bewilderment. Tucker bent down and grasped her ankles again and in one swift motion he flipped her onto her belly, bringing her bare ass front and center. Lilliana must’ve sensed what was coming because she tried to crawl away, but Tucker gripped her waist and held onto her firmly. There was no way in hell he was letting her get away when her perfect ass was within reach and in sore need of discipline.
“I meant it when I said you had a spanking coming for all the sass you’ve given me.”
“Tucker, wait…” Lilliana squeaked out.
“I’m done waiting for you, Lilly.”
Tucker grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Leaning on top of her, he whispered into her ear, “I demand your respect, Lilly.”
“Tucker, please… I’ve never… please don’t hurt me,” Lilliana answered softly, her voice full of fear.
Is that what Lilliana thought his intentions were? Tucker eased his grip on her wrists slightly and kissed her ear gently.
“I would never hurt you. This is simply to teach you that I won’t put up with your smart mouth and to show you that I always carry through with my plan of action.”
Lilliana’s breathing became ragged but she said nothing more. Had she resisted any further or said no , Tucker would’ve backed down. He waited, giving her time to mull over his words. Would she balk like all the rest or would she take his punishment? He hoped for the latter.
When she remained silent, he spoke from his heart, “You need this as much as I do.”
With his final declaration, he kneeled between her open legs and nudged them open further with his knee, and brought his hand down onto her ass. For all his talk about discipline and paddling, he had actually only spanked a woman a handful of times, and he had never felt so alive than he did at that moment.
She shrieked and pulled her wrists out of Tucker’s grip. She clawed at the bed and tried to twist her body, but Tucker’s grasp was too strong. He smacked her one more time on her other cheek with equal vigor, the loud slapping sound reverberating off the walls. He wanted to give her more, but he knew he was pushing his luck.
Tucker’s heart was pounding and it was so loud in his ears, he could’ve sworn Lilliana could hear it, too. Lilliana twisted and arched her body as she fought to get free. When Tucker released her, she promptly jumped up and backed herself up against her headboard. He stood and backed away from her, allowing them both time to process what had just happened.
She was breathless, panting, her eyes as wide as the moon. Tucker didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or jizz in his pants from Lilliana’s reaction.
“Are you okay?” her asked calmly.
She ground her teeth and narrowed her eyes, but to Tucker’s utter astonishment, she didn’t say a word and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Lilly, are. You. Okay?”
Lilliana blinked rapidly, and her eyes examined his body.
“If by okay you mean pissed, flustered and turned on, then, yes, I’m okay.”
A slow smile spread across Tucker’s face. Lilliana was something else. Her mouth never failed to irritate and entertain him.
“Good. Now get over here so I can taste you,” he pointed at the bed.
Lilliana opened her mouth and Tucker was positive it was to give him more of her brand of sarcasm.
“Before you speak, I should warn you: my palm is still itching to give you more.”
From The Art of Submission
Heated Exchange
Dylan
“You don’t get to tell me to stop, Mr. Young. I haven’t signed anything yet.”
Isabel is trying to sound convincing, but this time her voice cracks just a little.
“Don’t take one more step towards those paintings, Isabel. Don’t .” I can feel my temper gaining the upper hand and my alter ego is threatening to make an appearance.
In defiance, she steps backwards, closer to the paintings; just one step, then one more. I feel myself heating with aggravation and
“I meant it when I said you had a spanking coming for all the sass you’ve given me.”
“Tucker, wait…” Lilliana squeaked out.
“I’m done waiting for you, Lilly.”
Tucker grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Leaning on top of her, he whispered into her ear, “I demand your respect, Lilly.”
“Tucker, please… I’ve never… please don’t hurt me,” Lilliana answered softly, her voice full of fear.
Is that what Lilliana thought his intentions were? Tucker eased his grip on her wrists slightly and kissed her ear gently.
“I would never hurt you. This is simply to teach you that I won’t put up with your smart mouth and to show you that I always carry through with my plan of action.”
Lilliana’s breathing became ragged but she said nothing more. Had she resisted any further or said no , Tucker would’ve backed down. He waited, giving her time to mull over his words. Would she balk like all the rest or would she take his punishment? He hoped for the latter.
When she remained silent, he spoke from his heart, “You need this as much as I do.”
With his final declaration, he kneeled between her open legs and nudged them open further with his knee, and brought his hand down onto her ass. For all his talk about discipline and paddling, he had actually only spanked a woman a handful of times, and he had never felt so alive than he did at that moment.
She shrieked and pulled her wrists out of Tucker’s grip. She clawed at the bed and tried to twist her body, but Tucker’s grasp was too strong. He smacked her one more time on her other cheek with equal vigor, the loud slapping sound reverberating off the walls. He wanted to give her more, but he knew he was pushing his luck.
Tucker’s heart was pounding and it was so loud in his ears, he could’ve sworn Lilliana could hear it, too. Lilliana twisted and arched her body as she fought to get free. When Tucker released her, she promptly jumped up and backed herself up against her headboard. He stood and backed away from her, allowing them both time to process what had just happened.
She was breathless, panting, her eyes as wide as the moon. Tucker didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or jizz in his pants from Lilliana’s reaction.
“Are you okay?” her asked calmly.
She ground her teeth and narrowed her eyes, but to Tucker’s utter astonishment, she didn’t say a word and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Lilly, are. You. Okay?”
Lilliana blinked rapidly, and her eyes examined his body.
“If by okay you mean pissed, flustered and turned on, then, yes, I’m okay.”
A slow smile spread across Tucker’s face. Lilliana was something else. Her mouth never failed to irritate and entertain him.
“Good. Now get over here so I can taste you,” he pointed at the bed.
Lilliana opened her mouth and Tucker was positive it was to give him more of her brand of sarcasm.
“Before you speak, I should warn you: my palm is still itching to give you more.”
From The Art of Submission
Heated Exchange
Dylan
“You don’t get to tell me to stop, Mr. Young. I haven’t signed anything yet.”
Isabel is trying to sound convincing, but this time her voice cracks just a little.
“Don’t take one more step towards those paintings, Isabel. Don’t .” I can feel my temper gaining the upper hand and my alter ego is threatening to make an appearance.
In defiance, she steps backwards, closer to the paintings; just one step, then one more. I feel myself heating with aggravation and
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