Chapter 4
Lainey
Joel looms over me. “You lied to me, Lainey.” He looks so stern. “Gemma isn’t in town for the holidays. She flew out to be with your parents.”
I swallow. I’ve spent the last few minutes trying to think up excuses and pretending to read.
He takes the book out of my hand and sets it aside. “What’s really going on here?”
“You said you’d be alone.” I knot my fingers together. “It’s Christmas.”
His brows slant down.
“No one should be alone on Christmas.” I resist the urge to squirm under his fierce stare. Be bold. “So I came up here.”
“You came up here,” he repeats slowly.
“I want to be with you.” And I put my hand on his leg. A tremor runs through me. Or maybe him. Or both of us.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You did this on purpose.”
“I didn’t mean to break down. I was hoping to find the road.”
“You could have been hit by a car. Or gotten lost in the woods.” The tops of his cheeks flare red. He lets out a gust of air and motions sharply. “Stand up.”
I rise and he takes my place, immediately grabbing my hand to guide me down into his lap.
His lap.
“Wh-what—”
“It seems my first lecture didn’t take hold. So I’m going to give it again… with a little reinforcement.”
“Reinforcement?”
“Oh, yes.” His hand skates up my back. “It’s time you learned your lesson. I promised you punishment, didn’t I?” When I don’t answer, he gives me a squeeze. “Isn’t that right?”
I nod.
“Use your words, babygirl.”
My face has to be bright red. I squeeze my thighs together.
“Yes. That’s right.” I’m breathless and my heart’s galloping.
I’m on Joel Adler’s lap, staring into stern blue eyes inches from mine.
I have no idea what’s going to happen, but there’s no place I’d rather be.
“You said you’d turn me over your knee.”
His grip tightens but his face is calm. “Good girl. Tell me, Lainey. Have you ever been spanked?”
I shake my head before I remember to answer. “No.”
“In a minute, I’m going to help you up. I’m going to unbutton your jeans, but I won’t undress you yet. You’re going to lie across my lap. I’ll spank you over this,” he rubs the denim stretched over my hip, “first. Warm you up. Then, you’ll get punished.”
“Will it hurt?” I squeak. I’m six seconds away from hyperventilating.
“Oh, yes.” His breath ghosts across my ear. “That’s why it’s a punishment. “But if you take it like a good girl…” he leans back and tucks a thick strand of hair behind my ear, “I’ll give you a reward.”
Did I know this was going to happen when I drove up the mountain? Some part of me knew that even if I made the first move, Joel would take me on his terms. But I never imagined this, not even in my wildest fantasies—most of which starred Joel.
“Are you ready?” He doesn't wait for the answer. He's already guiding me up and doing exactly what he said he’d do.
I can't stand to look at him when he undoes my jeans button and pulls down the zipper. His knuckles brush the soft bulge of my belly and there's a sharp ache right in my core. I need him to go further. But I'm afraid of what will happen when he does.
He eases me over his lap, face down this time, so my stomach rests on the hard and powerful muscles of his legs.
He tips me over so I'm a little off balance. I’m two sides of a triangle and my ample rear end is the apex, pointed up right at him.
Not a flattering position. I’m used to hiding, using sweatshirts to cover up my softness and size.
His fingers ghost up my thigh, and my skin prickles under the thin layer of denim.
“You're so beautiful,” he mutters. Each pass of his hand wakes my body up, bringing it to life. I never knew my bottom had so many nerve endings. “I can't believe this is happening.”
Same, Joel. Same.
Something prods my stomach. It's his dick. I shift so I’m not crushing it, but he steadies me with a hand in the small of my back. I'm clutching his leg, off balance, and wait for his hand to descend.
The first few smacks over my jeans are underwhelming. His palm claps down with a thuddy sound. There’s sensation but there's no pain.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.”
He chuckles. “I should have known. Let’s get these jeans off you.”
I start to rise and his hand on my back turns to steel.
“No.” He holds me down and yanks off my jeans somehow, scooting them over my hips. Now my face is really red. I’m ass-up and totally exposed. I wore my best underwear—a blush-pink bra and panty set. I didn’t anticipate this happening, but I'd hoped something would.
“Pink.” He sounds like he’s been punched in the gut. He trails his fingers across my bottom, exploring. My panties are so thin, I feel everything. The way his rough callouses catch on my soft skin. There’s reverence in the way he touches me.
His palm crashes down, and the air goes out of my lungs. He peppers my bottom with sharp, stinging smacks. Tears spring into my eyes.
But a part of me is satisfied. This is more like it. He said this was punishment. Punishment shouldn't be fun. This is the way I earn my reward. And I love to strive and earn things. To prove myself.
“This is what happens to naughty girls who disobey me.” He spanks in a rhythm, harder when he wants to emphasize something. “You’ll remember my lecture this time, Lainey. You’ll never put yourself in danger again.”
Yes, yes, yes. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe.
The flat of his hand claps my bottom, hard, sending fire shooting through me. “Your ass is getting nice and pink for me.”
My breath rushes out of me in a half gasp. Am I laughing? Crying? This is so weird. The humiliation and intimacy all rolled into one.
He pulls down my panties and I freeze up again, imaging my big dimpled bottom on display. His hand skates across my skin, barely touching me. I want to wiggle away from him but he catches me before I even try.
“You're almost done with your punishment. And then…” He dips his fingers between my legs, brushing the pouting lips of my pussy. All the air leaves the room. “Breathe, Lainey.”
He lets his palm crash down on one cheek and then the other, covering every part of my bottom and even the tops of my thighs. I kick my feet and writhe, but he winds a leg around mine, pinning me so that I'm still. He’s way stronger than I am.
The part of me that's fighting gives up and lets go. My thoughts float away, too. There's nothing but Joel’s body wrapped around mine, and the punishing kiss of his hand on my skin that sparks heat and pain.
I float in a warm haze. I don't realize he stopped spanking me until he strokes my labia again and a different sensation sings through me.
His skilled fingers dance over my intimate parts, finding my clit and painting it with my own wetness.
This is so different to when I touch myself, or the few fumbling attempts my ex made.
With Logan, if my clit was in Kansas, his finger would be at the North or South Pole.
“You did good for me, taking your punishment.” He takes one of my lower lips between his thumb and forefinger, and rubs.
“Now it's time for your reward.” I'm restless, shifting on his legs again. He clamps his limbs down and holds me so that I can’t slide away. Unable to move, I’m forced to focus on the feelings.
He tickles my clit and circles it, rubbing at the itchiest spots, making the neediness build in my limbs until a little golden pulse flares through me and satisfaction floods my core.
My lips part and my breath comes in a rush.
The first pulse is followed by another, and another.
And all the while, Joel rubs my back, murmuring, “Good girl.”
I’m wobbly when he pulls off my underwear and jeans and eases me back up. My face is flushed from being upside down. My hair is a lost cause.
“Whoa,” I breathe, and his eyes crinkle.
He holds my gaze as he licks his fingers. I’m too blissed out to feel embarrassed.
“There's another reason I came up here tonight,” I tell him. He’s clothed, and I’m naked from my hips down. Not quite my fantasy, but we’re a quarter of the way there.
He inclines his head, the flinty spark in his Arctic gaze warning me to tell him the whole truth. My bottom throbs.
“I wanted to give you a gift.” I pause but he doesn’t guess what I wanted to give him. I’ll have to spell it out. Problem is, I don't think I can say it out loud.
I grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head. It drops to the floor. I wait, wearing nothing but my blush-pink bra. Please, please, get what I’m trying to tell you.
Understanding lights his eyes. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. “This is what you want?” There's a rough edge to his voice. Underneath my burning bottom, his dick surges.
“Actually,” I say, “it's more like a gift you could give me. Because…” the word sticks in my throat, “I’ve never done it before.”
His eyes flare, then narrow. “Lainey… are you telling me you're a virgin?”
I bob my head up and down, and remember to use my words. “Yes.”
“Holy hell.” His hands fall away from me, shocking my skin with a sudden rush of cold.