Page 234 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
It’s a decent-sized piece of furniture, but suddenly, with his hulking frame on it, it looks tiny.
With his hand still clutching mine, he tugs me closer so I’m standing right before him.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper as my excitement and anticipation get the better of me.
His grin turns dangerous, and I shriek when he suddenly tugson my arm, giving me little choice but to bend over and lie across his lap.
“Kodie, what—” My words die as he gets me into position and realization hits. “Oh my god,” I whimper as his hand slides up the backs of my thighs before kneading my ass.
He’s going to spank me.
This is my punishment for being a bad girl.
Heat blooms in my lower stomach as my core floods with desire.
He’s barely touched me, but already, my panties are ruined.
“What did I tell you to do?” he demands.
“To…to stay in bed and wait.”
“And what did you do?”
“Got up.”
“I told you to be a good girl. And what have you been?”
“Bad. I’ve been bad.”
“And what do bad girls get?”
Fucking hell. This is too much. I’m squirming on his lap like a desperate little whore.
“Punished,” I gasp. “Please, Kodie.”
His hand leaves my ass, and my body locks up in preparation for what’s to come.
Another whimper spills free a beat before his palm collides with my ass.
I cry out as my body jolts forward, my feet leaving the floor as pain blooms on my ass cheek, warmth spreading through my body.Instinctively, my hands shoot behind me, in a pathetic attempt to cover myself.
He tsks in disappointment, and they fall away again.
“You’re going to take ten. Count for me,” Kodie demands, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
“One,” I gasp, still recovering from the hit.
He does it again. This time, I’m almost prepared for it.
“Oh my god,” I cry as the pain shoots straight to my clit.
My ass might be burning already, but it has nothing on the way my pussy is throbbing with need.
“You’re counting, remember?”
“Two,” I whisper before quickly counting three, four, and five.
By the time he hits six, seven, and eight, I’m riding a knife’s edge.
