Page 68 of Taming Her

“Smoking,” he said, bending to speak near her ear and his chest squashing onto her, “is not allowed, and you know that.”

“I just… I wasn’t going to smoke it.”

“That’s not the point. Now at least try and accept your punishment with grace.”

He straightened and immediately a hard spank landed squarely over both cheeks.

Ava was sure the sharp crack of flesh on flesh would have people’s heads turning but all she could see was the floor and Griff’s ankles. Knowing everyone was seeing her ass being spanked was almost more painful than the hard connection of his palm.

Another smack, then another and another.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

Each swipe was swift and precise.

She jerked forward, the pain blooming over her skin.

“No, please.” She clutched the base of his trousers. “Griff.”

He ignored her. More spanks rained down, they ventured to the lower curve of her ass cheeks, where they joined her thighs and it really hurt there. Tears welled and she held in a sob.

Why had she pushed him? Here of all places. She was so damn stupid. An idiot risk taker.

He paused and stroked her smarting skin.

“She has a nice ass,” Ray said. “Reddens quickly.”

“She has.” Griff traced the elastic of her thong.

Ava made the most of the break, for she was sure that’s all it was, and took a few deep breaths. Her scalp was hot, so were her underarms.

“Will you be putting her in the playroom for other doms to enjoy?”

“No,” Griff said quickly. “She’s mine. Look, don’t touch… ever.”

“Hey, hey, okay, I hear you.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She gasped and clenched and unclenched her ass. It was as if Ray’s inquiry about her going into the playroom had irked Griff and he was taking it out on her poor bottom.

She tried to count the spanks, hoping that when she got to a certain number he’d stop. But she went past ten, twenty, and twenty-five.

When finally thirty-one came around he stopped.

She was breathing fast, her pussy fluttering the way it always did when he took his hand to her rear, and her nipples pushed up against the inside of her bra.

He placed his hot palm over her bottom and held it there.

She sensed he was breathing faster than usual too, and his thighs were tense. Good, she was glad he’d exerted himself and hoped he’d dampened his pristine shirt. Why should she be the only one who was hot and bothered?

“You see, Ray,” he said, “she’s particularly brattish, this cute bottom has been thoroughly punished, yet still she misbehaves.”

Thoroughly punished, he was right about that. Irritation spiked her skin and heated her blood.

“She must like going over your knee,” Ray said.

“I do not,” she muttered.

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