Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“If you were a math teacher, you might teach me something,” she smirks.
I think the alcohol is giving her more confidence and bravado than is really safe for her.
“I can teach you a lot of things,” I reply, reaching out to take her glass from her. “Moderation, for starters.”
Her pout is instant. Her eyes narrow at me.
“Excuse me,” she says. “I think I am capable of deciding how much to drink.”
She reaches for her glass, an act of impudent resistance that I have absolutely no interest in entertaining. It is easy to hold it out of her reach, but I shouldn’t have to. The sight of a young woman swinging her grasping fingers for a glass like a spoiled brat is all too much for me to tolerate. I place the glass down and catch her by the wrist.
It is a simple matter to haul her out of her chair, move my own seat back, and tip her shapely body right over my lap. This, she did not see coming. Outrage is in every line of her body as she twists in a hapless and helpless attempt to escape.
I hold her in place easily, and I let her fight herself out. The sensation of a woman’s soft curves wriggling against my body is very enjoyable. The slight irritation I felt at her attitude has melted as I regain the upper hand with little in the way of effort.
“What are you doing!?”
“I think you already know,” I purr, soothing her by rubbing her upper back. “You know why naughty girls find themselves in this position, don’t you?”
She makes a little squeak that functions as an admission that she very much does know why girls find themselves over the knee.
“When I give an order, I expect it to be followed. When I tell you that you have had enough to drink, that means you’re done drinking. It’s very simple, Charlie.”
“You’ve got no right to tell me what to do. You barely know me.”
I arch a brow as she starts arguing from this very unfortunate position. Usually the women I play with are more cooperative. Usually they beg to be in a position like this… or would be absolutely mortified to find themselves being punished.
I’m not used to women like Charlie. She comes from a simpler world. She wasn’t raised in the circles in which I have always moved, and it shows. She looks good in her dress, and she’s groomed neatly, but there are still so many rough edges to be smoothed.
I start by spanking her ass. It is presented tantalizingly in that tight skirt that has pulled very snugly over her hips. I like her curves. They are generous. Her thighs are nice and thick as well. There is a fullness to her figure that contrasts with my much harder, muscled body beautifully.
“Ow!” Her cry is plaintive and very real. “Mr. Waterstone! You’re hurting me!”
“Spankings hurt, Miss Crown,” I reply. “You might want to remember this next time you are tempted to open your mouth in response to something I tell you.”
“You cannot do this… You cannot…”
She whimpers those words as I continue to spank her. It truly is the most tame of punishments. It is chaste and rather innocent, which seems to fit her very well.
“What are you doing!?”
“Teaching you the lesson you so terribly need.”
I spank her ass again, very much enjoying the firm flesh and softer curve beneath my palm. There is something so very satisfying about spanking a girl who deserves it. I know I am doing her a favor right now. If I was to never see her again after this moment, it would be good for her to have experienced this.
Charlotte Crown has not been spanked enough.
“Ow! Stop! Stop it now! You’re not allowed to do this! You’re just a man. You’re nothing special. You’re just some guy! And you’re going to regret this!”
“This is not how a good girl takes her spanking, Charlie,” I chide her. “You’re supposed to behave better, not worse.”
I take a moment to smooth my palm over her ass. I know she’s not going to submit easily, but she is going to submit. I have no intention of letting her get away with her attitude.
“Let me go,” she repeats.
“Apologize for your rudeness and your bad behavior. Show me that you’ve learned something rather than speaking to me in that spoiled, entitled tone.”
“A billionaire calls me spoiled and entitled? Ow!”
I’m smirking as I smack her ass again. She certainly knows how to give me an attitude. But an attitude isn’t what I want right now. What I want is to feel the tension in her body start to melt away as she begins to understand she will not get away with anything where I am concerned.
That revelation might be quite soothing to her. But she’s not going to understand that until she experiences it. Which means she’s going to get spanked a lot longer and a lot harder.