Page 57 of Forbidden Desire
“We’re doing this now?” My heart hammered out of control as I summated the situation. Only a moment before, I had agreed to the predicament, but now, being spanked seemed like my biggest fear.
“Aye.” His lips twitched. “Now.”
“Shouldn’t we wait and talk more first?” I was stalling, but something about his insistent gaze told me I wouldn’t be able to wiggle my way out of the deal. Jeemie was going to spank me again—this time in private—and I genuinely didn’t know how to feel.
“We have discussed everything that matters.” His tone was firm, leaving me in no doubt about my fate. “Come forward now. For every moment you make me wait, I shall add ten strikes.”
Ten strikes? That sent my feet stumbling in his direction, panic swirling my chest by the time he was close enough to grab my hand and tug me to his right side.
“Do not worry, doe bheag.” Jeemie smiled, his blue eyes dancing. “No real harm will come to you.”
“You hurt me last time,” I countered, my ass clenching at the reminder.
“A mere scratch.” He chuckled. “You are totally unaffected, and I have already vowed to alter the experience for you.”
My brows furrowed, but there was no time to argue, his hand already compelling me over his thighs. I went with a little more grace than the last time, my fingertips grazing the fur on the floor as he settled me into place.
“Tell me, doe bheag, why are you about to be spanked?”
He couldn’t be serious, could he? He couldn’t actually expect me to detail the reasons for this latest humiliation?
“I-I don’t know.”
“Of course, you do!” His laughter rang out around me. “And you shall tell me now.”
“I swore.” I squeezed my eyes closed, barely believing I was about to be admonished for my choice of vocabulary. I hadn’t been in trouble for my language since I was a teenager.
“Aye.” His hand grazed my bare ass. “You used profanity when you had already been asked to stop.”
“I...” I hesitated, my mind in free fall. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Nevertheless, we must learn to have control over our facets.” His exploration paused, squeezing one, then the other cheek. “We must learn what is acceptable.”
“Jeemie.”
I couldn’t process my reeling emotions—the need to save myself from this ordeal mingling with the new and disturbing desire to let things play out. How would the spanking be different now we were alone? Would it be easier to bear, and if so, why and what was this low thrumming arousal that never seemed to dim?
“Must we not, doe bheag?”
My toes curled at his smug, knowing tone.
“Y-Yes, Jeemie.”
“Sir,” he corrected. “When we are alone like this, you shall call me Sir.”
“Sir?” Was he fucking joking? As if it wasn’t awful enough being head first over his thighs... now this?
“Aye.”
Hearing the glee in his voice, my eyes opened at the riling reality.
“It is a sign of your respect for me.”
“What about your respect for me?” I protested, wanting to make my point, but my mind clouded as his fingers dipped between my cheeks. I was still well lubricated from our session, and there was no denying the way he manhandled me was arousing me further.
“That is conveyed in the way you shall be treated,” he went on, his fingers brushing over my labia. “Aside from your sister, you shall be the most prominent lady in the village.”
In the village? Was he mad? As if I was going to stay in a place like this?