“N-no.”
“I spank them,” he said, his tone no longer dark or quite as stern but conversational. Matter-of-fact. “I spank their bottoms to give them something to consider the next time they think about misbehaving.”
“Oh, God,” Maggie said.
“He won’t help you.” Connor stroked her bottom, the heat of his hand radiating right through her coat, corset and panties.
Her stomach muscles tensed, and a jolt of pleasure arced right to her pussy. She held herself tense with excitement while curiosity filled her. What would he do next?
“Nothing to say for yourself?”
“No, except I’m sorry. I’ll try not to let it happen again.” Liar. If this indicated what happened when she was a few minutes late, she intended to misbehave a lot more.
“You’ll try? Oh, babe. You need to do better than that. Hmm, let me see. Six minutes late. One smack for each minute. Does that sound fair?”
He caressed her bottom in a confident manner, and she had no doubt he meant it. She tightened her buttocks and, unable to help herself, lifted into his caress, loving the shimmer of heat that came with each tormenting touch. Her vagina gave a hungry twitch, clenching on emptiness and she wet her lips. A whimper slipped free.
“Maggie?” An order to respond. “Have you been a naughty girl?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ve been a naughty girl.”
“That’s right.” His hand slipped beneath the hem of her coat. He stroked his fingers along the crease where her buttock met one thigh. A shiver slipped through her, and when his fingers stilled, she knew he’d felt her reaction. He skimmed his fingers down the back of one thigh, pausing when he encountered silky stocking. “Babe, you’re wicked coming across town, wearing nothing but sexy underwear beneath your coat.”
“But you told me to wear the corset.”
He chuckled. “Good try, babe. You’re right. I did tell you to wear the corset. I presumed you’d wear other clothes too.”
“I wore my coat,” she shot back, emboldened by his playfulness.
Connor removed his hand, and she tingled at the lack of contact. His thighs flexed beneath her body, and she felt him tense.
Whack!
A startled cry escaped Maggie. The smack hurt, even through the layers of material. Rapidly, she catalogued the sensations. Not too bad. Each of her nerve endings fired to life and astonishment gave way to real excitement. Decadent heat.
“That’s for wearing your underwear and not much else to come to meet me,” Connor said.
The second blow took her by surprise, the smack coming from a different angle. Seconds later, Connor lifted her coat, baring the bottom half of her body to him. Her breath caught and she waited, tensing slightly.
His soft touch surprised her yet again.
“I like your ass, Maggie,” he whispered. “I like your soft curves and the rounded shape. It’s very sexy.”
“Um, thank you.” It was the first time anyone had complimented her butt. Off-balance, she wasn’t sure what he would do next.
Smack!
Her eyes widened at the increased sensation. With only the thin panties between his hand and her flesh, the smack stung more than the first two. Fiery heat ran to the point of contact before seeping down to her pussy. She felt the moisture growing between her legs and swallowed.
Another two smacks in quick succession made her groan. Aimed at different places on her butt, the heat danced through her, swirling and bringing a rush of conflicting emotions. Something like this shouldn’t feel so good, yet it did. Her breasts pulled to hard peaks beneath the boning of the corset, the nerve endings in her buttocks firing messages to all extremities of her body. She squirmed on his lap and lifted her hips, silently seeking another blow.
It didn’t take long to arrive, the placement perfect, across both buttocks but low. Her pussy clenched, and she bit on her bottom lip to stem the groan of matching hunger.
“Good girl,” Connor said in a thick voice. “You took your punishment well.” His hand lingered on her bottom for an instant before he rose and lifted her to her feet in one smooth motion. He scrutinized her before he kissed her, a mere caress of lips, as tender and light as that of a child’s. But the heat in his eyes when he unfastened the belt at her waist and slid the coat down her arms was pure male adult. Her coat dropped to the floor forgotten as they stared at each other.
