Page 55 of Cole's Command

“O-okay,” she repeated.

“Thank me.”

Her clit throbbed at his authoritative tone. Why is this so hot? “Thank you, sir.”

“Good.”

By the time she’d registered the fact that his caress had disappeared, his palm had already landed. He struck her cheeks firmly, her lips parting as she processed the swat.

“One.” His palm rubbed the punished area as he continued. “You’ll count them for me from now on.”

Me? Her brow furrowed. “Yes, sir.”

The second strike focused exclusively on her right cheek, the impact harder than the first.

“Two, sir.” Her eyes squeezed closed as she acknowledged the spank out loud. How the fuck was this happening to her? It had been an entirely normal day until Cole’s appointment had slid into its second hour, yet now she was being physically rebuked over her hot client’s lap. The outcome was unfathomable.

Bracing for the third swat, she winced as he caught her left cheek in the same way as the right. “Three, sir.”

“You have a wonderful ass, little girl.” Glee oozed from his voice, his fingers tracing over her no doubt reddening skin. “So beautiful.”

What am I supposed to say to that? No one had ever complimented her backside before.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.” His palm landed at a different angle this time, catching the underside of her ass at the top of her thighs.

Eden gasped at the sudden hurt, her eyes widening as she absorbed the sting. “That hurt.”

She couldn’t help but articulate the pain. Years as a therapist advocating for talk-therapy had conditioned her into doing so.

“Excuse me?”

She tensed at his hardening tone. “That hurt, sir.”

“Better,” he replied. “And yes. It’s supposed to. Number the strike, please.”

“Four, sir.”

She blew out a breath, trying to decide how she felt about the ordeal. Cole’s free palm wasn’t holding her down as hard as it had been, and she might have theoretically been able to break free, but stretched over him, she couldn’t honestly say she wanted to escape. Almost halfway through the promised spanking, she longed to know more about the peculiar sensations and how they were affecting her body and mind.

“The next few are coming fast,” he warned, seconds only before his palm reconnected with her backside. He wasn’t lying. Five hard swats landed in fast succession, their intensity taking her breath away.

“Fuck.” She mouthed the word as she processed the impacts raining down on her.

“And?” he prompted.

“Five, six, seven, eight and nine, sir.” It’s nearly over. The thought was nearly as warming as her ass was surely becoming.

“One more.” He clasped her left cheek. “Then I check in.”

Eden was considering her reply when his palm ignited the tenth strike, the strength of the blow even greater than the prior swats. “Ten, sir.” The words were like a sigh, lost in her sense of relief.

“Well done, little girl.” It sounded as if there was genuine pride in his voice. “How are you feeling?”

Eden shook her head. She had no idea. “I think...” She hesitated, her brows knitted. “I’m stunned. Hang on, do I still need to call you, sir?”

Massaging her tender skin, he chuckled. “Yes, please, little girl. Until your spanking is over.”