The Painter by Courage Knight

Author:Courage Knight
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Discipline, 19-year-old, spanking, boss, Romance, boss and employee spanking, Marriage, employee, modeling
ISBN: 9781609680695
Publisher: Blushing Books
Published: 2010-07-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Shannon couldn't stop smiling. Life was good for the moment. Oh, her bottom stung worse than she'd ever hurt before. It hurt worse than bee stings or falling on the ice wearing ice skates. It hurt worse than when she sprained her wrist in gym class. But it was weird, too. Kind of comforting. She'd been feeling awful for years, whenever she'd remember what she'd done to the ram. She'd felt like a bad person, damned to spend eternity in hell like her father was always saying. But now she had a clean slate. She'd confessed, Kerrick punished her, and he told her she was forgiven. At least, where that offence was concerned. Too bad he couldn't just spank her once and forgive her for all her past indiscretions!

And now she had a complete new wardrobe! She'd never had so many pretty things all at once. And the coat - the coat was absolutely perfect! It was periwinkle, with a band of embroidery to either side of the front zipper, and a big, fur-trimmed hood - it was so pretty and warm, that she didn’t want to take it off. And of course, after she'd made a fuss over how much he'd spent, he had to go and buy the mittens, hat and scarf to match, before paying the store to have everything delivered that evening. Kerrick Peyton could be an overbearing dictator at times. Still, in some ways, he was a lot nicer than her dad. Her dad had never hit her, but he'd never held her, either. Kerrick had shown her more affection in five minutes than her dad had in a lifetime. And wasn't that the real sin?

Kerrick treated her to dinner, then. A couple of burgers and cokes, which they ate standing up in deference to her discomfort. She couldn't finish all her fries, and he got upset that she wanted to toss them to the birds, so she forced herself to eat them and then keep them down. Maybe he liked fat nudes better? Well, she'd have to make sure the extra calories were worth it. Next time he bought her dinner, she'd skip the fries in lieu of a hot-fudge sundae.

Back in his apartment, though, he slipped back into what she called his "artist mode". He got sullen and uncommunicative, his eyebrows drew together into a scowl, and he fidgeted like a little boy on a rainy afternoon. "Do you want me to pose again?" she offered.

"No!"

She flinched, grateful that he didn't want to spank her when he was in such a foul mood. "Do you mind if I take a bath?"

"Go ahead. Just don't lock the door."

Right. Only one bathroom. He might need to use it before she got out. Well maybe she'd better make it a quick one. But as the claw-footed tub filled with steamy water, lightly scented from the bath oil she'd found under the sink along with a bottle of shampoo and conditioner - from his last model,

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