Page 40 of What About Love

He steadied her with a hand across her lower back as she got into position. His gaze moved over the silky pink panties that only covered half of her satiny cheeks. Before he began, he straightened the material, smoothing his hand over her glorious ass.

“Twenty-four spanks for as many misses. Ready?”

“Wait. Is your math correct? I thought I did better.”

“I didn’t do the math, darlin’, the computer did. The simulation went further this time because you had better accuracy.” He lifted his hand and brought it down, connecting with a firm smack.

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

He smacked her again on the other cheek then applied three more in quick succession.

“Neither does this, I might add.” This came out in a shaky exhale.

Despite her protests and insisting that she wasn’t bent, she was. He could tell by more than her accelerated breathing, the flush in her cheeks, and the way her eyes brightened. And he couldn’t miss the seductive scent of her arousal. If he ran his fingers along the crotch of her panties, she’d be as wet as last night. Angie liked a spanking.

“Haven’t you ever heard of positive reinforcement to get results?” He noticed his tone of voice had lowered in direct response to her excitement.

“Positive?” she replied with a shake of her head that sent her long ponytail bouncing. “You need to review your basic psychology. What, may I ask, is positive about a spanking?”

He pulled the back of her panties in between her flushed globes and gave her five more whacks, enough to sting, nothing more. She squealed on the tenth one, whether from discomfort or his fingers sliding down the line of fabric until they disappeared between her thighs, he wasn’t entirely sure. But he found the wetness he predicted.

“I believe this is definitely a positive response for you, little bit.”

Before she could mount another token protest, he continued delivering the next fourteen swats evenly across her behind, the final few low across her bottom cheeks. When he was done, he held her in place with a firm hand as he rubbed her heated skin while admiring its rosy glow. Following a few moments of gentle massage, he helped her to stand.

“Take a deep breath and we’ll begin round three.”

Her hands instantly went to pull up her jeans.

“Leave them,” he ordered. “It will save us time. We’ve got our meeting in thirty.”

“You’re making this difficult on purpose.”

Her tone was so full of outrage, it surprised him she didn’t stomp her foot. Damn, she wasn’t merely cute; she was fucking adorable. He had a hard time containing a grin. Her narrowed eyes told him he wasn’t entirely successful.

“I don’t find this amusing, Sarge. Besides, when am I going to be shooting with my pants around my knees?”

“Adversity, baby. When are you going to have perps in a controlled environment? I’m trying to up the game a bit.”

She didn’t have an answer for that, although he thought he heard a little grunt. This time, he held his grin until she had faced front again and she couldn’t see.

He punched in the code for a new series. “Get ready.”

In round three, she scored 70 percent, earning eighteen more swats, dropping a bit in the final round and receiving nineteen more.

As she pulled up her jeans twenty minutes later, hissing as she eased them over her pink, heated ass, her tally came to ninety-nine hits. Unfortunately, the miss column numbered sixty-one as did her spankings.

“Much better.” He nodded with approval. “Your goal is 100 percent. I’ll settle for ninety-eight since you’re a beginner.”

“Near perfect. You don’t expect much, do you?”

“I do, but you’re new and I’m cutting you some slack. We’ll get there, however.”

“Hm,” she grunted again as she zipped and buttoned her pants. “If you don’t mind my asking, what was your last score?”

Ah, a test, cheeky girl.He so loved a challenge.

“I haven’t run the simulator in a while. Shall we see?” He punched in his employee code and brought up another test mode. “To be fair, I’ll take it off novice.”

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