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I smirk. I’ll let that slide for now. I’ll pull it out of her later. Right now, I have twenty-five minutes to punish my naughty girl before she has to be at her desk. I take her hand and lead her to the sofa. I want her over my knee for this.
“Dallas…” she whimpers. “I don’t know about this.”
“I think you do. I think you knew this would happen. You didn’t even bother to lie to me. You’re curious. And we’re going to put that curiosity to rest right now.”
I sit in the middle of the couch and guide her to one side before I push her skirt up to her hips. When I tuck my fingers into the top of her pantyhose and lower them over her hips, her breath hitches.
She grabs my shoulder. “Dallas…”
“I will always spank your bare bottom, baby. I need to see my work so I’m sure your skin is bright pink but not too red.” I hook into the top of her lace panties and drag both down to her midthigh.
Without giving her time to think, I lower her over my lap, trap both her hands at the small of her back, and tuck her skirt under her palms.
She squirms. “Dallas…” she says breathlessly for the third time.
I palm her bottom, staring at her perfect skin for the first of what will be thousands of times. Fuck, her ass is perfect. Soft and round.
I know she’s embarrassed. I haven’t seen this much of her before. But I will see every inch of her soon. Today, if I have my way. “I’ll start slowly and build up,” I warn her before I land the first slap against her gorgeous ass.
She flinches, but a soft moan escapes her mouth. It makes my cock instantly hard.
I swat her three more times before rubbing her skin. “How does that feel, baby?”
“Unnecessary.”
I chuckle. “Guess you should have thought of that before you touched my pussy without permission.”
She shivers delightfully.
I continue spanking her, harder this time, switching back and forth between both cheeks until her skin is hot and pink. I don’t pause because my girl is so into this that she has lifted her ass up to meet my barrage of slaps.
I increase the intensity again when she starts audibly moaning, and I stop when her bottom is the sexiest shade of red I’ve ever seen. My cock is also the hardest it’s ever been.
I can’t believe I was ever married to that bitch who used me, cheated on me, and took me to the cleaners. That was not love. What I feel for Arianna is in another stratosphere.
I let her bottom tingle for several seconds before finally rubbing it.
She writhes on my thighs. “Oh God…”
I smirk. “Will you be touching my pussy again without permission?”
She nods. “Every time you leave the room.”
I laugh so hard that her body shakes on my lap. Fuck, I love her spunk. “I bet you need to come again pretty badly, huh?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
I release her hands, grab her by the hips, and stand her between my legs, keeping hold of her to steady her.
She sways hard to one side and then the other before grabbing my shoulders. “You’re going to leave me like this?” she asks incredulously.
“Absolutely. Naughty, disobedient girls do not get to come after a spanking. If you want me to finger your pussy after I swat your bottom, you can ask me to spank you when you’re not in trouble for misbehaving.”
She bites into her lower lip hard, staring at me.
I reach under her skirt to pull her panties and hose the rest of the way down her legs. “Step out,” I command.
She whimpers, “What are you doing?”
