Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

“Aren’t you glad I followed you in here?” she said a bit smugly.

“Yes, because now I get to do this.” He gave her an evil grin. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.”

“Why?” she asked, suspiciously.

“Because I said so,” he replied in a low voice. “Because you disobeyed me and now you’re owed some punishment.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “But you enjoyed it!”

“I most certainly did. I’m going to enjoy spanking your ass just as much.”

“Someone will hear,” she protested.

“Not from in here.” He swirled a finger in the air and she reluctantly turned, placing her hands on the wall. “Spread your legs and poke your ass out.”

Tilly pushed her ass out as much as she could.

“Ever been spanked in a shower before?” he asked.

“No.”

“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” He slapped his hand down on her ass.

“Ow, fucking hell!” Damn that stung!

“Oh, that bad language just added three more spanks,” he drawled wickedly.

She glared at him over her shoulder. “No way.”

“Yes,” he said firmly. “When I said no, I meant it. Doesn’t matter if you brought me pleasure or not. Turn back around.”

Two more smacks were all it took for tears to well in her eyes. Three more and she was dancing a little jig. He waited patiently for her to stop moving around. This time he landed four spanks on her butt.

“Ow, ow, ow.”

He rubbed his hand over her bottom, squeezing it mercilessly. “Now, I wanted to be on time for dinner. What are you going to say when they ask us why we’re late, Tilly? That you were getting your sexy, plump ass spanked for being naughty?”

Oh God, those words really shouldn’t turn her on.

Two hard spanks to her right cheek, then two to her left. “These are your last three. If you hadn’t cussed, we’d have stopped by now.”

Son of a bitch.

***

As it turned out, they weren’t late. But she knew sitting for dinner wouldn’t be much fun. She entered the living room where everyone had gathered to grab a drink before dinner. Dylan followed behind her.

Immediately, Simon jumped up from the sofa and pulled her into his arms. Her youngest brother was also the tallest. He’d always been all limbs and little coordination until he’d hit his late teens and really started to fill out. He’d played basketball throughout college and now he was a coach at the local high school.

“Midgie, I missed you.” He smacked a kiss on her cheek. The two of them had always been close and she was shocked by the tears that welled up.

“I missed you too,” she said in a choked voice.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he said with alarm. “She’s crying. Why is she crying?”

Her other brothers swarmed in.

“What did you do, numb nuts?” Dare, her second oldest brother, asked.