Her Mistletoe Promise: A Christmas Novella by Jaye Peaches

Author:Jaye Peaches [Peaches, Jaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-08T18:00:00+00:00

She had never been spanked before. Not even a smack on the back of her thighs. As a child, the worst discipline she had encountered was her governess requiring her to stand on a narrow stool in the corner of the nursery. Nobody had laid a disciplining hand on her. William certainly had not.

The first clash of Elias’s palm against her bottom was such a shock, she could not even cry out.

“This, my dear,” Elias said with casualness that was equally shocking, “is for leaving the safety of your home.”

Another coolly delivered smack kissed the apex of her arse cheek.

“What?” she screeched. She attempted to wriggle around and face him, but he had a firm grip of her waist.

“Am I correct in stating you chided me when I decided to ride home in the fog—”

“Yes, well.” He slapped the other hot cheek as she interrupted him, and she grimaced.

“That my horse might stumble—”

“I walked—”

The debate was not working in her favour. For every rebuff, she received a complimentary smack. He clapped his hand against her bottom, alternating between her writhing buttocks. She should feel ashamed, certainly indignant at his coarse discipline. How childish to be spanked over the knee, and naked, too! She bit back a retort and thumped the bed with her clenched fist.

“Please, stop!”

He rested his heavy palm on her throbbing behind. The pain rippled out, and she sensed the heat rising out of her, the unending sting. He gave her bottom a brisk rub and as he did, his fingers slipped along her furrow. She gasped with delight and spontaneously parted her legs, allowing him to see her slit.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked softly.

She hesitated. Her hips were resting on his firm thighs. He held her close to his body, ensuring she did not take a tumble off his lap, and he had used his hand, not a whip or a strap. He was not beating her, and the pain, she noted, slithered away after a few seconds. Was this really terrible? She peeped over her shoulder and inspected Elias. He was dressed in the same jacket he had worn on Christmas Day. Unlike his smart uniform, there was a roughness to the fabric, and the elbows were worn. He was not a rich man and only a guest at his cousin’s house. She deduced this manner of effecting an arousal in her was something he had done many times before with other women, and perhaps he knew the outcome would be in his favour, or why else risk her ire? His experience was what appealed to her the most. When he fucked her, he did it with a confidence that exuded both sensuality and arrogance. He wanted her for his pleasure, and surely, as she promised, she should allow him. After all, she dearly wanted to make him happy.

“Please, good sir, continue,” she said, staring right into his mellow eyes.

“Then you’ll let me decide when to cease?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“You are a brave and wicked girl,” he mused, still rubbing the heat around in circles.

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