“West, I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I won’t do it again.”
“Damn right, you won’t. I’ll make sure of that. Go bend over the table.” He pointed behind him.
She looked over in confusion. “What? Why?”
He reached out and cupped her cheek. By then, he showed no sign of temper. But his eyes were still dark, intent. “You’ve just earned yourself some punishment, that’s why.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re gonna spank me?”
“Yes. Bend over the table. Now.”
She gulped. Okay, she’d wanted this. Thought she had. Now that it was here though . . .
“Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, cajoling.
She glanced up at him.
“You get I wouldn’t touch you if I wasn’t in complete control, right?”
“I know you wouldn’t,” she whispered.
“You know I love you. I’d never hurt you. I just want you safe and I want you to have something to remind you next time to follow my rules that keep you safe.”
She nodded.
“You also get that if you don’t want this, if you hate it, if you can’t do it then we don’t do it.”
She let out the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. She knew he wouldn’t make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“I think you want to try, though, right?”
“Yes. What if you start and I can’t . . . I mean . . .”
“I’ll give you a safeword to stop everything.”
“Oh. Right. Yes.” That sounded good.
“Say red if you want to stop. And you do it at any time. Your shoulder hurts. You can’t take anymore. You’re uncomfortable or in pain beyond what you can take. No repercussions. No bad feelings. Got me?”
“I got you.”
“Then get your ass over to the table and bend over it. Wait,” he said sharply as she moved. She froze, watched him walk over to the bed and pick up a pillow which he handed to her. “For your shoulder.”
She walked slowly to the table and placed the pillow down. Then she bent over the table, her shoulder supported. She was aware the T-shirt she was wearing had ridden up, so it barely covered her ass.
“Spread your feet wider,” West ordered, coming up behind her. He lifted the T-shirt, completely baring her to his gaze. “No panties. Good girl. Part of your punishment is that you are banned from wearing panties for the rest of the day and that you are not to come without permission.”
Oh, fuck.
She knew that was going to be way worse than the spanking she had coming. He cupped her ass, and she jumped.
“Sh. Easy, baby. Fuck, this ass is magnificent. You’ve been needing this for a while, haven’t you? It’s been burning you up, wondering what all the other women in Haven talk about. Wondering if you’ll like it, hate it, want more.”
He slapped his hand down on one cheek and she let out a groan. Holy shit! “Ouch, that hurt!”
He snorted. “What part of this being a punishment escaped you, baby girl? Hmm?”
Another smack. She gasped again as her ass lit up.