Chapter 9
M ark was ominously quiet for the rest of the drive to his place, and Jenna wondered for the hundredth time since she’d met him what exactly she’d gotten herself into.
She knew from his little speech that he was going to “deal with her behavior.” Was he going to spank her again? Or… punish her with his cock again? Her pussy clenched at the thought, and without meaning to she let out a small whine.
Mark lifted his eyebrows when he heard it, but otherwise kept his eyes on the road.
The worst part of this whole thing was that whatever he chose to do with her, she had already agreed to it. She had chosen to go home with him so that he could “deal with her” instead of being dropped off at her apartment. She had even called him ‘sir’.
What was wrong with her?
By the time they’d pulled into the underground garage, Jenna had worked herself up all over again. So much so that when Mark walked around to her side and opened the door for her, offering his hand, she completely froze.
“Come on out,” he said gently. He could probably feel the anxiety radiating off of her.
Jenna shook her head.
“I know you’re nervous, babygirl,” he said, his hand still extended as if he expected her to take it.
That was it? No offer to ease her nervousness by, say… not doing whatever it was he had planned?
Her throat was dry as she spoke. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to give you what you’ve needed for a while. Now, are you going to come out of the car like a good girl, or am I going to have to carry you?”
Jenna swallowed hard as a sudden realization hit her.
This wasn’t going to be like the first time Mark had given her a playful spanking, or like the second time when he had given her a fucking after she’d asked for one.
He had been dominant with her during those, of course, but she had ultimately been the one in control.
She could have walked out or ended things at any time.
He had given her that freedom until now, and what had she done with it? Used it to ghost him and sulk and feel conflicted and send him all sorts of mixed messages.
This time, he clearly wasn’t giving her a choice.
Well, except apparently whether to go with him willingly to receive her punishment or have him throw her over his shoulder like a caveman.
Since there was a small public lobby they would have to walk through before reaching his private elevator, she decided to choose the “good girl” option—a term her mind labeled as something she should find condescending, but which instead only seemed to grow the wet spot she already felt on her panties.
Taking his hand, she let him lead her inside.
The elevator seemed to move at a snail’s pace, and Jenna shuffled her feet. She really wished she had at least brushed her hair this morning, and she couldn’t even remember what panties she was wearing. Nothing sexy though, she was sure of that.
As soon as they were inside, Mark pointed to the living room. “Go wait for me by the couch, hands on your head.”
His voice was much sterner than she’d heard from him before, and her feet seemed to obey before her mind could even process what he’d said.
Walking into the living room, she stood in front of the sectional, her eyes falling to the cushions she had stared at last time as she was bent over for her fucking.
Mark wasn’t far behind, and he raised a single eyebrow as he approached.
She looked at him, confused for a moment, before remembering his instructions and placing both of her hands on top of her head.
His look softened, and he stopped when he was standing a few feet away from her, letting his eyes roam up and down her body.
She didn’t like this position, she decided. It made her feel too vulnerable, like she couldn’t cover anything. She made her opinion clear by giving a small stamp of one of her feet, and Mark raised his eyes to hers with a look of mild amusement.
“You’re going to take off your clothes for me, Jenna, one piece at a time. Then I’m going to inspect every part of your body thoroughly to make sure you’re not injured from your accident.”
“I’m not, I told you. I’m fine!” Jenna protested.
Striding over to her, Mark wound his arm tightly around her waist, holding her still as his right hand came down hard twice in the middle of her bottom.
“Ow!” Jenna yelped, her hands flying down to cover her backside.
“Hands on your head,” he barked, and Jenna whimpered as she obeyed.
“You’re going to learn to listen to me the first time, little girl, or this lesson is going to be much more difficult for you. Now, strip. Pants first.”
Jenna kicked off her shoes, then reached down with quivering fingers to undo the drawstring of her fuzzy, plaid pajama bottoms. She pushed them down over her hips and let them drop to her feet, taking a moment to note which panties she had on underneath.
They were plain black cotton. Definitely not sexy, but it could be worse.
Mark knelt in front of her and ran his hands from the top of her left leg down to her ankle, squeezing every few inches, as if feeling for anything broken. Then he did the same to her right leg.
Jenna blushed, trying to remember if she’d shaved her legs in the shower the night before. She was pretty sure she had at least run a razor over them quickly at least…
In any case, Mark was now squeezing all the way down each foot in a methodical manner. She couldn’t hold in a small giggle when his fingers brushed a ticklish spot between her toes.
Apparently satisfied with the state of her legs and feet, he stood back up. “Shirt next.”
Fuck.
She wasn’t wearing a bra under her tank top. She never wore one to bed.
He was probably well aware of this, since her nipples were pebbling through the thin white fabric, but that didn’t make her face any less hot as she reached down to tug the garment up over her head and toss it on the floor in a pile with her pants and shoes.
Mark stood there looking at her bare breasts for a long moment, and Jenna reluctantly put her hands back on her head, mostly to prevent herself from using them to cover her stiff nipples.
Those smacks on her ass had hurt, and she didn’t want more so soon.
After what had to be several minutes, he placed his warm, calloused hands on her shoulders, lowering her arms before squeezing down the length of her left one all the way to the tips of her fingers before repeating the process with her right arm.
Then he moved in front of her and put one hand on her lower back to steady her, placing his other on her stomach right below her bellybutton and palpating around.
She could feel his warm breath on her neck as his hand moved closer to her chest, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin as he gently cupped first her left breast, then her right.
She gasped as his fingers took hold of her right nipple, squeezing firmly, though not quite hard enough to hurt. He did the same to her left nipple.
“Any pain?” he asked. His voice was clinical enough to maintain the polite fiction that this exam was necessary, but far too husky to hide the fact that he was getting tired of pretending…
“Uh… no,” Jenna answered shakily.
“Good,” Mark said, stepping back a few feet away from her. “Go ahead and take off your panties, then.”
Suddenly the thought of baring herself completely, especially when she was sure there was a very large wet spot on her panties, became too much to bear.
“Mark, please,” Jenna tried. “Can’t I just leave those on?”
He closed the distance between them in two large steps, and Jenna shrieked this time before he even touched her, backing away quickly. He caught her by her upper arm, holding her firmly while he gave her four hard spanks on her pantied bottom. She yelped, dancing from foot to foot.
He didn’t scold her this time, he just stepped back and waited for her to obey.
She felt her lip stick out in a theatrical pout as she dragged her panties down to her ankles, slowly at first and then faster as she realized that prolonging the process was only making it more humiliating. Stepping out of them, she was about to kick them aside when Mark interrupted her.
“Hand them to me.”
Jenna blinked at him for a moment, wondering if she’d heard him correctly, but sure enough he was holding out his hand, waiting for her to give him her surely soaked panties.
Blushing brightly, she bent down and picked up the small piece of black fabric and handed it to him. She watched in horror as he turned them inside out, looking directly at the gusset. “The nice thing about black panties is that you can see a naughty girl’s arousal very, very clearly,” he mused.
Oh God.
He held them up in front of her, and she instinctively closed her eyes tightly, as if she could make the embarrassment disappear. She heard Mark chuckle.
“That’s alright, young lady. You’ll have plenty of chances to see them when they’re in front of your nose as you’re getting your spanking.”
Jenna’s eyes shot open. “My spanking? You just spanked me!”
“Those few were extra, for being disobedient,” Mark said. “You still have a real spanking coming for driving distracted and putting yourself in danger.”
“But—” was all Jenna had time to say before Mark had her by the upper arm once more.
Leading her over to the couch, he sat down and toppled her over his lap. He placed his leg over both of hers, pinning her in position before setting her wet panties in front of her face on the couch.
“If those panties don’t stay right there, you’ll be fetching a wooden spoon from the kitchen,” he threatened, just as Jenna was about to chuck the evidence of her shame on the ground.
“Now,” he told her, rubbing his hand briskly over her bare bottom. “Tell me why you’re about to be spanked.”
Jenna really wanted to tell him exactly where he could shove that demand, but she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere. So she told him what she knew he wanted to hear.