Page 47 of M!lked For His Pleasure

The pain in her ass—the actual pain, not Lucas Callaway—was growing worse and worse with every swat. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

In yet another shocking twist, the spanking stopped and Luke let out a loud, rumbling laugh that had her shaking in place over his knee. “You really believe that, don’t you, darlin’?”

“I believe it because it’s true!”

“Agree to disagree, then.”

“Daddy, stop him! Stop him!” she screeched, all while bucking and struggling in place over Luke’s knee while his hand connected over and over again with her backside.

“He isn’t going to save you, darlin’. You belong to me now, and nobody is going to stop me from giving you the punishment you so richly deserve.”

The heat in her ass seemed to shoot straight to her pussy at his words. Which must have been some weird side effect of the spanking, because there was absolutely no way she was turned on by this barbaric treatment.

“Little girls who act like spoiled brats get treated like spoiled brats.” A hard swat caught the bottom curve of her ass, where unfortunately her skirt wasn’t long enough to protect her bare skin from his heavy hand. “Let me know when you’re ready to apologize, darlin’. And for your sake, I hope it’s soon because my hand is getting tired.”

“Then stop spanking me, you asshole!”

He laughed again, though this time he didn’t pause the spanking. “Nope. Once my hand gets tired, my belt comes off.”

“Luke, that seems a bit unnecessary,” her father finally said, his voice sounding uncertain like he couldn’t decide if he actually wanted to interrupt or not.

Bastard.

“You called me for a reason, Gerald. Let me do my job.”

She tried to tell herself the sudden tears in her eyes had nothing to do with Luke referring to her as a ‘job’ and everything to do with the pain in her ass. Because shewasjust a job to Luke. The only reason he was even here was because her father had hired him to rehabilitate her or whatever.

There was no reason for her to get all in her feelings over it.

Luke stopped spanking and she sagged over his knee, relief making her body weak as she panted for breath. But that relief was short-lived.

“My hand sure is tired, darlin’. Guess it’s time to switch things up.”

Panic locked around her chest like a vice and she scrambled to push up off his lap now that he’d released his hold on her. “No, no, I’ll apologize, I’ll apologize!”

A smile spread across Luke’s stupidly handsome face. “Glad to hear it. I’m sure your father will be, too. Go on, then.”

She shot him a furious glare before turning to face her father, who was standing and watching the entire thing with what could only be described as fascination. Hurt welled up inside her, worse than the pain from the beating she’d just endured, but she wasn’t about to let either of them see that. “I’m sorry I was rude.”

Silence filled the den until Luke cleared his throat. “Gerald? Something you’d like to say?”

“Oh. Um. I forgive you, sweetheart.”

Her father opened his arms and she simply stared at him. He couldn’t seriously expect her tohughim after all this!

Ignoring the ridiculous offer, she turned back to Luke. “May I go pack now?”

Luke’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment she thought he would deny her. But after a long moment he nodded, though she got the distinct impression he wasn’t all that happy about it. “Go on, then. Meet me in the foyer in half an hour. If I have to come get you, my belt will be coming off, little girl.”

Without bothering to acknowledge the threat, she fled the office and raced up the stairs to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with enough force to rattle the frame.

She paced the spacious room, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plan. Katie would come to pick her up, she was sure of it, but how the hell was she supposed to sneak out of the house? No doubt Uncle Luke and her father would be watching to see if she tried to escape. And as badly as she wanted to flee, she was not about to risk Uncle Luke taking his belt off.

Even if, now that the burn in her bottom was fading, her clit was throbbing as she remembered what it had felt like to be trapped over his knee, helpless as a child as he lectured and spanked her into submission.

Collapsing back onto her bed, she stared up at her canopy as her fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt seemingly of their own accord. The spanking played over and over in her mind as she slipped her hand into her panties.

Oh, god. She wassoaked. Wetter than she could ever remember being with another man. The shame and humiliation of it had her face burning hot even as she pressed a fingertip to her clit. And that shame only seemed to fuel her need as she worked her clit furiously, until the pleasure inside her fractured after almost no time at all.

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