“Do it.Stop stalling, little girl.”
My mouth falls open.“Little girl?”
“You’re acting like a bratty little girl.So I’ll treat you like a bratty little girl.Now call him before I take you over my knee and spank you.”
“I’d like to see you try?—”
The words are no sooner out of my mouth than he’s maneuvering me into his grasp, my arms locked behind me.He drags me backward with him until he’s sitting in his chair and I’m bent over his thighs, ass in the air.
He grabs the back of my thigh, strong hand gripping my flesh.“Since you won’t call Damiano, little girl, I will.And I’ll do it while spanking you silly.He’ll get to hear every slap, and every squeal you make.”
I’m breathless with shock.I can’t believe I’m in this position, but Seth’s hands hold me in place.The Rattlesnakes hat I was wearing slips from my head to the floor beneath me.Seth’s cock, rigid as an iron bar, presses against my stomach.
“Damiano, hey.”He grabs the hem of my skirt, lifting it an inch.“A little girl is misbehaving in your private box at the stadium.I’m putting you on video.”
My face burns with humiliation.
Damiano’s voice comes through the phone speaker.“Beautiful Madison, is that you draped over Seth’s lap?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Hetsks like he’s disappointed, but I can tell, even without seeing him, that he’s pleased.“Were you naughty?”
“No.”My voice is sulky.“I just figured out that the Surf Rats suck, so I cheered for the Rattlesnakes, and Seth got all grumpy about it.”
“You have been goading me into punishing you since we arrived, and you know it.”Seth lifts my skirt all the way up, so the cool, air-conditioned air kisses my panty-clad ass.“I’m going to spank you.Feel free to use your safe word…or don’t.”
He pauses, giving me a chance to stop this.But I don’t want to stop it.I want his hands on me, any way I can get them.I pushed for this—he’s right, I’ve been purposefully bothering him this entire time.
“Little Miss M was worried you’d be disappointed in her,” Seth says to Damiano.“I said we’d call to check in.Would you like to watch her punishment?I’m going to spank her, then fuck her, then she’ll sit in my lap for the remainder of the innings.And she’ll cheer for the correct team.”
Does he think he’s going to scare me with this kind of talk?No freaking way.
“I would love to watch her punishment.”Damiano’s voice is dark silk.“Look at those lacy panties she’s wearing.It’s like she knew she would be on display.Miss M, did you plan this?”
“No,” I gasp.At least, I don’t think I did.Not consciously.
Seth’s hand comes down hard on my ass.No warning.He already gave me the chance to stop things.I didn’t—I won’t.But the sting is surprising, and I cry out.
He leans over me to murmur in my ear.“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You will address me asSirwhen we’re in a scene like this,” he says.
Another warm thrill moves through me, as hot as my skin is becoming.“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”But in direct contrast to the praise, he spanks me again.
This time, I don’t make a sound.I focus on the spreading warmth over my ass cheeks, especially when he switches over to spanking the other cheek.He alternates, back and forth.
“You’re awfully quiet, bella,” Damiano says through the phone.“Does it hurt?”
“A little, Sir.”
Something unspoken goes between the two men, and the next spanking is harder, sparking even more heat.I gasp.
“Two more, brat.”Seth spanks me twice more, just as hard as the last one.
