Page 24 of Dr. Billionaire
Leading her over to the couch, he sat down and toppled her over his lap. He placed his leg over both of hers, pinning her in position before setting her wet panties in front of her face on the couch.
“If those panties don’t stay right there, you’ll be fetching a wooden spoon from the kitchen,” he threatened, just as Jenna was about to chuck the evidence of her shame on the ground.
“Now,” he told her, rubbing his hand briskly over her bare bottom. “Tell me why you’re about to be spanked.”
Jenna really wanted to tell him exactly where he could shove that demand, but she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere. So she told him what she knew he wanted to hear.
“Because I was distracted, and I crashed into a car.” It did sound bad when she said it so simply, like something a girl in a book or movie might get scolded and spanked for.
“What was distracting you, young lady? Were you on the phone?”
“I was talking to my friend Chloe,” she admitted. “But I was wearing headphones! That truck was parked really far out and it was a sharp turn…” She trailed off because her excuses were sounding lame even to her.
Mark patted her bottom then, right in the lower middle, sending sparks straight to her pussy. She shifted forward, catching the tangy scent of her arousal on the panties sitting in front of her as she did.
“And you were wearing your pajamas, which means you must have left the house in a hurry. Was there something on your mind as you were driving?” he asked, and when she was silent his pats on her bottom became firmer. “Tell me the truth, little girl.”
“I was feeling a little bad about how things went between us last time,” she said in a smaller voice than she intended.
“You were quite upset when you sent me that message, weren’t you. Did you give me a chance to talk to you about your feelings,or did you run off and then let yourself become more and more upset about it?”
Jenna didn’t answer, but she shrank a little in his lap and made a soft whimpering sound.
“We’ll deal with that after your spanking, babygirl.”
Then she felt his hand leave her bottom and heard awhooshbefore it landed hard on her right cheek, followed quickly by another swat on her left.
Jenna gasped. He wasn’t giving her any breaks this time. His hard palm continued to fall over and over, smacking everywhere from the tops of her cheeks to the tops of her thighs.
It took a minute for the sting to catch up with the loud sound of the spanking reverberating off the room’s tall ceilings, but then it felt like a thousand bees had descended on her ass, and she began to twist and writhe over his knee.
“Mark, please!” she yelped when she realized her wriggling was getting her nowhere.
With his leg over hers and his left hand wrapped securely around her waist, the best she could do was twist slightly in a futile attempt to avoid the rain of stinging slaps.
Mark didn’t respond right away, just pulled her in tightly against him and slowed the rhythm of the spanks, keeping them just as hard if not a little harder now.
“From now on, when you need to be taken care of, you’re going to let me take care of you, even if that means going over my knee. Is that understood?”
“Yes! Yes, sir, please stop!”
All Jenna could think about was the fire engulfing her bottom, and she was prepared to promise just about anything to make it go away.
Mark landed a few more sharp swats to her upper thighs before he stopped, resting his hand on her hot backside and rubbing in slow circles.
Jenna let out a whine, and then to her surprise, she found herself arching her back, pushing her bottom into his hand as he rubbed. His fingers drifted slowly down between her thighs, and she spread her legs for him shamelessly.
When had she become such a wanton little slut?
She felt his finger at her entrance, then pushing inside, and she moaned.
“You’re drenched, naughty girl,” he said as he pumped his finger in and out several times. When he removed it, Jenna whimpered. “Now that we’ve dealt with your distracted driving, it’s time to address how you pretended not to want what you very much do want from me.”
When she didn’t respond, he continued, “You’ve needed a man to do this for a while now, haven’t you? Answer me.”
Jenna opened her mouth, then closed it again. She knew he was right, on some level at least. She did want him to take care of her, she’d wanted that since their first night together.
“It’s not that easy,” she said.
