Chapter 7 #3
“Are you going to lie to me again, angel?”
“I don’t think so,” Maggie answered, trying to be honest at long last.
Crack.
“I’ll try not to, really, really try,” she panted.
Crack.
“No! No, never lie to you again. Nope, won’t happen. Please, Nick, I’m truly sorry,” she begged, getting more frantic by the second.
“Okay, sweetheart, let’s finish this up,” he told her, beginning to spank her upper thighs firmly.
“SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! Are you kidding me?” she shouted, fighting for all she was worth to get away.
Nick merely pulled her more securely against him and began spanking with ever increasing fervor, making sure he reddened her thighs and then concentrating on the bottom of her cheeks. Much as he loved her, he needed to let her know that her behavior would not be tolerated.
Maggie was sobbing over his lap by the time the last smack fell, no longer even attempting to get away.
Nick let her cry for a few minutes, gently rubbing her back and whispering endearments.
When he felt sufficient time had passed, he pulled her up and planted her firmly on his lap, cuddling her against his chest as she hissed with pain.
“It’s alright, darlin’,” he soothed, sliding his hand gently along her hip, careful not to touch her hot bottom.
Nick continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as he wiped the tears away, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, and finally her mouth.
Maggie’s lips quivered under his, and his heart stopped until she began to respond, her hand sliding into his hair as she surrendered yet again.
When she finally broke the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder, he rocked her in his arms, thanking his lucky stars.
When Maggie finally began to get up, Nick stood and let her slide gently to her feet. Beyond embarrassment, she didn’t even try to cover the lower half of her body as she slowly made her way to the stairs.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she told him, sniffling sadly.
Nick hid his grin. No way was she going to make him apologize. She earned every hard lick.
“Okay, sweetie, take your time.”
Upstairs, Maggie surveyed the damage in her cheval mirror. Damn, her butt was red, but she was truly surprised to find no bruises. The way it felt she was sure there’d be welts, but there were none. She found it hard to believe something that hurt that bad did no permanent damage.
Grabbing the aloe from her bathroom she very, very gently smoothed it over her skin, feeling instant relief.
From her closet she took out her fullest long, gauzy skirt and slipped it on along with a pair of sandals and a tank top.
No way was she putting on panties; the heat was just too uncomfortable.
She fixed her hair, used eye drops to get rid of the red, and added enough makeup to hopefully conceal the fact that she’d spent the last half hour sobbing like a baby.
Damn, that man had a hand big as a paddle.
She’d have to be real careful not to find herself in the same position again.
Maggie got a mint green hoodie to match her outfit and snagged her softest bed pillow before heading downstairs.
Nick was waiting impatiently, hoping the fireworks were over for the night.
He had poured them each a glass of wine and watched, mesmerized, as she picked hers up and drained the entire glass without coming up for air.
Dabbing daintily at her lips with a tissue, she then slipped into her hoodie, and walked up to him.
Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him down to her height and planted a kiss on him that took his breath away.
“Take me to the Police Station,” she demanded as soon as the kiss ended. Picking up her purse and pillow, she swept out the door.
Maggie was trying to climb into the truck by the time he caught up with her and having a hell of a time. He put the pillow on her seat and scooped her up in his arms intending to set her gently on her bottom. Catching a whiff of her scent, he held her in his arms until she looked up into his eyes.
The raised eyebrow caused her heart to skip a beat, and his blue eyes blazed into hers.
“Next time, no aloe and no pillow unless I say so,” he scolded, setting her down on the pillow a little more firmly than necessary.
“It hurts,” she shot back, rubbing where she could reach as he climbed into his side of the truck.
“It’s supposed to, and no rubbing either.”
Maggie stopped rubbing, and he could have sworn he heard her growl. Nick smiled and started the truck, backing out onto the street.
“Who was that parked outside when I pulled up? He left in a pretty big hurry.”
Maggie put her head in her hand and took a deep breath.
“It would be better if we waited until we get to the station,” she replied evasively.
Hopefully, she would get to speak with an officer alone.
She planned on involving Nick on a strictly need to know basis, if at all possible.
She couldn’t conceive of another spanking in the near future, and the less he knew the better.