Page 75 of His Dark Pact

“I’m glad we agree.” He eased back on his seat and patted his lap. “You know what’s happening next.”

She moved in slow motion, vaguely cognizant of her actions as she shuffled on her knees toward his right side.

This was really happening.

She pulled in a deep breath, consenting to the spanking without resistance.

“Up.”

It was only one word from him, but it seemed to hold all the power in the universe. Tipping herself forward, she was soon draped over his thighs. She settled so her fingertips brushed the length of the rug by his empty glass and steeled herself. She tried not to dwell on how ungainly she must look, upturned over his lap, or how absurdly vulnerable the position left her. Instead, she focused on her feelings.

She had to trust him. She had no choice.

“Am I right in thinking this is your first proper spanking, little girl?” Kyle ran his palm over her prone ass, squeezing her right cheek. “Aside from the ten swats you took in the drawing room.”

“Yes, sir.” She was suddenly struck by a wave of gratitude.

However humiliating it was to be strewn over him—and it definitely was—she was so thankful he could no longer see her every response. She needed to process what was about to happen without the intensity of his scrutiny.

Kyle had a way of staring so deeply into her eyes with his deep, blue gaze, she swore he could see right into her soul. It was disconcerting to be ‘seen’ so intently by someone she hardly knew, yet utterly moving, all at once. Graham had never seen her that way in their entire marriage. He’d never known the woman beneath the layers of societal roles and expectations. Of that, she was certain.

“I acknowledge that, Amy.” He patted her rump in an almost tender way. “And I promise to go easy on you, but I do want to make it clear—thisisa punishment.”

She clenched at the thought.

A punishment.

For not being a good enough footrest.

It was so fucking hot.

“Is that clear, little girl?” His thundering voice prompted her response.

“Yes, sir.”

It was too late to change her mind. She knew that. He’d made his intentions evident before she got into the position, and she’d had plenty of time to protest. Not that she’d wanted to. She was all in for this punishment.

“And so it begins.”

His hand vanished from her flesh, and in a heartbeat, it came crashing down on her tensed backside.

“Shit.” The blow was much harder than she’d remembered in the drawing room, the force temporarily taking her breath away.

“Language.” He squeezed her orb as he gave the warning.

“I’m sorry, but—” She never got to complete that sentence, her words halted by the strength of the next swat.

“No words until I say so, little girl.” Again, his palm rested on the middle of her cheeks. “This is a punishment, remember?”

Yes, sir.

Braced for the next strike, she winced as it landed and squeezed her eyes closed. He’d said he’d go easy on her, but this onslaught was anything but easy. Tears brimmed in her eyes as he rained down a fast succession of intense smacks, each delivered in a slightly different area and each as unrelenting as the next.

Fuck!

Her hands balled into fists as the pain grew. The sensation of the swats was unbearable, and her ass felt as though it was at least three times its usual size. As she pulled in air, she wasn’t sure how much more of the ordeal she could take.

“Oh my God.” She mouthed the words, certain she shouldn’t speak them aloud, yet unable to hold them in.