Drat. I didn’t think this part of the plan through.
“I think you need a lesson in safety.”
“You can’t spank me for burning dinner!”
“I’m not going to spank you.”
“Then why am I ass up over your lap?” A resounding smack on one cheek reminded me not to swear.
“Bottom up,” I said hurriedly. “Derriere. Bum, rear, rump, buttocks, tuckus.”
“Are you done?”
I thought a second. “Patootie.”
“I’m not spanking you.”
“You’re not?”
“No.” His hand roamed between my legs. “I’m giving you an orgasm.”
“What!” I tried to rear up and strong hands held me in place. I could only kick my legs as he anchored my wrists in the small of my back. “This is not okay.” At that moment, an orgasm via Cole seemed worse than a spanking.
“Shhhh.” He ran his free hand up my thigh.
“Relax, Regina. Submit to me.” Long, capable fingers brushed over my panties. Slowly, oh, so slowly, one finger slipped under the gusset and stroked the wetness there.
“Cole.” I jerked.
“Be still.” He leaned on my back as his finger conducted a symphony around my clit, settling into the perfect spot.
I couldn’t speak any more. I held my breath. Everything in my being focused on the feather-light touch.
“This is how I’m going to treat you,” he said in a low, smooth voice. “Every time you act out, I’m going to give you what you need. It may be a spanking, it may be quiet time in the corner to think on what you’ve done.” I whimpered, and thrashed a little, but he reaffirmed his hold of my wrists and pressed his arm against my back. His other hand never stopped the light, fluttering touch against my clit.
“I’m in control. I make the decisions. You comply. And whether you’re good, or naughty, you are mine.”
At the last phrase, everything in me clenched, and I orgasmed hard.
“Good girl.” He rubbed circles on my bottom as I lay limp over his lap.
“Oh my god. That was…I think I drooled on your floor a little.”
He released my wrists and helped me up. My body still tingled from his touch, and a part of me wanted to sink into his arms.
It was getting harder and harder to hate him.
“Feeling better?” he asked, setting me on my feet.
“Yes, sir.”
He chuckled and chucked me under the chin. “I knew that would get you to mind.”
“More,” I breathed.
The world tilted as Cole upended me over his shoulder, and carried me in a fireman’s hold to the bedroom. I kicked my legs happily until he set me down and I noticed he was scowling.
“Regina, did you make the bed this morning?”
