His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) by Megan Michaels

his forefinger skimmed up her thigh, pressing lightly through her panties between her labia. “These panties are very cute, girlie, and it appears that you’re about ready to soak through them. Running my finger across your lips has caused a very pretty wet mark, and I can smell your arousal. It would seem that my naughty little girl likes her little backside spanked. We’ll see how you feel when it’s over.”
    He had pulled her over his lap, adjusting her so her buttocks were centered, her hands on the floor, bracing her weight. He rubbed and squeezed her bottom, and she wondered if he’d decide just to fondle her ass that way instead. Her musings were quickly dispelled when his steel-hard hand crashed down onto her left cheek. Before the pain could even register, a similar swat landed on her right buttock.
    “Holy fuck, dude! What the fuck do you eat in the morning? Spinach?”
    She could hear his soft laughter in his response. “Nope, darling. It’s just how I spank. I told you that a woman receiving discipline would experience something much harsher than a child might get. And just so you know, swearing is extra. That was your free warning.”
    He tucked her against him, wrapping an arm around, holding her outside arm tightly to her body, and then he commenced to spank her with a flurry of swats that stole the breath from her chest. “You will not fight with your hands.” He continued to rain down swats, lower and lower until the back of her thighs were on fire too. “You will not cause a scene in public. A grown woman doesn’t conduct herself in that manner.”
    She bucked her hips, hoping to throw herself off of his lap, but to no avail. Brittney then slapped his leg, hoping to get his attention enough that he’d slow down a bit. Instead, the already hard swats simply increased in pace and strength, to the point that she started to sob, despite her valiant efforts to maintain her composure. In desperation, as she felt herself going from sobbing to bawling, she turned her head and bit the side of his calf. She hadn’t done it hard enough to break the skin — she’d hoped — but it was sufficient to make him yelp and stop his hand from smacking her.
    “Sassy? Do you remember what I said?”
    “N-no, I don’t. It hurts. I can’t do this anymore.” She tried pushing herself off his lap only to be jerked back against him, his arm pinning her in a vice-like hold.
    “Oh no, you don’t. You’re not going anywhere. I told you that if you didn’t behave, these adorable little panties were coming down — and now they are.” He hooked his finger into the elastic, jerking them down roughly to the backs of her knees.
    The bite and sting of his hand had been nothing in comparison to the slaps he’d then laid down across her backside. She actually wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that she was bleeding, the pain was so intense. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried that hard; her head wagged from side-to-side, her hair ending up in her mouth, sticking to the tears coating her face. She had lost all control of her movements, begging for him to stop, for it to end, and not receiving an ounce of mercy.
    “You will not bite me ever again. Are. We. Clear?”
    “Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy!” The swats had finally ended, and she continued with her mantra until she realized that he was not her Daddy .
    She’d stopped pleading, crying, or even speaking, holding perfectly still, fearing she might actually die of embarrassment. At that moment, the escape offered by such a death held a strange appeal to her.
    “It’s all right, my sassy girl. It’s all over. You’re Daddy’s good girl again.” He pulled her to stand, her panties falling to the floor. “Let me pull your panties up, girlie.”
    The elastic scraped across her bottom, making her hiss. “Do you have a sore spanked bottom?”
    “Y-you know I do. You d-did it!” She scowled at him. What a stupid question to ask while she had