Overcome by the desperate urge to cover her face with her hands, she scowled at Cade, jerking backward out of his grasp. He lunged as she turned, catching her around the waist before she even took a step.
“Very naughty,” he said in her ear, sounding delighted. She kicked and squirmed as he carried her to the sofa, where he put her down at the end and pushed her torso down over the arm. She erected herself as soon as his hands releasedher, but he promptly pushed her back down, capturing both her wrists behind her in one of his hands. He flipped her skirt up and gave her several hard slaps.
“Ow! Stop it!” she hollered.
The jingle of his belt made her freeze, stopping all her wrestling.
“Good girl,” he encouraged. “If you submit to your punishment, things will go far easier for you.”
“No more punishments,” she moaned, her bottom still sore from earlier.
“Answer me well and youmayavoid my belt.”
She held perfectly still, short breaths moving in and out of her chest. “Yes, Master.” She didn’t look over her shoulder but somehow knew he grinned.
“Was I right? Do the lights get brighter when you feel good?”
She released all the tension in her body, collapsing her head onto the sofa cushion in surrender. “Yes, Master,” she admitted.
“Are you allowed to lie to your master when he asks you a question?”
“No, Master.”
“Are you allowed to turn away when you have not been dismissed?”
“No, Master.”
“How many spanks do you think you deserve for lying and leaving without being dismissed?”
“None?” she offered.
“Wrong answer.” The leather belt cracked across her vulnerable cheeks, causing her to gasp.
“Five with the belt and we’ll leave it at that,” he said. “Only because your thing with the lights is so cute.” He struck her across the buttocks with the belt again. “Count them.”
“One!”
“One,Master. We’ll try that one again.”
“Oh, come on!”
He struck her again.
“One, Master,” she grumbled.
“No, that one was for speaking disrespectfully. We will begin with one when you are ready to submit.”
“What if I’m never ready to submit?” she huffed, feeling like a sulky teenager.
“I will remove all your clothing for the remainder of your time here.”
“You are a real jerk,” she said.
He pulled her up to stand and whirled her to face him, gripping the hem of her t-shirt as if to pull it off.
“No!” she shrieked, wrestling it down. “I’ll submit, I’ll submit. I’m submitting!”
He stepped back, folding his arms across his chest. “Show me.” His expression was unforgiving.
