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marks.”
“If you had been injured, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”
“But you did.”
“I barely am able to hold back my anger and lust now.”
“Anger?”
“You left me, Megan. No word. Just left.”
She shook from head to toe as her own guilt burned in her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have done that, Luke. I know that now.”
“Not good enough, little trespasser. You have to learn a lesson.”
Megan didn’t like the sound of that. “I really am sorry, Luke. Truly.”
The corners of his mouth curled up into the sexiest grin she’d ever seen on a man but only for an instant. “I know you are.”
He swept her up into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Leaning into his chest, Megan mewled. Sure, they’d only just met, but it still felt like home being in his arms.
Luke began walking them back up the path.
“Why don’t we take your truck back to your place?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t worry about how we get back to my cabin, sweetheart.”
“No? What should I worry about, cowboy?”
“You might want to think about what kind of punishment I will decide to give you for running away. Right now, I’m thinking your pretty little bottom needs to be introduced to a paddle I have. Or maybe I’ll just use my hand. Mmm.”
Her jaw dropped. “Put me down, please.”
“Not a chance.” He laughed.
Chapter Eight
Megan stood on Luke’s back porch alone. She trembled, not from being naked outdoors in the cool night air but from anxiously waiting for Luke to join her on the porch and deliver his promised punishment.
The door opened, and the sexy cowboy appeared, also naked from head to toe. She looked at his muscled torso and bit her lip. His chest was a powerhouse of strength that made her wet and wanton. Then he turned around and set down the items he’d brought with him from inside his house, giving her a sweet view of his perfect ass. She bit her lip.
Turning around, he held up a large black paddle. “See this?”
She nodded, looking directly at the scary thing.
“I call it Mr. Discipline, and you sure deserve to feel his bite.” He tucked the paddle under his arm and then held up some handcuffs. “These are for you, too. Extend your arms, little trespasser.”
“Can’t we talk about this, Luke? I really am sorry.”
“I know, but you have to be punished. If you are ever tempted to run away from me again, sweetheart, you will remember Mr. Discipline’s sting. Now, give me your hands.”
“I’m nervous.” Megan was also very turned on, though she wasn’t sure exactly why. She trusted Luke and knew he wouldn’t really hurt her.
“You should be. Hands. Now.”
As she complied with his command, her heart pounded in her chest.
Luke placed the steel around her wrists and locked her hands together in front of her, anchoring her to a post on his porch railing. He reached around and flicked her nipples with his fingers, causing the ache in her pussy to become unbearable.
She braved the question, “How many licks are you going to give me?”
“You were very naughty, little trespasser, but don’t worry. I will give your ass just what you need.” He attached something to both her ankles. “Step forward.”
“Okay.”
“How about addressing me as ‘Sir’ until I say otherwise.”
She winked. “I’d salute you, but my hands are cuffed.”
He smacked her on the left cheek, and it stung enough to make her tear up. “Don’t be bratty, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.” Something about his commanding tone and the burn on her ass created a swirl of feelings inside her.
The pain got her attention enough to let her get out of her head and into her body. As he locked her ankles to the same post that restrained her hands, Megan’s pussy dampened. He’d positioned her so that she was slightly bent, leaving her ass jutting out for easy access for him to punish her with Mr. Discipline.
Megan trembled, in part anxious for the sting to come from
“If you had been injured, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”
“But you did.”
“I barely am able to hold back my anger and lust now.”
“Anger?”
“You left me, Megan. No word. Just left.”
She shook from head to toe as her own guilt burned in her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have done that, Luke. I know that now.”
“Not good enough, little trespasser. You have to learn a lesson.”
Megan didn’t like the sound of that. “I really am sorry, Luke. Truly.”
The corners of his mouth curled up into the sexiest grin she’d ever seen on a man but only for an instant. “I know you are.”
He swept her up into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Leaning into his chest, Megan mewled. Sure, they’d only just met, but it still felt like home being in his arms.
Luke began walking them back up the path.
“Why don’t we take your truck back to your place?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t worry about how we get back to my cabin, sweetheart.”
“No? What should I worry about, cowboy?”
“You might want to think about what kind of punishment I will decide to give you for running away. Right now, I’m thinking your pretty little bottom needs to be introduced to a paddle I have. Or maybe I’ll just use my hand. Mmm.”
Her jaw dropped. “Put me down, please.”
“Not a chance.” He laughed.
Chapter Eight
Megan stood on Luke’s back porch alone. She trembled, not from being naked outdoors in the cool night air but from anxiously waiting for Luke to join her on the porch and deliver his promised punishment.
The door opened, and the sexy cowboy appeared, also naked from head to toe. She looked at his muscled torso and bit her lip. His chest was a powerhouse of strength that made her wet and wanton. Then he turned around and set down the items he’d brought with him from inside his house, giving her a sweet view of his perfect ass. She bit her lip.
Turning around, he held up a large black paddle. “See this?”
She nodded, looking directly at the scary thing.
“I call it Mr. Discipline, and you sure deserve to feel his bite.” He tucked the paddle under his arm and then held up some handcuffs. “These are for you, too. Extend your arms, little trespasser.”
“Can’t we talk about this, Luke? I really am sorry.”
“I know, but you have to be punished. If you are ever tempted to run away from me again, sweetheart, you will remember Mr. Discipline’s sting. Now, give me your hands.”
“I’m nervous.” Megan was also very turned on, though she wasn’t sure exactly why. She trusted Luke and knew he wouldn’t really hurt her.
“You should be. Hands. Now.”
As she complied with his command, her heart pounded in her chest.
Luke placed the steel around her wrists and locked her hands together in front of her, anchoring her to a post on his porch railing. He reached around and flicked her nipples with his fingers, causing the ache in her pussy to become unbearable.
She braved the question, “How many licks are you going to give me?”
“You were very naughty, little trespasser, but don’t worry. I will give your ass just what you need.” He attached something to both her ankles. “Step forward.”
“Okay.”
“How about addressing me as ‘Sir’ until I say otherwise.”
She winked. “I’d salute you, but my hands are cuffed.”
He smacked her on the left cheek, and it stung enough to make her tear up. “Don’t be bratty, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.” Something about his commanding tone and the burn on her ass created a swirl of feelings inside her.
The pain got her attention enough to let her get out of her head and into her body. As he locked her ankles to the same post that restrained her hands, Megan’s pussy dampened. He’d positioned her so that she was slightly bent, leaving her ass jutting out for easy access for him to punish her with Mr. Discipline.
Megan trembled, in part anxious for the sting to come from
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