Page 36 of Sebastian's Secret

“No, sir.” Resolve settled over her with the answer, an acknowledgement that she had asked for this—begged even—the least she needed to do was see it through.

“Okay then.” Bunching her panties to the cleft of her ass, he gripped her flesh as he continued. “Then you stay until you’ve been thoroughly spanked, and I’m satisfied.”

Oh, God. Now she was bared, and even more exposed. Could she survive the onslaught? And yet even as she asked the question of herself, she knew she was going to persevere. Endurance was what she was good at—a lifetime as a Monroe had taught her that much—all she had to do was settle into the penance and lose herself in the rhythm. Rebecca knew from experience that was where the pleasure waited.

“Yes, sir.” Skimming her fingertips over the hard floor, she fought to compose herself. “Thank you.”

She tensed as his hand withdrew, an instinctive reaction to what would come next and bit down on her lip as the strike connected.

“I like that,” he enthused, rubbing the area. “You’re right—you have reasons to be grateful.”

Wait, what did that mean? She didn’t have to wait long for Sebastian’s explanation.

“From now on, you’ll thank me for each strike, little girl.”

Thank him? Her toes curled with incredulity. Was he fucking joking?

“Clear?” He rained down smacks over her unprotected skin, making it difficult to think.

“Yes, sir, thank you.” Was she supposed to thank him for each one? Christ, she’d already lost count! “I don’t know how many there were though.” Cringing at the confession, she was grateful to be face down. At least she didn’t have to meet his no doubt unimpressed gaze.

“Starting from now.” Tapping her ass, he emphasized the final word.

“Yes, sir.”

-Smack!-

Rebecca’s lips parted at the intensity of the blow. Many more of those and she wouldn’t have a choice but to use her safe word. “Thank you, sir.”

It was humbling to have to show gratitude for such a cruel strike, but that she suspected, was the point.

“You’re welcome.” His tone was smug, and she imagined his conceited expression, thankful again not to have to acknowledge it from the position she was in.

She was ready for the next three strikes, braced and able to force out the response he wanted each time, but as the swats went on, Rebecca sensed her determination waning. They hurt so God damn much, as did the humiliation of having to meticulously thank him for every spank, but there—despite the shame and pain— were the first shoots of her arousal. She didn’t understand why she found it so horny to be belittled. After all, she’d loathed her father for the way he’d treated her, but she couldn’t deny the emotions Sebastian stirred—her yearning to cede and let him take her over. Those feelings were real, and they were dangerous.

“This is what you get, little girl.” Sebastian’s voice thundered over her, his pace never relenting. “What do you say?”

Red-faced, she was compelled to once again offer her thanks before he continued.

“This is what you get when you put yourself at risk.”

Another swat, this time in a new and agonizing part of her backside and another pause as he waited for her ignominious reply.

“Thank you, sir.”

I asked for this, she reminded herself, scowling at the next strike. What’s wrong with me?

“I will always be there to help you, little girl.”

Burying her face into the edge of the couch, she tensed at his patronizing tone.

“To rescue when you’re in need, but have no doubt, I will also haul your pretty little ass over my lap and remind you what happens when you put yourself in danger.”

There was no doubt. She believed him.

“Got it?” He struck the underside of her ass again, catching the edge of her pussy through her panties.

Yes. She sent the silent plea to him in her mind. Yes, more, please!