One minute I was laughing with his sister, the next I was over his lap, my dress flipped up and my panties around my knees while his hard hand came crashing down on my bare ass over and over again. Before that moment, I’d never been spanked, barely even had a cross word ever said to me.
“You think it’s funny to put yourself and my sister in danger like that, Josephine Elise? I have half a mind to wear my belt out on your ass, little girl.”
Standing in the middle of the kitchen, I close my eyes as the memory plays out in vivid detail. Me, kicking and crying over hisknee while Gracie begged him to stop. But he didn’t, not until it felt like my entire ass was on fire. And then he’d made me promise to never, ever drive so recklessly again before pulling me into his arms and kissing the breath right out of me.
That was the first, but by no means the only spanking Bennett Kincaid ever gave me. Once that first spanking happened, it was like the floodgates opened and he took every opportunity I gave him to put me over his knee.
And I loved every single moment of it.
Not while it was happening, at least not usually. When I was in the thick of it I always regretted whatever action had led to me ending up bare-assed over his lap. But after… after was an entirely different story. To this day, he’s the best I’ve ever had, though admittedly I haven’t been with many men since his supposed death. A few here and there to take the edge off sexually, but I’ve never let myself get close to anyone. Instead, I live out my potential love stories in the books I write, and that’s all I need. I don’t need a man, and I sure as fuck don’t need Bennett Kincaid.
Which is why you’re standing in the kitchen at three o’clock in the morning thinking about how hard he’d spank you if he saw the contents of your pantry right now.
Ugh.
Snagging a bag of cookies from the countertop, I rip it open and shove three in my mouth, savoring the chocolatey goodness as I chew.
“Naughty girl.”
Jesus Christ, I’ve spent so much time imagining Bennett’s reactions, it’s like he’s right here with me. So real I swear I can feel his breath on my neck.
I have a split second to realize it’s not actually a hallucination before I feel the prick of the needle, and the world goes black.
Josie
Sunlight warms my face as I sigh and roll toward the light. I must have actually gotten to sleep last night if it’s already daylight outside.
Still feeling too groggy to face the day, I sigh and snuggle under my blanket. Beneath me, the mattress is like a cloud, far softer than I remember it. But maybe I’m just not awake enough to notice how hard it actually is.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
Ugh, not another Bennett dream.Go away, asshole.
“Naughty girl. I should wash your mouth out with soap.”
At that, my eyes fly open. And I realize with growing horror that this isn’t a dream. The man standing beside my bed is very, very real.
Holy shit.
Scrambling backward, I press myself up against the wall as my gaze darts around the room. The completely unfamiliar room.
“Where the fuck am I?”
Bennett raises a bushy brow in a stern expression I recognize all too well. “If you keep using those grown-up words, I really will wash your mouth out, Josephine Elise. Right after I spank that naughty little bottom.”
His voice is rougher than it was back at the candy shop. More growly, more…
Dangerous.
But I was never afraid of him as a girl, and I refuse to cower before him as a full-grown woman. “I fucking dare you.”
“Have it your way.”
He reaches for me, and I dive to the side with every intention of crawling off the bed and making a break for the door.
Only, there is nowhere to go. On every side of me stand wooden railings, blocking my path.
“What thefuck?—”
