Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
She walked past his secretary, giving her a nod, and entered his office.
“Shut the door,” he said, “and lock it.” As usual, his face gave away nothing.
She turned the lock, excitement warring with concern. Was he going to spank her in here? And risk Karen or others hearing?
As if to answer her unspoken question, he stood and pointed at his desk. “Bend over,” he said.
She hesitated long enough to earn an arched brow, which launched her into action. Even if they were playing a game, she had no desire to earn his disapproval. Not after everything that had happened.
She stepped up to his desk and bent over, placing her hands on the walnut surface.
He came around to stand behind her and his fingertips brushed her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity through her. He found the hem of her skirt and pulled it up slowly until it bunched around her waist.
He had spanked her in his office before, but he’d left her panties up to keep from making any sound. This time, though, he peeled them down to mid-thigh.
Her tummy fluttered.
“Have you ever heard of a loopy johnny, Ashley?”
“No—” She cleared her throat. “No, sir.”
He slid an implement in front of her on the desk. It had a wooden handle, wrapped in leather, and three loops of thin black cord extending from the handle.
She shivered.
“It’s supposed to be one of the quietest implements for spanking. Of course, you may not be quiet when it stripes your bare skin, so that will be the difficulty.”
She forced herself to breathe.
“Kiss it and thank me for your spanking.”
She lowered her lips to the handle, smelling the scent of new leather as she kissed it. “Thank you for spanking me, sir,” she said.
He took the wicked-looking loopy johnny away from her and pressed a hand down on her low back.
She waited, her bottom crawling in anticipation of the first stroke.
It came so much worse than she’d expected. The loops bit into her skin, stinging like a thousand wasps.
She pressed her hips forward against the desk as if to get away and clamped her mouth shut on her cry, closing her throat. It was a full three seconds before she could breathe, the pain sending pinpricks of heat everywhere in her body.
He brought it down again and once more she lurched forward, wanting to crawl over the top of the desk and off to the other side. He struck her two more times and she reached back to cover her poor bottom, certain she couldn’t take any more.
“Miss Bell, you will remove your hands at once.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, sir.”
“The spanking is not over until I decide. I will add three strokes for every second it takes you to—”
She yanked her hands away.
“Thank you.” He delivered another searing stroke.
She clamped her lips together, whimpering.
Another terrible stripe. Then another.
“Oh, please,” she pleaded with any sense of dignity at all. Hot tears clung to her eyelashes.
Ben pulled up her panties, which chafed horribly, despite the fact that they were made of the softest satin. Lowering her skirt, he turned her around.
His face still held the stern mask, but he drew her into his arms, kissing her hair and rubbing her back.
“Ow,” she whimpered as the understatement of the year.
Ben cupped her nape in that possessive way of his, his hard muscled body powerful, even when disguised in a suit. She breathed in his masculine scent, trying to calm the trembling in her body. She felt thoroughly punished by him—a delicious feeling, really, now that she knew he’d forgiven her.
Her legs wobbled beneath her, but Ben held her up with one strong arm around her waist. He nuzzled her ear, then her neck.
“I hate the loopy johnny,” she complained into his jacket.
He pulled her head back to look down at her, amusement crinkling his eyes. “I found it quite effective. It will stay here in my office for times when you require my immediate correction.”
Moisture leaked onto her panties.
“It might get misplaced. You know, by the cleaners or something.”
He caught her chin with his index finger and raised a stern eyebrow. “It had better not disappear or you will not sit for a week, understand?”
Her pussy clenched.
“You’re mean,” she whispered, lifting her lips up to be kissed by him, her alpha wolf who had taken her so deftly in hand.
Ben watched from the bed as Ashley padded naked from the shower into their bedroom. A growl rose in his throat just watching the bounce of her bare breasts as she walked. When she bent over to search through her underwear drawer, giving him full view of her juicy ass, her sex peeking from between her legs, his skin pricked with heat.
“Come here,” he said, pushing himself to sit, his voice deeper than normal.
She erected herself and turned, looking over her shoulder at him. Her hands instantly went to cover her ass, and he chuckled.