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Kiley was mostly silent as I pulled her into the living room. I thought I heard her whimper, but it was too quiet and brief for me to be certain.
There was only mild resistance as I sat down on the couch and pulled her between my knees. “Is there anything you’d like to say before we begin?” I asked sternly, giving her one last chance to back out. Once I started, there was no going back.
CHAPTER 7
Kiley
I fidgeted nervously in between Simon’s knees, pressing my thighs together, hoping that my ever-growing arousal wasn’t too obvious.
It was difficult to focus on what he was saying to me when all I could really think about was the way his big hand felt wrapped around my wrist. His deep, almost gold-colored eyes were extremely distracting as well as they bore into me. We were practically nose to nose now as he held me in front of him, waiting for my answer.
But what was my answer? There was no denying that I wanted him to touch me. From the moment I witnessed him punch Kramer, something awakened in me. From then on, I had been watching Simon’s every move, watching the muscles ripple beneath his thin dress shirt, and the way his intense gaze focused on me.
Did he want me just as badly? Or was he just toying with me the way that Kramer had been?
I decided in that moment that it didn’t matter either way. I was still hurting from what Kramer did to me and my arousal was quickly rising to heights I had never experienced before.
I needed to do something about it. Now.
I swallowed thickly, lifted my eyes, and met Simon’s expectant gaze unflinchingly. “No, Sir,” I said. “I have nothing to say before you punish me.”
Simon’s eyes twinkled and his lips quirked up slightly before he hardened his expression. “In that case,” he said, his voice low. “I would like you to bend over my knee.”
I inhaled sharply before doing exactly as he said, turning so that I could bend over his left knee. My whole face flushed as I settled into the childish position. I squeezed my thighs together, terrified of Simon realizing just how much this was affecting me.
Simon put his hands on my hips, shifting me slightly so that I was positioned in a way that put my backside higher up on his lap. I wiggled, growing more self-conscious by the second, and stiffened when I felt his large hand rest on my right bottom cheek.
Before I could even process this unexpected turn of events I had landed myself in, a searing pain radiated through my ass cheek. I gasped at the sting, my leg flying up, shocked at just how much that one swat had hurt.
Simon chuckled. “Oh, you are in for it if you are already reacting after just one little smack,” he said.
“It hurt!” I argued, my face flushing at his words.
I jumped slightly when another swat landed on the opposite cheek, this one burning even more. Not waiting for any furtherreaction from me, he spanked me several more times, the slapping sounds loud in my ears.
“Ouch!” I complained, starting to kick my feet.
Simon paused after about a dozen well-placed smacks. I had to suppress a moan when he gently rubbed the punished areas. “Hmm,” he hummed. “I’m not sure if this is making much of an impact.”
I didn’t even have time to ask what he meant by that when I felt his hands at the back of my thighs, lifting up the hem of my dress.
“Simon!” I cried out, reaching my hands back to keep my skirt from rising further.
I yelped when he slapped my hands sharply.
“Keep those hands in front of you,” he ordered. “There will be penalty spanks if you interfere with your punishment.”
I was so stunned by his sexy sternness that I obeyed immediately, putting my hands on the floor and biting my lower lip in anticipation. It had been so long since a man had seen my naked body. Was I ready?
I didn’t have time to ponder that for long before I felt the cool air kiss my bare thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered that I had chosen to wear a black lace thong tonight, leaving my cheeks completely bare now that my dress was out of the way.
Simon paused for a moment, and I wondered if he was just staring at my bottom. He didn’t keep me waiting long though and I shrieked when several more harsh smacks rained down on my now bare cheeks.
“Yes, I think this is getting through to you much better now,” he said between swats. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being disobedient.”
“I will!” I cried out, my bottom burning.
I was panting when Simon stopped after about two dozen smacks and started to rub my warm cheeks. This time, I couldn’t suppress a moan as his hands soothed my hot flesh. Just as I was starting to catch my breath, Simon’s fingers found the waistband of my thong and he yanked it down swiftly, further baring me.
