“May I look at you naked?”
“Now?” he asked with a grin.
“Yes,” she smiled, “and I’m leaning more toward the really naked.”
“Sometimes baby, you have really good ideas,” he laughed as he stood with her in his arms and headed to the bedroom.
Sam planted his foot on a chair and maneuvered Johanna over his knee the moment they entered their suite. Flipping her dress up, he placed a firm hand on her back as she flailed uselessly several feet from the floor. Her thong panties made things that much easier for him as he immediately began smacking her ass with rapid precision.
“I can’t believe you would do such a thing,” he scolded as he peppered her bottom.
“It was only for fun,” she cried, helpless against his greater strength and determination.
“I saw you egging Elena on. She has no experience with that kind of thing and you know how protective and jealous Jeff can be. It’s a wonder everyone got out of there in one piece. I thought for a moment Jeff was going to punch that dancer right in the jaw.”
“I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t think it through,” she pleaded as her bottom caught fire.
“I guess you didn’t,” Sam replied sharply as swat after swat rained down on her nearly naked ass.
Jo pleaded and cried, but sympathy was beyond Sam. Jeff was one of his best friends and he could have ended up in jail, if things had turned ugly. Besides that, as the owner of Sugar Babies, Inc. he had a reputation to protect. Even now he didn’t know if Marcus and John had found Susan and Erica. Vegas is a big place and they could be anywhere.
“You were supposed to stay together,” he admonished as he pulled her panties down and started spanking her sit spots.
“There’s security all over the place,” she cried. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I guess that’s a moot point now, isn’t it? The worst that could happen, for you personally, is you get the spanking of your life and that’s exactly what you’re going to get! How dare you sneak behind my back and do exactly what you were warnednot to do. And what about poor Kelsey? She’s getting married tomorrow. Supposed things had turned out badly and Ty called it off? It’s not every man who could see the woman he loves riding on some stranger’s naked shoulder in front of an entire audience and laugh it off.”
“Ty loves her, he would never call off their wedding,” she howled in misery, finally giving into the pain and limply laying over his leg as tears dripped into her hair. “I didn’t know I was the babysitter,” she sobbed out, wiping her face on her arm.
“You’re not the babysitter, but for all intents and purposes, you’re my baby,” he informed her, not missing her gasp and shiver. His hand went from quick, harsh spanks to rubbing gently with the occasional sharp slap thrown in as he felt her relax. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked quietly, moving ever closer to the juncture of her thighs.
“Like what?” she asked, her head turned to look at him over her shoulder.
“You like it when I call you baby, take control, make you mind me? You even like it when I put you over my knee and spank you like a naughty little girl?” he said in his silky dark voice that always melted her to goo.
She knew he was moved also, the barely discernible rasp in his voice was a dead giveaway. His eyes were slightly glazed and he had a crooked smile titling the corner of his mouth as he waited for her reply. His fingers danced ever closer to learning the truth and she knew it, but pride made her deny his words.
“No, I don’t,” she gasped out. “When you call me Baby, as an endearment, that’s nice, but I don’t want to be your baby. I admit sometimes spanking is kind of sexy, but not this, not a punishment.”
Sam smiled as he crossed two, long thick fingers and slid them into her, deeply and easily. She was literally dripping her pleasure onto his hand as he held her in place andfucked her with his digits. Her internal muscles clamped down involuntarily and the ragged moan tore from her throat despite her best efforts to remain quiet.
“So now my baby wants to add lying to her list of sins for tonight?” he asked smiling as she trembled over his knee. When she failed to respond he reluctantly pulled out of her and spanked her with five sharp smacks. His wet hand intensified the sting and she was soon scrambling to get away as she fought her own response. “It’s all right to tell me the truth,” he whispered gently, rubbing her bottom once again.
Johanna caved and began crying, all the fight drained out of her. It didn’t matter what she said, he knew the truth and always had.
Sam lifted her down and she stood on trembling limbs, her head down, hiding her shame at her own desires. Tilting her chin up with his finger he looked into her watery violet eyes and ordered.
“Answer my question, Johanna. Now.”
“Yes,” she sighed softly.
“Yes, what?” he encouraged.
“Yes, I like it when you call me baby, when you baby me,” she said as tears dripped down her cheeks. “I like it when you take control, set limits and make sure I mind you. I even like it when you spank me for disobeying. It makes me feel safe and loved and incredibly turned on. There,” she continued with a touch of defiance in her voice as she wiped her nose on the hankie he handed her. “Does that make you happy?”
“Very,” Sam replied smiling as she looked at him like he was crazy. “Now come to Daddy,” he said, holding his arms open. “It’s bedtime.”
Johanna did exactly that. Wrapping her legs around his waist and laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her to bed, his large hands cupping her hot bottom.
