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“For fuck’s sake. It’s not funny. Stop it. Right now.”
I knew I was acting like a psycho—I swear, I’m not normally like this with guys, but something about Rust brought it out of me.
“No, I think you should spank me,” I said, wagging my ass from side to side. “Because I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
He didn’t say a word. All I heard was his breathing, deep and heavy with disappointment. He was probably wondering how in the hell he was going to get me to stop acting like a brat and leave his house.
But then I felt him move closer. I didn’t have to look; I couldfeelhis presence standing there behind me, a shroud of electric energy covering my backside.
The hairs on my neck stood tall.What’s happening?
He finally spoke, his voice a low and husky grit. “You want me to spank you, huh?”
Oh my God,was he actually considering it?
I mewled an encouragement, my ass wiggling at him. “Mm-hm.”
WasIactually considering it, too?
He bent down and whispered, his warm breath ragged on my ear, “Were you a bad girl, Isabelle?”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
With one hand, Rust grabbed me by the waist and held me in place. His hand was so big, his thumb was at my spine, and his fingers at my navel. With the other hand—
Crack!
My body jolted forward and I yelped with surprise. I couldn’t believe it! He’d actuallyspankedme! And he hadn’t held back, either; he’d spanked mehard. My ass stung so bad, the pain traveled to my tummy, curdling my stomach.
“Ow,” I whimpered, rubbing my smarting butt cheek with my palm.
But when the nausea subsided, all that remained in its place was a delicious sweetness—and a delirious craving for more.
Rust knew exactly what I wanted when I assumed the position again.
“Bad girl,” he growled.
Crack!
“Oh, God!” I moaned, a sweltering heat pooling between my legs. “Again!”
Crack!
“Learned your lesson yet?” he growled.
“Hm. No, I don’t think so,” I said and stuck my butt out for more.
Crack!
Rust spanked me again and again until my bottom burned so bad, I wassurehis big hand had seared my leggings into my flesh. My ass wasn’t the only thing burning, either. The harder he spanked me, the hotter the damp heat between my thighs burned.
“You’ve got such a nice ass,” he growled. He rubbed his big hand on my bottom, gently soothing my flesh, but I knew he was only getting me ready for the next spanking. “I almost hate that I have to do this.”
Crack!
“I’m sorry!” I wailed, my legs flailing. “Please no more! I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Good girl,” he growled, his voice a comforting rumble.