Page 58 of Forbidden Desire
“Address me correctly, Elodie.”
His voice had taken on that gravelly authoritative tone I’d heard in the hall. Oh God, I don’t want to do this. I didn’t want to lower myself by referring to him this way, yet I couldn’t ignore the throbbing need he inspired. I wanted to make him happy, wanted to stay in his favor, and wanted to discover how the previously horrid torment could be more tolerable.
“Sir,” I forced out, my hands screwing into balls as it echoed around the small space.
“Good.” Silence reigned as he reveled in my denigration. “Now, enough delay.” His hands vanished in one swift motion, my ass oddly bereft at the loss. “We begin.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jeemie
THWACK!
I watched the impact ripple across her delectable behind, listening for any signs of distress. Conscious of how I felt during her first punishment, I decided to take my time, my hand smacking one, then the other cheek in a slow, rhythmic manner.
“You are to be spanked for your irreverent language, doe bheag.” She knew this already, of course, but it was fun to watch her struggle with the accusation, her hips wiggling as if they had any hope of escaping my palm. “You shall be chastised until I am satisfied you have learned.”
Her breaths quickened with my pace, her cheeks echoing a satisfying clapping sound with each fresh swat.
“Jeemie.” An edge of pain reverberated in her voice, an element of endurance as she accepted the blows, but nothing more. I was not smacking hard, and there was no need to make the trial any more difficult for her to manage. This would be one spanking Elodie would never forget, and by the time I was finished with her, she would likely be begging for more of the same.
“How are you, doe bheag?” My hand didn’t pause with the query, peppering her backside as she struggled with her words. “Is the onslaught too much?” I knew it was not but wanted her to admit as much herself.
“It’s okay.” Squirming against me, her fidgety movement stirred my loins again. “It’s not too much.”
“Sir,” I reminded her with one firmer strike.
“Sir.”
Her frantic tone was hotter than anything I had ever heard before.
She was far lovelier, my every fantasy realized, and as the smacks rained down, I was filled with repletion. This was what I had missed earlier—the sense of privacy and lust. This was what I had always envied about Rasmie. It was not only intercourse I needed but someone who would yield with eager anticipation, and it was my sincere hope Elodie might be that woman.
“Good, doe bheag.” I grinned as I rubbed her spanked flesh, sensing her softening.
Certainly, the spanking would not have been her choice, but witnessing the way her knees splayed and her delicious cunt rose with my palm, I was reminded of the exquisite local roses which bloomed in the wild. Elodie was like those flowers, her desire unfolding like the furl of its petals, her sex opening for me like sweet, ripe fruit.
“There,” I praised, swatting both of her cheeks again. “Is that not better than before?”
She turned her head, straining to meet my eyes. “It is different... Sir.”
Pride swelled in my chest as she finally succumbed to my will.
“Better?” I corrected, redirecting my swats to the underside of her cheeks. Striking her harder, my balls ached at her breathy little whimpers.
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“How?” I demanded.
“I’m not as embarrassed.” Her hips rose, pushing her sex down into my thighs and seeking more of the friction they offered.
“Without a crowd?” It was more of an observation than a question, but she murmured her assent.
“Yes, Sir, and because I trust you more now.”
“As you should,” I purred, grabbing her right cheek and massaging it roughly. “I do not wish to injure you, only remind you of your place.”
“Over your lap, Sir?”