Page 86 of Taming Her

For fuck’s sake.

“Hardly a priority, Ava, and still you’re just standing there.”

She didn’t move, instead she opened her clutch and peered inside.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Checking I have my evening shade of lipstick.”

What the heck?

“Really?” He blew out a breath. “Get over here.”

“What?”

“Now!”

Her head snapped up at his stern tone.

“You know I hate to be late, and even more so for a wedding.” He pointed at the floor beside his feet. “Get your naughty, late ass over here.”

She did as she was told, her heels clacking on the floor and her breasts moving beneath her dress. He wondered if she’d even bothered with a bra.

“Sorry, Sir,” she said, her eyes downcast.

“Too damn late for sorry.” He pressed her shoulder, turning her to face the mirror, then stooped to drag her dress up and over her ass.

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Ava snatched in a breath. Griff was going to spank her now? Just before they left for the wedding?

“Griff… Sir…” Her ass chilled as her dress rose up. “But…?”

“No.” He curled his hand over her shoulder, his thumb and finger nipping the hem. “I told you to be ready at three and you’re not. You’re ten minutes late, which means you’ve earned ten spanks.”

She swallowed, heat tickling her underarms. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“Get ready.” His gaze caught hers in the mirror.

She didn’t answer; what was the point? Instead she stared at his reflection, keeping her focus on his eyes.

A slap caught her across both buttocks, the sound loud in the small hallway.

She jolted forward and bit on her bottom lip. Damn, that had hurt. Her ass would sting all day. But she didn’t break eye contact.

His jaw was steely. He spanked her again, a solid connection of his palm on her tender flesh.

She clenched her ass and caught her breath as the pain bloomed.

“Punctuality is important,” he said. “You need to make it so in your life.”

“Yes… Sir.” She tilted her chin, keen to take her spanking well and not ruin her makeup. “I will.

“Good.” He slapped again, two, three, four times.

“Oh! Ouch… please…” She danced on her toes, finally breaking eye contact. That had really fucking hurt. Griff was too damn good at delivering stinging, accurate spanks that had her skin burning. He only did it when she misbehaved, but unfortunately her small misdemeanors occurred quite regularly.

“Chin up,” he said. “We don’t have time for you to redo your mascara or lipstick.”

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