Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

A hand landed on her ass and she let out a quiet cry. Movement caught her attention and Cole sat beside her. She turned her face towards him, and he cupped her cheek, studying her.

“Spread your legs, kitten,” Julian demanded before another slap landed.

She let out a groan but pushed her thighs apart.

“Further. I want them nice and wide.”

Two more slaps, one after the other on the same cheek. Ouch!

But she widened her stance until she was on tiptoes. Then he landed two more smacks to her other cheek. Okay, he sure as hell knew how to deliver a spanking.

Cole leaned in and lightly kissed her cheek. “You’re all right?”

“Yes. I am.”

“I love you, butternut,” Julian told her. “I don’t ever want you to keep things from me, all right? We’re in this together.”

She had to smile at the ridiculous endearment. His way of trying to reassure her. She took in a deep breath as a series of spanks landed, left cheek, right, back again.

Holy. Shit.

Cole stood, she guessed to stare at her red ass. She groaned.

“You’re not sitting comfortably tomorrow, kitten.”

Hell.

“You’re sure she can take more?” Cole queried.

“Where are you at, kitten?” Julian asked.

“Green, Sir.”

“We operate on a stoplight system,” Julian explained. “Green for go. Yellow for slow down. Red for stop. Here comes more, Keira. Hold on.”

She wanted to point out that it was kind of hard to hold on when her hands were tied together and she was perched precariously over the back of the sofa.

The last spanks came sharp and heavy. So fast she didn’t even have time to draw in breath to cry out. And then Cole slid down onto his knees next to the sofa and kissed her. And that kiss stole what little breath she had left. He tasted like mint and man. Such a delicious mix it went to her head, made her world spin and the heat of her spanking filled her body with a different sort of hunger.

When he drew back, they were both breathing heavily.

“Now that was hot.”

They both turned to look up at Julian who’d moved around the sofa and now stood staring down at them. “Ready for your paddling, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.” She turned to Cole. “Bet you never thought you’d hear him ask me that.” She winked.

Cole laughed. And joy filled her. She’d made him laugh. It happened rarely. But the sight and sound of it was perfect. As though surprised at himself, he froze for a few seconds, the sound dying off.

Then he glanced up, obviously looking over at Julian, who she could feel behind her once more. She shuddered as the cool paddle rubbed against her already burning ass cheeks.

“Ready, kitten?” Julian asked. “Remember, you can always say red and it stops.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She braced herself right as the paddle landed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.