“What are you doing?” she yelps.
“I’m doing what I should’ve done the first day you were late at the center.”
I stomp off through the forest with Willow squirming over my shoulder. She pounds on my back, and I know if I put her down she’ll run off, and I can’t bear that. She scared me more than I want to admit.
We reach the cabin, and I keep one arm around her thighs as I open the door and kick it shut behind me. This is the second time I’ve carried her squirming into the cabin. But this time, she needs to be taught a lesson.
I stride to the couch and swing her around as I sit down so she’s facedown on the couch, and her bottom is on my lap.
“Hudson, what are you doing?”
I pull her skirt up, exposing her soft, pale legs. They look as good now as they did that first night in the moonlight. Strong legs that can wrap around me and pin me down.
Not today.
“I’m giving you the spanking you should have gotten a long time ago.”
The spanking I’ve been wanting to give her ever since I saw her ass in the moonlight. Before then, even. Ever since her sassy mouth put me in my place and her ass sashayed away from me in her too-tight overalls.
She gasps and goes still, and if she tells me to stop, I will. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. Instead, the defiant little minx arches her hips and raises her ass.
Fuck. Even at this, I can’t win against Willow. And that makes my cock lengthen and my heartbeat quicken. This woman challenges me like no other, and it does more than turn me on. It makes me want her in my life, challenging me with her wild ways and disregard for authority.
I pull down her white panties and run my palm over her bare ass. It’s smooth and creamy, and I pull my hand back and bring it down in a satisfying slap.
She cries out, and I pull her hair back off her cheek so I can see her face and make sure I haven’t really hurt her.
She turns her head to look at me with a defiant smirk. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Fuck.
“You want me to go harder?”
Her eyes twinkle with desire. “You’re the one giving the punishment, Hudson.”
There’s a challenge in her words, and I pull my hand back and apply more pressure. The slap rings out around the room, along with a moan from Willow.
Her hips lower to my crotch, and she finds my hard cock waiting for her. She rubs herself against me, and it’s so fucking good, feeling her against me, being this close to her.
I raise my hand and slap her again, and her moans get louder.
There’s a pink tinge on her skin, and I run my palm over it. So fucking smooth. So perfect.
“Harder,” she grits out.
Raising my hand, I come down hard, and Willow cries out. Her hips move back and forth, and I feel her soaking through my shorts, her pussy juices dripping onto my cock.
I slap her again, and her entire body jerks.
“Hudson…” I recognize her needy whine, and I slap her again as she writhes against me. A moment later, she convulses and cries out as she unravels on my lap.
My hand squeezes her ass. I’m so hard for her. But I’m still angry at her for breaking the perimeter, for making me panic, for making me feel things for her. For making me want her in more ways than just physical.
“Great punishment,” she says, turning her head. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with perspiration, and her eyes are dancing, laughing at me. Because every time I try to tame Willow, she surprises me with something else, and I love that way more than I should.
“I’m not done,” I growl.
I lift her off my lap, and she’s soft and pliable, but I’m not risking letting her go. I want the upper hand for once. Just one time.
