Chapter 7
Dallas
I’m outside my girl’s door at the bottom of the stairs at eight-thirty the next morning. The library opens at nine, but I feel confident she needs a good hard spanking, and I’m kind enough to be here early so I can give it to her before she opens the library.
I pull out my phone and call her.
The phone rings three times before she answers breathlessly, “Dallas?”
I chuckle. “Who else would be calling you from my phone?”
“Haha. Why are you calling?”
“I’m outside. Come down and let me in.”
She gasps. “Why are you here so early?”
“Open the door, baby,” I order.
She sighs, and the call ends. Two minutes later, she lets me in. Her brow is furrowed. “What are you doing here?” she asks again.
I lock the deadbolt behind me and plaster her to the door behind her, the one that leads into the library. I cup her face and kiss her because I can’t stand to go another second without tasting her.
I love how she melts against me and sets her hands on my hips. I love it even more when she slides them to my pockets and eases her fingers between the denim.
When I finally release her, she’s off-kilter, just the way I want her. I take her hand and lead her upstairs, shutting that door, too, before I flatten her to the surface.
I cup her face and meet her wide-eyed gaze. “Did you disobey me, baby?”
Her cheeks turn dark pink, and she bites her lip.
“Did you finger your pretty pussy as soon as I left last night?”
She releases her lip, never looking away. “Yes, and again after I ate dinner. And again this morning.”
I’m actually surprised by her candor. “What did I say would happen if you touched yourself?”
“You said you would spank me.”
“Is that what you want, baby? Were you thinking about how it would feel for me to spank your naughty bottom while you were fingering yourself?”
She shakes her head. Her curls are still down and damp. She hasn’t put her hair up in its usual bun yet. She’s dressed in her matronly uniform, though. The only thing missing is her pumps. She even has those oddly sexy pantyhose on.
“Tsk tsk. If you weren’t thinking about me spanking you, what were you thinking about?”
She swallows. “There’s no chance I’m going to tell you that.”
I smirk. I’ll let that slide for now. I’ll pull it out of her later. Right now, I have twenty-five minutes to punish my naughty girl before she has to be at her desk. I take her hand and lead her to the sofa. I want her over my knee for this.
“Dallas…” she whimpers. “I don’t know about this.”
“I think you do. I think you knew this would happen. You didn’t even bother to lie to me. You’re curious. And we’re going to put that curiosity to rest right now.”
I sit in the middle of the couch and guide her to one side before I push her skirt up to her hips. When I tuck my fingers into the top of her pantyhose and lower them over her hips, her breath hitches.
She grabs my shoulder. “Dallas…”
“I will always spank your bare bottom, baby. I need to see my work so I’m sure your skin is bright pink but not too red.” I hook into the top of her lace panties and drag both down to her midthigh.
Without giving her time to think, I lower her over my lap, trap both her hands at the small of her back, and tuck her skirt under her palms.
She squirms. “Dallas…” she says breathlessly for the third time.
I palm her bottom, staring at her perfect skin for the first of what will be thousands of times. Fuck, her ass is perfect. Soft and round.
I know she’s embarrassed. I haven’t seen this much of her before. But I will see every inch of her soon. Today, if I have my way. “I’ll start slowly and build up,” I warn her before I land the first slap against her gorgeous ass.
She flinches, but a soft moan escapes her mouth. It makes my cock instantly hard.
I swat her three more times before rubbing her skin. “How does that feel, baby?”
“Unnecessary.”
I chuckle. “Guess you should have thought of that before you touched my pussy without permission.”
She shivers delightfully.
I continue spanking her, harder this time, switching back and forth between both cheeks until her skin is hot and pink. I don’t pause because my girl is so into this that she has lifted her ass up to meet my barrage of slaps.
I increase the intensity again when she starts audibly moaning, and I stop when her bottom is the sexiest shade of red I’ve ever seen. My cock is also the hardest it’s ever been.
I can’t believe I was ever married to that bitch who used me, cheated on me, and took me to the cleaners. That was not love. What I feel for Arianna is in another stratosphere.
I let her bottom tingle for several seconds before finally rubbing it.
She writhes on my thighs. “Oh God…”
I smirk. “Will you be touching my pussy again without permission?”
She nods. “Every time you leave the room.”
I laugh so hard that her body shakes on my lap. Fuck, I love her spunk. “I bet you need to come again pretty badly, huh?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
I release her hands, grab her by the hips, and stand her between my legs, keeping hold of her to steady her.
She sways hard to one side and then the other before grabbing my shoulders. “You’re going to leave me like this ?” she asks incredulously.
“Absolutely. Naughty, disobedient girls do not get to come after a spanking. If you want me to finger your pussy after I swat your bottom, you can ask me to spank you when you’re not in trouble for misbehaving.”
She bites into her lower lip hard, staring at me.
I reach under her skirt to pull her panties and hose the rest of the way down her legs. “Step out,” I command.
She whimpers, “What are you doing?”
“You can spend the morning with a bare bottom under your skirt.”
She gasps. “I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can.”
“I’ve never gone to work without pantyhose.”
“Today will be a first, then.” I reach under her polyester skirt and pat her naked butt. It’s hot to the touch. She’s not going to sit on the stool she keeps behind the desk this morning.
When I hold up her panties and tangled hose, she tries to snatch them from me. I jerk them out of her reach, pluck her panties free of the hose, and bring them to my nose to inhale her scent.
Arianna gasps. “You did not just sniff my underwear.”
“Oh, I did.” I tuck them in the front pocket of my jeans. I wad up her pantyhose and stick them in my other pocket.
She puts her hands on her hips. “What the hell, Dallas?”
“I think I’ll use these to tie you up one of these days.”
Her sexy cheeks pinken again. “Tie me up?” Her voice rises an octave.
“Yep. You don’t even have to misbehave to get tied to our bed. I’ll do that for your pleasure as often as I want.”
My girl rubs her temples. “Dallas, this is moving too fast. I can’t think.” She reaches back to rub her ass. “And how am I supposed to work when my butt is on fire?”
I reach under her skirt and squeeze one of her cheeks, making her yelp and arch toward me. “You’ll manage, and if you don’t want your ass to burn like this again tomorrow, maybe don’t disobey me tonight.”
She sighs before squirming out of my grasp. “I need to get downstairs and open the library,” she grumbles, still wincing.
I’m going to love watching my girl squirm all day. It’s going to be the highlight of my week.