Punished by My Boyfriend’s Dad (Forbidden Fantasies #64) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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“Please,” I beg through clenched teeth. “Give me a second chance. I’ll do anything. Don’t fire me because I need this job, and you know I come from nothing. I can’t afford to lose it.”

Nicole glares at me, an ice-cold fire in her gaze.

“Then you shouldn’t have stolen from the club,” she states in an imperious manner. “You’re such a stupid girl. Much more idiotic than I initially thought.”

My palms sweat as a cold shiver runs down my spine. I shouldn’t be showing weakness, but I can’t help it at this point. I’m genuinely afraid of what might happen.

“What does that mean? What do I have to do?” I choke as I swallow hard. I hate being insulted, but what choice do I have at the moment?

Clay shrugs his massive shoulders, still looking nonchalant.

“Punishment, of course, that fits your crime.”

This doesn’t bode well, and tears fill my eyes.

“Yes, but what will my punishment be? Spanking? Whipping? The basement dungeon?” I choke. “I know that sometimes, you lock girls up in the cages down there. Is that what’s going to happen to me?”

After all, Club Z is a full-service outfit. There’s a red room on the lower floors, although I’ve only been a few times when a client requests that I take him there for a tour. The BDSM stuff is usually left to other girls because I like my sex dirty, but without physical pain for the most part.

“No, I think the dungeon’s too easy for you,” Casper sighs, straightening from the wall. “You’d be over it in a day. No, we were actually discussing the punishment while waiting for you to arrive.”

I stare.

“What is it?” I whisper.

Clay responds, stretching his arms over his head like a lazy cat.

“We’re going to send you to a farm in rural Missouri for some hard labor. That sounds fun, doesn’t it? The place is called Renfrew Acres and I hear they specialize in growing different corn varieties,” he drawls, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

My eyes widen. “No! You can’t do that. Corn? Missouri? Hell no, I don’t even know where that is!”

The twins exchange an amused look

“Missouri is sandwiched between Kansas and Illinois. Surely, you know one of those two states?”

I choke as tears prick my eyes.

“Okay, I know where Kansas is, but still, I don’t know anything about the Midwest. I don’t know anything about farms! You can’t just send me to some godforsaken gulag in the middle of flyover country!”

Clay and Casper assume looks of mock-offense.

“Missouri is much more than flyover country,” Clay begins.

“It’s actually one of the breadbaskets of the United States,” Casper adds. “That place is incredible when it comes to crop production and industrial farming.”

But I don’t hear them now over my muffled sobs.

“I can’t,” I cry. “I just can’t. I’ve always been a city person, and you know that I’m an urban animal. The concrete jungle is my home, and I won’t survive in a place that’s all trees and grass. That’s my vision of true torture. Seriously, you can’t send me away.”

The twins chuckle with mirth as they share a look.

“I think a lot of people would consider trees and grass to be Paradise,” Casper remarks dryly.

“Or something resembling the Garden of Eden,” Clay drawls.

But I don’t hear them because I’m too upset.

“Please, please, don’t send me away. I don’t know even know what a farm looks like!”

Clay and Casper exchange amused looks again.

“Well, there are a lot of animals, a big house and a barn,” Clay begins.

“Not to mention that Missouri’s worked out great for one of our other girls who went off the reservation,” Casper adds in a low tone.

I know who he’s referring to. It’s Hadley, who used to work at Club Z ages ago. She was a giant slut who was sent to Renfrew Acres to live with her uncle, and ended up marrying him of all things. I hear they have a baby now, and are as happy as two clams, but I can’t imagine doing the same.

“No, no,” I moan piteously. “Hadley was a country girl at heart. Her family owns the farm, so she has a background living in nature. But I seriously have never even been in a rural area. It would kill me.”

The twins are getting annoyed now.

“You’re being a bit dramatic, don’t you think? It’ll be more like a nice vacation where you think about what you did.”

“Vacations don’t include manual labor,” I point out in a pitiful voice.

Casper shrugs, clearly done.

“I suppose that’s true. But still, the decision has been made. Your punishment will be a trip out to Renfrew Acres in Missouri. Otherwise, bye-bye job.”

I sit up, sniffling and wiping at my eyes.

“And how long do I have to stay there for? And you promise I get my job back afterwards, right?”

The twins shrug. “You’ll be there for as long as it takes. We’ll keep track of your progress. It could be one month, or a year. Or even a few years.”


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