“It can be here in the privacy of your apartment, where there’s no chance of anyone walking in. Or we can table it for later in my office. At that time, I can’t guarantee that someone won’t stumble upon us, but I’ll do my best to be discreet.”
Yeah. Despite the fact he was likely going to blister my butt and I wouldn’t sit down for a while, my pussy was wet just from the deep, gruff, matter-of-fact sound of his voice.
“I’ll take it now,” I blurted.
For one, he was turning me on more than I thought possible. And two, the thought of one of my co-workers walking in and seeing me didn’t sit well. It wasn’t that I minded being watched, but I didn’t know them very well yet. Although Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker clearly didn’t have an issue with mixing business with pleasure, it was still a private matter as far as I was concerned.
“I thought you might,” he said with a stern look as he pushed off the wall and moved over to the sofa. He casually removed his suit jacket before handing it over to Ben. “Come over here.”
I moved toward him.
He gripped my face in his hand and tilted my head back. “I’m going to be blunt.”
Was he ever anything but?
“This is not fun and games. I won’t go easy on you. I take serious offense to lying and it’s imperative that you remember what will happen should you choose to do so again.”
His eyes were intense, his words spoken in that deep, stern tone that left no room for argument.
I nodded as much as I could. “Whatever pleases you, Mr. Parker.”
He released me and took one step back, unhooking his shirt button on his left wrist. I assumed he was going to roll up his sleeves. This man was not playing around.
“Strip.”
My pussy was now gushing and warmth infused my face.
I glanced over at Mr. Snowden. He was standing with his arms crossed over his wide chest, his eyes glued to me. Although there was something familiar in his gaze—heat, perhaps—his face was expressionless. It spoke to how serious this matter was.
Slowly, I untied the sash on my robe, then let the silk slip down my arms as my breaths began racing in and out of my lungs. I placed it neatly on the coffee table.
“Keep going,” Justin stated. “Panties and bra removed. Then I want you to remove my belt.”
Oh, God. I was almost positive I was having a hot flash.
With trembling hands, I unfastened my bra and allowed it to slide down my arms, placing it with my robe, then slipped my panties down my legs. My body heated from the inside out. I was feverish and achy, but I knew it had nothing to do with illness.
Neither man spoke, but they both observed every move I made.
Once I was naked, I worked the buckle on Mr. Parker’s belt free, then slipped the belt from the loops on his slacks. I laid the leather over his outstretched hand.
“Do you have any questions before we get started?”
I did have one. “Is this going to hurt?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy smirk. “It’s not meant to feel good. So yes, it will hurt. I don’t take punishment lightly. I don’t expect to have to do this again.”
Nodding, I clarified. “No. I know that. What I mean is…are you aiming to make me cry?”
“That’s not my intent, no. But it’s safe to assume you probably won’t be sitting down for a little while.”
“Fair enough.”
“Are you nervous, little rebel?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker. A little.” I was also anxious, turned on, and desperate to get this over with.
I tried to force my legs to move, but they felt like they were filled with lead.
“Get into position, Addison. Don’t make me ask again.”
I really, really tried to move, but I was frozen in place. I’d had plenty of erotic spankings from Doms at the club, but never a true punishment. I knew he considered lying a serious offense, and to be fair, he had warned me in the beginning.
“We can always add five more.”
That got my legs moving.
With wobbly knees, I stepped over to the sofa, bracing my hands on the back cushion before leaning forward and sliding them down to the seat. I rested my pelvis along the top edge of the sofa, my toes still on the ground. I knew my face was as red as he intended to make my ass. It might’ve turned me on, but there was still an overabundance of embarrassment that came along with this sort of punishment.
“I’m going to warm up your skin,” he informed me.
His big hand caressed my left butt cheek, then my right. My libido kicked into high gear from his simple touch and some of that mortification faded. Mr. Parker did this for several minutes, kneading my flesh, getting the blood flowing into that area.
