Page 39 of Taming Her

In a fit of anger she flexed her knees, catching his hand with her right heel. “You bastard.”

“Keep still and shut your mouth, you’re only making this worse for yourself.”

Her ass was so vulnerable, high and exposed. She quivered, knowing it was coming soon.

And then the first swipe landed. Hard and fast and sending a shockwave of stinging pain over her left cheek. She cried out, her neck flexing and her hair flicking forward, a strand whipping into her mouth.

She barely had time to register the building heat when the second spank arrived on her right cheek. His big palm delivering it without mercy, and with pure male muscle.

She struggled against his tight hold. The instinct to take flight was bursting inside her.

“Ava, keep still.”

There was no escape. He had her well and truly in his grip. She was small and female, he was big and strong and very determined to deliver her punishment and make her pay for her crime.

He spanked her again. It was quickly followed by another slap and then another and another.

She closed her watering eyes. She’d never survive a hundred of these. Her ass was still tender from the spatula and now this. Griff was a sadist of the highest level. What had she done to deserve him in her life? He was the damn devil in disguise.

He paused and rubbed her burning skin. “You really do go very red.”

“Of course I do.” She quickly dragged the strand of hair from her mouth.

“But I am wondering about your tan, it’s very even, no pantie lines.”

“I sunbathe in the nude.”

“Of course you do.”

Before she could reply, he resumed the spanking. She had no idea if she’d reached the halfway mark. Was he even keeping count?

She jerked with each connection of his palm on her rump, small gasps and cries forced from her lungs. Her rear was burning hot, and the heat spread down the backs of her legs, between her thighs to her pussy. Her clit was pulsing, and her nipples tight.

She curled her toes as a tear escaped her eyes, running a track to her temple and brow. Her body didn’t feel like her own. A barrage of new, painful, confusing sensations winged through her.

He continued to layer up the spanks. Sometimes they landed on just one cheek, other times he delivered them to the center of her ass, covering both. Ava had no idea which was worse, they all bloody hurt—they were all making her wet.

He stopped and ran his fingers through the cleft of her buttocks, hovering near her asshole. “So you see,” he said, a little breathlessly. “You are mine, Ava, totally mine. And the sooner you understand that and obey the rules the easier your life will be.”

Damn it, if he touched her asshole she’d scream the place down. “I want to go home.”

“Not a chance, you agreed to this, there’s no turning back.” His touch moved, traveling up her back, to her nape. He curled his big fingers around it. “You don’t know it now, but you will thank me for this.”

“No, I won’t, I… ouch!”

He was spanking her again, with even more vigor.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

It was as if her protests had given him renewed energy and resolve.

“Please… no more…” she wailed. “I said I was sorry.” Again she tried to escape.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

He was relentless. Over and over his palm connected with her sore, thoroughly punished bottom.

And then it did stop.

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