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“Don’t make me come get you,” he told her, his voice only slightly sterner.

She walked to him, dragging her feet, her eyes darting around everywhere but his face. Once she was within arm’s-length, she stopped, her head bowed and her copper hair falling around her face like a curtain.

His heart squeezed at the sight of her. He didn’t know her well yet, but he had a feeling this show of contrition would only last as long as it took for the pain in her bottom to subside.

But that possibility didn’t stop his cock from awaking as he took her hand and pulled her to him.

CHAPTER4

Chyanne

Chyanne had been standing there, the muscles in her stomach twisting into knots that felt more like stones weighing her down. She could feel it—defeat and shame pulling her down until she felt exhausted. But the moment he touched her, she got her second wind.

“Don’t.” The word leapt from her mouth before she could swallow it back—she didn’t believe in begging, not anyone, and she sure as hell didn’t plan to make an exception for this big, hulking giant. But the second his fingers closed around her shoulder, her conviction wavered as she felt every one of her panic receptors kick in.

Unfortunately, none of them did her a bit of good. She tried to dig her heels in, but that didn’t slow him down. She tried wrenching away, but his grip only tightened until his fingers felt like a vise.

And it was that feeling—the feeling of being kept somewhere against her will—that had her throat tightening and her eyes burning with unshed tears before she was pulled over his lap. His legs were strong—she could feel that, and it somehow set the pulse in her throat to racing. Whether in panic, or something more, she couldn’t be sure. The one thing she knew for certain was that she had never felt so off balance, so vulnerable as she stared at the floor.

“Wait!” she tried again. “Please, wait!”

His large hand rested on her back, and the feel of it, the sheer size of it, made a shudder run through her body. But he was waiting.

“I’msorryIwon’tdoitagain,” she got out in a rush.

“Won’t do what again?” he asked, his voice patient and kind.

Chyanne’s mind went blank. “Um…”

“That’s what I thought. See, naughty girls say that all the time, but they don’t mean it. They just want to get out of trouble.”

“I do mean it!” she protested. “I do!”

But Chandler continued like he hadn’t heard her. “Spankings are used as a deterrent to future bad behavior, and trust me, by the time I’m through, you won’t have trouble remembering why you were spanked.”

With that, his hand snaked around her waist and he unbuttoned her jeans.

The sound of it made a shiver run through her, and it didn’t feel altogether bad. As though her body wasn’t entirely sure what he planned once he got them down.

Her mind knew, though, so Chyanne threw a hand back attempting to pull her pants back up.

“No, you don’t.” Her hand was caught and quickly trapped on the small of her back.

“Lemmego!” she huffed, her voice landing squarely between pleading and indignant. She kicked up a foot as a last ditch effort, but when that too was ineffectual, she knew she was beat. She squirmed over his muscular lap, the feelings of helplessness making her vulnerability spike.

Chandler paused for a moment, as though he knew that he was giving her time to wallow in her own humiliation. The silence in the room felt deafening, and with every passing moment she felt even more ridiculous to have landed in this position in the first place. Just when she was about to beg him to either let her up or get on with it, he pulled her pants down. Her panties followed quickly behind them, and Chyanne winced as the cool air kissed her exposed cheeks. Without so much as a pause, his hand came down, hard.

The sound ricocheted through the room sounding much louder than she’d expected. Before the pain registered, it was the sound that made Chyanne panic.

Anyone walking by… they’ll hear… they’ll know.

She clenched her legs together, tensing over his lap and biting down hard on her bottom lip, refusing to cry out.

His hand—she hadn’t paid much attention to it before now, but she felt like she could see it in her mind’s eye: palm thick and meaty and raised high above her quivering cheeks—came down again and again, and despite how hard she was trying to squelch it, she gasped.

The tingle turned into a sharp prickle moving across her bottom despite the fact that he kept hitting the same spot over and over.

When it landed once again covering the same already spanked skin, her legs jerked.

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