Hot Cooking Spanker Wanted by Rachel Burns Page B

the sofa reading my book from the beginning again. I
remembered that he didn't want to go to the movie with me. He wanted
to live with me, but he didn't want to be seen with me in public. Was
he married? Going through a divorce? Maybe I wasn't good enough for
him? He was one of those people with perfect bodies and he seemed to
have his life all figured out. He even felt he could figure mine out
for me.
    I
went to the sofa and sat down next to him. “Do you want to talk
about the other characters today? Or the relationship of the one you
like with the others.”
    “ No,
I thought that you and I could talk about why you pretended to sleep
and then you were up for about five hours in the middle of night
working even though you're sick.”
    He
looked at me like he expected me to answer. “You know I have a
deadline that I have to meet. Maybe work isn't important in your
world, but it is pretty damn important in mine.” My eyes were
blazing.
    “ Work
is very important to me too, but so is sleeping, eating right and
taking care of myself. If you can't balance those things then you
won't survive long. You will burn out and mess up your work and they
will drop you like a hot stone.”
    I
sat there with my mouth wide open. “That's – that's not true. The
work I did last night was really very good, some of my best ever. I
want to go home now. I will confess who I am and where I live but I
want to go now.” I tried to stand up, but he had me over his lap in
seconds. My dress came up and my underwear went down. I couldn't
believe this guy. He was smacking very hard. My feelings were already
hurt and now my bottom was on fire, too.
    I
tried to cover my backside with my good hand as I screamed 'rose'
over and over. He just moved my hand out of the way and continued
paddling at me with his strong hand.
    “ Your
safe word won't help you today. You're getting what you got coming.
This is even long overdue.” Smack, smack smack.
    I
sobbed over his knees and begged him to stop. After a bit he did.
    “ You
seem to think that your job is more important than your health, don't
you?” Smack.
    I
was too upset to talk. He had his left arm wrapped around my waist
holding me in place over his knee so close and so tight that I knew I
wouldn't be getting away this time.
    “ You
think that it doesn't matter. It's just your health on the line.”
His hand came down on me several times. I was bouncing around.
    “ I've
told you before that they will drop you like a hot stone when you
can't keep the pace. Do you think I am kidding?” He rubbed my
bottom in circles. That even hurt.
    I
sobbed and didn't answer.
    He
brought his hand down hard. “Do you?”
    I
shook my head, sniffling loudly.
    “ If
you believe me, then why do I have to do this to you? If you believe
me, then why don't you change your ways? You can work during the day
just like everyone else. If I ever catch you pulling crap like that
then God help you because I won't hold back.”
    I
gasped. He was capable of even more.
    “ That's
right, Darling. You ain't seen nothing yet. But if you don't change
your tone you will.” He was rubbing again. I wasn't able to move at
all. I just cried. I tried to bury my face in my hand but the cold
metal brace gave no comfort.
    “ Eight
hours of sleep. You know when you need to wake up. I trust you to be
able to do the math. If you can't your backside will pay the price.”
He brought his point home with his hand again.
    I
laid like dead over his knees. I couldn't control my tears, so I just
let them flow.
    He
moved his legs around, placing a foot on the shelf under the coffee
table. That raised my bottom, considerably, in the air. He smacked
low.
    That
woke me up from my coma as if I had gotten an electrical shock. I
howled in pain. The next several smacks all landed there too. I fell
to pieces begging him to stop. I promised him everything that I could
think of. I even said I would go to bed at six if that would make him
happy. I meant it