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warm. He had her entirely under control with only the lightest of touches. When his fingers went to the fastening of her slacks, she made no disagreement. Those adept digits, so close to a part of her anatomy that was beginning to pulse with excitement, she would not have pushed them away for anything in the world.
    Cool air kissed the tops of her thighs as he pushed the slacks down to her knees. They fell the rest of the way, pooling in stoic black against his hardwood floor. And then his hands were sliding to the back of her thighs, warmth spreading up her legs as his hands traveled up to a place where he could palm her bottom.
    They had not so much as kissed, but there was an intimacy in that moment that captured Jamie. Looking down into his face, she steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder. He felt hard to the touch, a solid rock to balance herself against.
    “I'm going to take these down too,” he said, his voice a low purr as his fingertips breached the line of the legs and slid up under to caress the soft skin of her bottom.
    She was melting inside, her breath coming shorter and faster as the thickness of his fingers traced so close to her core. If he were to touch her there, he would find her hot and wet, she was sure of it.
    Instead he slid his fingers out of her panties and lifted them to the waistband. Jamie put both hands on his shoulders as he gently drew them down, making her naked from the waist down. The short downy stripe of gold above her otherwise bare mound made him raise a brow slightly and smile as her panties descended her thighs.
    And then his hands were moving up the back of her legs in a long caress, his fingers traveling up the inner parts of her thigh almost... almost to the place she was eager for him to touch. She parted her legs to allow him access, but he did not take advantage. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her down to l ie across his lap and across the couch.
    It was a rather comfortable position to begin with. When Jamie felt Jack's hands begin to smooth from the back of her neck all the way down to her bare bottom in long strokes, she sighed and relaxed into a state she'd thought impossible. Under languid caresses, she felt like a cosseted pet, not like someone about to be punished. She stretched out across his lap, laying her head in her hands as she surrendered to the moment.
    A soft chuckle above her told her he approved. “Comfortable, are we?”
    “Very,” she said. The massaging motion of his hands continued, lulling her further into that state of relaxed submission.
    “You do remember why you're here, don't you, Miss Black?”
    She had some vague memory of being threatened with a punishment. That seemed very far away in the moment.
    “I'm here because you wanted me to take my pants and panties off,” she said archly. The response earned her a light, barely stinging slap to one cheek.
    “You're here because you're a rebellious little minx who doesn't take authority seriously.”
    “I do take authority seriously,” she protested. “Especially when I'm the authority.”
    “That's not what I meant, Jamie.”
    She squirmed over his lap, slightly annoyed. “I liked it better when you didn't talk.”
    “Oh , I bet you did,” he said, laying another slap on the opposite cheek. “You liked it better when you thought you were going to get away with all your cheek and disobedience.”
    “You seem to like my cheeks right now,” she pointed out.
    “They're very nice cheeks,” he agreed, smoothing his palm against the raised rounds. “But this isn't about giving you a nice massage, Jamie. This is about teaching you a lesson.”
    She felt his arm snake around her waist and snug her close to his body. She didn't mind that one bit. It was nice to be held that way. It was nice to feel secure and safe and ... “OW!”
    He'd smacked her with enough force to make thousands of little stinging bolts go rushing across her tender skin. She was about to