Page 5 of Mason: His to Convince

“Sorry sweetie,” he replied. “The evening isn’t quite over yet. We need to get a couple of things straight between us.”

“I’ll give you straight. You can go straight to hell.”

Rebecca was stunned when she found herself over Mason’s shoulder for the second time in one night. Her breath left her ina huff as he carried her into the dining room and kicked a chair away from the table with one big boot. Sitting down, he swiftly and effortlessly had her over his lap before she could utter a word. The pattern of the Oriental rug was suddenly up close and personal and her feet didn’t come close to touching the floor at her other end.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screeched, afraid she knew exactly what he was doing. Struggling was useless, but it didn’t stop her from trying.

“You and I are going to have a little discussion. Well actually, I’m going to be the one talking and you’re going to be the one listening,” he calmly informed her, resting his huge hand on her butt.

Rebecca froze and all struggles ceased as a shiver went through her. Turning her head to look at him was difficult in her undignified position, and she tried to blow her hair out of her eyes.

“Have you lost your mind?” she demanded, more shocked than enraged.

“Quite possibly,” he replied calmly. “I have heard of perfectly normal people snapping after long periods of being pushed past their limits and baby I passed that point a long time ago.”

Rebecca sighed. Okay, he was obviously determined to spank her. Seriously, how bad could it be? Children had been spanked for centuries and wives too, probably. She personally had never been subjected to it but, she wasn’t getting away and it didn’t appear she could talk her way out of it so, whatever.

“Well then have at it big man,” she foolishly taunted, relaxing across his lap and picking out the intricate pattern on the rug.

Mason grinned and brought his big hand down hard covering both cheeks with one tremendous swat. Man, I’m gonna love this he thought.

Rebecca’s scream was probably heard three doors away.

Oh my God she thought, trying to catch her breath. It can be bad, very, very bad, worse than the worst sunburn she’d ever had. Worse than that summer she’d stepped on a ground hive. Actually, just like that except then it was bees were stinging her ass.

“Mason, please stop,” she begged scrambling wildly to get away, her hands and feet like matching windmills.

“Sweetie, we’re just getting started,” he informed her with another blazing swat.

“Yeowww. No, No really,” she panted beginning to panic. “You...you talk and I’ll listen, I swear.”

“Exactly, and that’s the first thing we’re gonna talk about. Swat! “Your language is atrocious and it stops right now.”

“Owww! Yes a...language, yup no swearing. Got it! Please stop now Mason, you’re killing me.”

“Youwillstart shopping on a regular basis.” Swat. “And you will eatreal foodfor at least one meal a day.” Swat.

“Noooo,” she moaned in so much pain she could hardly believe it. “I mean yes, yes, shopping, I love shopping, and food, love to eat. Oh my God Mason,” she pleaded hanging her head in defeat. “Whatever you say, just please stop.”

“You will study.”

Swat

“You will drive responsibly.”

Swat. Swat.

“You will not throw fruit or any other objects at someone more than twice your size andneverat me. Do I make myself clear?”

Swat.

“Yes, yes Mason. Very clear, crystal clear,” she struggled to get out between squeals and moans.

Rebecca would have agreed to just about anything at this point. All she wanted was for him to stop so she could raid the freezer for anything frozen to put on her butt.

“All right then,” he informed her as she breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Let’s finish this up.”

“What! We are finished,” she screeched. “You issued orders and I caved, we’re done.”