Sinners & Gin – Top Shelf Read online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
<<<<192937383940414959>59
Advertisement2


Tennessee seeing my bare ass and disciplining me would have been worse than Matthew… and I had no doubt Matthew would do it too if I put up a fight. At least with Matthew, we had already done this dance. I knew what to expect.

Silently admitting defeat, I sighed and walked toward the bed. Staring at my mountain-themed quilt, I did as he asked, feeling the cool air against my bottom as I lifted my floor-length dress, lowered my panties, and bent over the bed. My face heated with embarrassment. Matthew had punished me before several times, and he had definitely seen my bare behind, but I still couldn’t help but feel the shame of having to be spanked like a naughty school child.

I cringed when I heard the swoosh of the leather belt being removed from his pants. Matthew wasn’t one to go easy with that damn belt of his. When he decided to deliver a punishment, it was always worse than what I prepared myself for.

“Before I belt your ass, I want to make sure you understand why I am giving you this discipline. Do you?”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled against my mattress. I threw in the ‘sir’ hoping that my extra show of respect would make him go easy on me or maybe even change his mind. “I was given strict instructions from Tennessee, and I didn’t follow them. I’m sick and falling asleep outside probably wasn’t the smartest move on my part.”

But this was truly insane. Why did a spanking with his belt have to be the consequence? I was a grown woman, and this was a man who kidnapped me. Did he really have the audacity to lecture me on right from wrong? But just as I was going to argue and fight back, I had to admit that little bolts of arousal crept through my belly and around my pussy while preparing myself and awaiting his dominance. Did I want this? I sure as hell didn’t not want this. It seemed so normal in the most twisted and fucked up ways.

The first lash of the leather cracked against my flesh without mercy. I bit down against the pain and balled the quilt into my fists to fight the urge to cry out. But when the second and then third whip of the leather made contact, I couldn’t hold back from squealing and whimpering in distress.

“Ow! I’m so sorry!” If there was ever a time to start coughing, it would be now. Maybe if I had another coughing spell, he would go lightly on me. But my cough had decided to betray me and remain deep within my chest.

“Stick out your ass,” was his only response.

I did so and was only rewarded with another, and then another whip of the unforgiving belt. The spanking continued on as I cried out. Tears ran down my face as my ass heated to an inferno.

“Naughty girls get spanked. You will soon know this, Aria.”

“Matthew, I can’t take any more! It hurts!” I cried out, not caring that Tennessee could possibly hear my pleas from the kitchen below.

I lost count after the tenth or so swat, the intensity becoming too much. His intention clearly was to make sure I would feel it the next day. So, once he passed the tenth swat, I knew I was in for it.

After ten more lashes of the leather, Matthew tossed it to the side and began peppering my upturned behind with his wide palm. Over and over he spanked, making sure he covered every inch that the strap had missed.

“Is your ass on fire?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I followed my words with sobs, hoping he would take pity on me, but knowing that Matthew didn’t stop until he felt the punishment would be remembered for quite some time. After tonight, I would ‘remember’ for quite a while.

Over and over, he reddened my cheeks until mercifully the punishment came to an end. Matthew adjusted my panties, lowered the fabric of my dress to cover me, and helped me to a sitting position, even though the last thing I wanted to do was sit on my throbbing ass.

“Now, get in that bed, Aria. If I catch you out of it for the rest of the night, I’ll make sure you can’t sit for a week.”

The fact that the instruction was given while watching him thread his belt back around his waist had my answer come easily. “Yes, sir.” I sniffed and wiped at my tears.

He bent to kiss my forehead. “I’ll have Tennessee bring you some dinner. Stay in bed until morning,” he warned again. He moved toward the door and then paused, turning around to add, “Tennessee and I worry about you and only have your best interest at heart. We can’t have you getting sicker than you already are. You belong to me right now. Under my protection and watch. Are we clear on that?”


Advertisement3

<<<<192937383940414959>59

Advertisement4