wasn’t necessarily aiming for it, but he’d half expected them. Even during play spankings, the pain and sting could trigger some tears, and he wasn’t being gentle with his supposed genie at all.

It didn’t matter. His goal was to make a point, and he saw no reason to continue the spanking beyond that. When her surrender was clear from the way she stopped fighting the punishment and promised not to do it again, he wrapped it up with a few more well-placed swats to her thighs and then stopped.

When she realized the spanking was over, she attempted to rise immediately, but his hand stayed firmly in place on her back, holding her there. “Before I let you up—are we clear on the new rule? I have no intention of taking advantage of you sexually, but I’m not going to let you walk all over me, so you can expect this to happen again if you don’t behave,” he said. His voice was slightly ragged from exertion, but the tone was clear enough.

She cleared her throat and tried to sound unaffected by the punishment as she assured him she understood. There was a slight pause as he weighed her words and finally decided they were sincere, and then he let her up. She jumped up from his lap like a scalded cat, and her hands started to fly back to rub her stinging backside but froze halfway there when he laughed. Her arms dropped and she scowled at him silently.

“You can’t say you didn’t deserve it, Amari. You laughed at me when I was in pain, and then you let me make it worse without warning me. I’d say you got exactly what you deserved,” Luke said. “How about we move past this and finish dinner?” he suggested, tilting his head in question. She nodded grudgingly and they moved back to the table where the food had grown cold.

The microwave seemed to delight her and, since the first day, she’d taken every opportunity to use it, so he wasn’t surprised she insisted on warming everything back up first. By the time they were ready to sit down to eat, she seemed to be over the worst of her attitude about being spanked.

He did try to keep the smile off his face when she sat back down at the table with extra care, though it wasn’t easy. He took small bites of everything first, testing the spicy level, and a number of the dishes had some heat to them. None of them were too much, and to her credit, she did warn him about the ones that might have been a problem.

“You’ll want to mix that with the rice,” she said, tapping a bowl with her fork when she saw him carefully spooning something new onto his plate. “The—the first dish you tried is usually mixed in too. I wouldn’t have eaten it alone like you did.” She flushed and squirmed a little in her seat.

“I think I’ll leave that one alone for tonight,” he said quickly. His mouth was still numb and sore from the earlier taste, and the last thing he wanted was to give it another try, even if it was muted by the jasmine rice.

It was her turn to smirk again, but he only caught a glimpse of it before she tilted her head to hide it from him. He couldn’t blame her; now that he’d settled down and wasn’t angry anymore, he could admit he’d probably looked pretty funny running around trying to put out the fire in his mouth. It was his own fault in part. If he hadn’t made such a show of cramming too much into his mouth, there wouldn’t have been as much pain.

They were both surprisingly relaxed after what had just happened. In an odd way he felt almost as though he’d gotten to know her a little better through all of this. Not because of the punishment, which only showed him that she was either stubborn or had a fairly high pain tolerance, but because he’d gotten a glimpse of her sense of humor. The prank had seemed out of keeping with the overly sensual creature she was usually trying to portray around him.

It was mean, yes, but it did show there was a playful side to her. If she could manage to harness her sense of humor in a less harmful way, he might actually enjoy seeing more of it. If not, well, he’d see more of her ass, and that wasn’t terrible either. But it felt like the spanking had broken the ice between them somehow. Every time she shifted in her seat her skin would darken with a deep blush of embarrassment. It made her seem softer, more vulnerable, and less distant.

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