Page 68 of Bound by Love
Brie screamed, fighting to keep her modesty.
He suddenly let her go, and she got back on her feet, backing away from him when he stood up.
“Have you no shame?” she cried.
His lustful smile let her know that the games were just beginning. “I’m going to spank you, but not in that damn dress. Take it off.”
She looked at him indignantly. “I willnottake off my dress.”
“Yes, you will,” he answered. “If you do not, I will rip it off you, and you wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty garment now, would you?”
Brie glanced at the door. “I’ll run,” she threatened him.
Sir chuckled. “We both know that’s an idle threat. You want to feel my hand against your skin. I see it in the way you look at me, and I felt it in the way you kissed me.”
She shook her head.
He nodded, his charming smirk daring her to disagree. “Enough of these silly pretenses. Take off your dress like a good girl and come over here.”
Sir sat back down on the loveseat and waited for her.
Brie was actually trembling, imagining how Scarlett would feel undressing for Rhett under these circumstances. She slowly untied her sash and wrestled with the dress as she lifted it over her head. Once free, she let it fall to the ground and put her hands to her hips in challenge.
“The hoop skirt and petticoat, too.”
Brie hesitated, but then stepped out of her skirt and shimmied out of the petticoat, kicking it to the side.
“That’smuchbetter,” he stated, patting his lap.
She shook her head, still reluctant to give in.
“Come.”
The tone in his voice compelled her to obey. She made her way over to him and sighed nervously as she lay across his manly thighs.
Sir rubbed his palm over her lacy buttocks. “Frilly ass.”
Brie smiled to herself, remembering that she had asked him to spank her frilly ass in her phone message to him.
However, Sir was not satisfied with spanking her through the ruffled material and slowly pulled down her bloomers to expose her bare bottom. Her pussy tingled with anticipation.
“Are you ready for your spanking?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip as a small squeak escaped.
The sound of the first smack echoed in the room.
Brie squealed, squirming on his lap, having forgotten the sting of a good spanking.
Sir was sensual about the way he spanked her, rubbing his hand over her skin, teasing it with a gentle caress before raising his hand slowly and making her wait a few seconds before he delivered another smack. Her whole body shivered with delight with each impact.
He was slow and thoughtful, drawing out this sexual exchange between them, reminding her that he controlled the moment—and her body. Each swat caused her pussy to contract with pleasure.
The idea that a man could bring her to the verge of climax by simply swatting her bottom with his bare hand remained a wonder to Brie.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, rubbing her pinkening ass.
She turned her head to look back at him. “Not yet…”
