Page 57 of Taming Her

He continued with his task.

A blackbird sang outside, a fast happy tune. Ava allowed the sound to overtake the pulse in her ears. She used it to calm herself, accept the situation. She had another three lashes of the belt to get through then this would be over. They’d put her lapse behind them and start afresh with their day.

After a few minutes, Griff walked over, drying his hands on a tea towel, his biceps flexing. He dropped the blue checkered material on the table beside the belt. “I mean it, don’t move. Not a damn inch.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

He walked from the room. She ogled his ass. With his shorts hanging lower the cute indents at the base of his spine were visible.

Thumps on the ceiling told her he’d gone upstairs.

A brief thought about running whizzed through her mind. But only for a moment. What was the point? He’d only haul her back here.

I’d want him to haul me back here.

That was a new thought but she didn’t have time to examine it because he reappeared.

“Let’s get this over with.” He strode to the table and scooped up the belt, the buckle tapping on the wood.

Damn it, I should have run.

“Oh, dear.” He ran his hand over her sore ass cheeks. “My belt really is teaching you a stern lesson.”

She clamped her lips together and locked her knees. What was she supposed to say to that?

“Get ready for number four.”

Once again he pinned her to the table with a heavy hand. Flattening her breasts and ensuring she stayed exactly where he wanted her to.

She tensed her ass, gripping her cheeks together. A traitorous flutter attacked her pussy.

The belt flew downward, streaking over her taut flesh.

She cried out. Clenching had been a mistake.

“Say four.”

“Four…” she gasped.

“Relax.” He caressed her painful skin, his touch tender and gentle. “Only two more. Clenching won’t help, not at all.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His touch slipped lower, to the under curves of her left ass cheek. He traced the indent, then snaked to her pussy lips.

She trembled, needing his fingers there, feeling her wetness, her entrance, pushing in.

But he stopped before he gave her what she wanted.

She whimpered in frustration.

Whack.

“Oh! Ouch!” She jolted forward; the strike had come quicker than anticipated. “Five.”

“Good girl. For a first time you’re taking the belt well,” he said. “Though you’re lucky, there is a breeze coming through this door cooling your burning red skin.”

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