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  He opened the study door and entered, pleased to find her just where she should be.

  “I’m proud of you, Meg,” he said, walking up to her.

  She turned but kept her place at the wall and he could see her eyes had already reddened and her lashes were wet. She had the clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen, accentuated by thick, black lashes. Eyes that looked pretty even when she cried. He placed his hands at her hips and brought his lips to the back of her neck. “You doing ok?” he asked, kissing her softly. He had to remember he needed to punish her first.

  She nodded, leaning into him when his hand snaked around to find her taut nipple. Her breasts were full, not large but perfect as far as he was concerned.

  “Lasagna smells good,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  “You didn’t make my favorite meal to win any favors, did you?” he asked, that hand that had just pinched her nipple now finding its way down over the flat of her belly and farther, two fingers slipping into the waistband of her panties to tease her already swollen clit.

  She pressed her hips into him and lay her head back onto the crook of his shoulder. She let out a moan when he pressed her clit between his fingers, opening her eyes when, a moment later, he pulled his hand from her panties.

  “Are you trying to soften me up, Meg?”

  She gave him a coquettish smile. “Of course not.” She paused. “Sir.”

  Her expression and the tone of her voice told him just how much a lie that was. He was willing to forgive her that though. But he couldn’t give her the upper hand now. This moment was crucial.

  He stepped from her and she looked surprised. He could see her waver, unsure whether to follow him or remain as she was. “Have you been standing here like I told you to since 4:30?” he asked.

  “Yes… well, I started to but then the phone rang and I picked it up thinking it might be you.”

  He signaled for her to face the wall and walked toward his desk, looking through the envelopes he had brought in with him. “Who was it?”

  She hesitated. “Josie.”

  He stopped, forcing a deep breath in. Josie was trouble. He couldn’t understand how Megan couldn’t see it. It was clear as day to him.

  “I appreciate you telling me the truth and for the future, just know that I won’t call you when I’ve told you to stand in the corner at any given point in time so no need to answer the phone.”

  She turned to look at him. “Are you mad?”

  He set the mail down and met her gaze, studying her. Megan was a pleaser. It was good and bad. But one thing he knew was that she couldn’t stand the thought of him being angry with her. It disrupted something inside her. He wondered where that stemmed from, if it was just the nature of the submissive mind.

  No, it wasn’t just that. He’d always been drawn to submissive women, but she was different, sweet, her innocence authentic.

  He smiled and shook his head, slipping his jacket from his sounders. “No, Meg. I’m not mad.” But proper corner time hadn’t yet begun as far as he was concerned. “We’ll set the clock now for half an hour before your spanking. I have a little work to wrap up anyway. Face the wall please and this time, take your panties down to just below your hips.”

  He waited while she shot a quick, worried glance his way. He could see her taking a deep breath, probably telling herself to stay calm. But the next thing she did surprised him. She turned to face him but didn’t meet his eyes. She shook her head fast once, wrapping her arms around herself, covering herself. She stayed like that, her gaze at her feet. He watched as a tear slid down her cheek but she didn’t make a single sound, didn’t try to talk her way out of it. There was no attempt to be playful or to seduce, no nothing. She just stood there, waiting, almost as if she were unable to obey.

  This was unexpected. He went to her, gathering her to him. She let him, her body soft, not resisting him in any way as a quick sob escaped her. He held her tight with one hand and cupped the back of her head with the other.

  “Hey, shh…” he coaxed. “It’s ok, Meg,” he said. “Look at me.” He lifted her chin. “Megan,” he said. She opened her eyes and met his. “It’s just us, you and me. It’s ok, you can do this. I’m here with you.”

  She searched his face but still did not speak. After a few moments, she nodded, tucking herself tighter into his embrace, her arms folded between them. She then stepped back into the corner. He watched as she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties but when she hesitated for too long, he went to her and placed his hands over hers. He held her as he slid them down over her hips, waiting until she widened her stance enough to hold them where he had set them at the tops of her thighs. He gave her hands a small squeeze.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Now put your hands at the back of your head for me, Meg.”

  He stepped back, watching her closely as she clasped her hands at the back of her head. She didn’t move when he stepped away and settled into his seat behind the desk.

  * * *

  Megan stood facing the white wall, trying to understand what she was feeling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She had tried to seduce him, he was right. The lasagna was only the start; the rest of it, well, it wasn’t even a conscious thought. Her instinct was to get out of punishment even though some part of her, the part she was not wholly familiar with, wanted it. Wanted to have his authority and wanted to obey it. It was something she didn’t understand. She was a modern woman. She had never submitted to any man’s attempted dominion over her before, but she wasn’t sure if anyone had really tried. Jake was different than other men but there was more to it than that, surely.

  This line of thinking was confusing. She would come back to it, let it sit for a while and then return to it. For now, there were other things to consider, like how her body was physically reacting. Her arms were tired already but there was something else brewing. Specifically, something between her legs. Her clit throbbed and she was damp. The fact that her panties were pulled down was, on the one hand, humiliating, while at the same time so completely erotic. The fact that she stood punished, shamed, in the corner for her misstep of the evening before, the fact that he now held her accountable and didn’t let her off the hook, the fact that he was perhaps watching her or, even more interesting, ignoring her altogether, excited her like she had never imagined it could. She had been dreading this time all day. Dreading this more than the physical spanking he would give her but she was at the same time absolutely and wholly aroused.

  Jake’s phone buzzed, signaling the end of her half hour. Megan turned to him. Dropping her arms, she took a step.

  “Did I tell you to come out of the corner?” he asked, his tone neutral.

  She stopped. “The bell rang,” she began, but he cut her off.

  “Did I tell you to come out of the corner?” he repeated.

  “No, sir,” she said, turning back to face the wall. They had talked about proper address when she had agreed to give this a try. He had wanted it and she had felt fine with it. Even now, saying the word ‘sir’ felt somehow right. Megan shook her head at herself. What would Josie think of her if she could see her now?

  “Good girl,” he said. She heard him rise. “You may turn to face me. Keep your hands where they are.”

  She turned to find him leaning against his desk rolling up his shirt sleeves. She swallowed, finding something in that simple act so dominant, so sexy. He was preparing to spank her. She looked at him, his lean, muscular build. He was 6′3″, and the top of her head reached to about the middle of his chest. His dark brown hair fell over one eye and he brushed it back. His eyes, they were gorgeous. So blue she still remembered how she had embarrassed herself the first time she had laid eyes on him and had been unable to look away.

  “Now tell me why you’re going to be spanked tonight, Megan.”

  “Because I drank too much last night and broke my promise.”

>   Jake nodded, going around his desk to open a drawer. She watched as he retrieved the small wooden paddle and took a seat on the couch. He then reached his hands out to her.

  She had seen that thing once. She’d even felt it on her bottom when he had jokingly swatted her with it. It had hurt and he’d only been fooling around then.

  “Come here, honey.”

  “Are you going to use that?” she asked before she took a step.

  “I’ll use my hand first. That will just be at the end. Come here.”

  Well, she supposed his hand would be more forgiving than the paddle. She walked over, her step slow, her eyes on his hands, his big hands. Megan swallowed and went to stand between his knees. He took her hands in his, his thumbs massaging her palms.

  “I don’t want to tell you who you can and cannot see, but that Josie, I don’t trust her.”

  “I’ve known her forever, Jake. I can’t just abandon her, not when she needs me.”

  He shook his head. “Do you see a pattern, Meg? Every time you’re with her, we end up in some sort of argument…”

  “Discussion,” she adjusted.

  “Fine, discussion. Either way, just keep your eyes open around that girl.”

  She nodded, not entirely doubting what he said but not able to fully accept it either.

  “All right, come on, let’s get this done. Over my knee.”

  Her heart began to pound harder as she looked at his lap, wondering how she was going to do this with any grace at all. Not that there would be any grace once she was actually in position. There wasn’t any elegance in being turned over your husband’s knee and spanked with your panties down around your ankles and your bottom bared.

  “Let’s go,” he said.

  Jake tugged on her wrist and Megan placed one knee on the couch, slowly lowering herself over his lap and placing her hands on the floor.

  “Next time, I’d like you to braid your hair,” he said, collecting the long tangled curls and setting them over her shoulder.

  Megan stared straight ahead, every part of her tense.

  “Relax,” he said, his hand at the back of her neck, massaging for a moment, then moving down over her back, pressing at her low back so her hips were lifted higher. He gripped her waist and held her to him with one hand while with the other, he rubbed circles over her bottom. “Where do your hands and feet need to stay while we do this?” he asked.

  “On the floor, sir.”

  “Good girl. Ready?”

  “No,” she mumbled.

  He chuckled just before the first smack landed.

  “Ow!” Megan immediately reached back to cover her bottom, one leg kicking instinctively as she wriggled to free herself.

  “Meg, hands and feet,” he said, grabbing the wrist of her errant arm and holding it tight to her low back. “Where do they stay?” he asked, his tone just a hair more stern.

  “I’m sorry. It just surprised me I guess.”

  “Where?” he repeated.

  “On the floor, sir.”

  He let her go and she wiped her hair from her face, bracing herself.

  He gripped her waist just a little tighter as he began again, this time working faster to cover both cheeks equally and without pause in between. Megan tried to keep her hands and feet on the floor, even managing to catch herself more than once when she involuntarily reached back to cover herself. He didn’t pause with the spanking as he reminded her again of where her feet and hands were to remain.

  “I’m sorry. Ow! Can you just. Ouch. Slow down. Jake, it hurts!”

  “It’s a punishment, Meg. Not foreplay.” As he said it, he shifted his position and swung one leg over hers, trapping hers between his. “Give me your hands,” he said.

  “No,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. “I’ll keep them here. I promise.”

  “Hands.” He waited.

  She shook her head but even as she did, she reached her hands back so he gripped her wrists at her low back, still managing to keep her tight to him as her torso hung over his legs, her heavy hair draped on the floor.

  “Ok, let’s get started.”

  “Started?” she began, but she never had a chance to finish her sentence because the rain of blows he dealt her next were harder than any he’d given her to this point. Megan struggled against him even as some part of her knew she should remain still, knew she should take her punishment. The spanking was loud, louder than she would have guessed it would be, and she had lost count after the first sixty she managed to keep track of.

  Jake carried on, holding her to him all the while as if he didn’t even notice her struggles.

  “Please, Jake,” she found herself begging. “Sir, I mean sir. Please.” Her bottom was on fire and it didn’t seem as though he had any intention of stopping. Didn’t his hand hurt? “Please! It’s enough, I’m sorry. Please.”

  “Almost there.”

  “Almost?”

  He didn’t even bother to answer her as the next ten landed across the tops of her thighs. She turned to look over her shoulder, wondering if he had switched from using his hand to using that paddle. The sting of each spank was excruciating but he was still only using his hand. She mentally counted the last five, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally stopped, his hand coming to rest on one thigh, pushing her legs apart as he loosened the grip of his legs over hers. Megan realized her face was wet; she hadn’t even been aware she’d been crying.

  Jake ran his fingertips over her bottom, spreading her cheeks apart just a little.

  Up until that moment, she’d been feeling chastised, punished for her behavior. But that act, that tiny moment, although he didn’t even touch her sex, changed everything. She glanced behind her, meeting his eyes, holding them.

  * * *

  Her look was one of pure sensuality with just a hint of challenge. He wondered if she was aware of the latter at all. She could seduce him utterly and this lesson would be lost.

  Keeping his expression stern, Jake pulled his hand away. “Eyes forward, Megan,” he said.

  She blinked twice, pausing for a moment, then lowered her lashes and did as he said.

  He had to check himself. His cock had been hard ever since he had stood her in the corner, but spanking her, having her naked and over his lap, having her accept her punishment and even having her struggle and needing to hold her down to finally take her spanking, it made him harder than he could ever remember being. He needed release desperately, but the look on Megan’s face was enough to remind him of what he was doing, why his wife was sprawled over his lap having her bare bottom spanked.

  In that one moment, the exchange of power between them had hung in the air.

  Megan’s beauty was her power. As innocent as she was, as honest as she was, she was a beautiful woman and beauty was, in and of itself, power. She was aware of it, wasn’t quite comfortable or sure of how to use it, but it was there and experience had taught her how the slightest shift in the set of her mouth, how one sideways glance, could bring a man to his knees at her feet.

  But Jake had no intention of allowing that to happen.

  He needed to make a point. If he wanted this sort of relationship, tonight would be important. If it ended in sex now, whether it was her seduction of him or his own need, there would be no lesson. It would not be remembered as discipline even though the spanking itself had caused her pain.

  “Ten more, these with the paddle. Count them out.”

  “Jake…” she began, but caught herself. “Sir…” her gaze went to the paddle in his hand, then to his face and back. “I’m not sure about those.”

  “You don’t need to be sure. Do you get to decide your punishment or do I?”

  She took a deep breath and let it out. “You do.”

  “Face forward please.”

  Her expression was one of worry but she did as he said. Jake lifted the paddle and brought it down at not even half the force he co
uld have used. It was her first time with it and although he wanted her to have a healthy respect for the little thing, he didn’t want her to be deathly afraid of it.

  Megan called out when the wood made impact with her already red bottom. She clenched tight and wriggled about for a moment before calling out the count. “One, sir.”

  Jake struck her other cheek, watching the red of her bottom deepen. She counted and he brought the paddle down two more times in quick succession so she had to catch up to keep the count. The next six came fast on alternating cheeks and Megan whimpered with each blow, but still managed to count. Only once she had called out ten did she soften her body, bending her knees and no longer trying to pull her wrists free. He let them go and she immediately wiped her face. Jake listened to her soft cries but held her in place, running his hands lightly over her swollen, tender bottom. It took all he had not to delve between her cheeks and he slowly lifted her so he held on her on his lap, hugging her to him.

  She buried her face in his chest, the wet smear of tears penetrating the fine material of his shirt. She took a ragged breath and he imagined those were the last of her tears. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him. “I didn’t mean to drink so much, it just happened and Josie kept ordering…”

  Josie again. Jake held his tongue though. She’d have to figure this out on her own if she wasn’t yet ready to hear him on this particular matter. Besides, she needed to take responsibility.

  “You could have said no, Megan. No one forced you to drink so much.”

  He felt her nodding her head and after a moment, she looked up at him. “I know. You’re right.”

  “You feel better?”

  She nodded. “Not my butt but yeah, I guess.”

  “Good.”

  “I don’t like that paddle, Jake,” she said, giving the thing a dirty look.

  He smiled. “It did its job. Let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up. I’m starving for some lasagna.”

  “I also picked up a bottle of your favorite wine,” she said, a smile on her face as he stood, keeping her in his arms.