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He cupped her chin and lifted it. “You are getting a serious spanking, little girl.”
She flushed even more. “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, wishing he’d let go of her chin so she could hide her embarrassment. He held her eye long enough to make it clear her humiliation was registered and perhaps even owed.
“Pull down your pants and bend over the bed,” he ordered.
She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to mid-thigh. He hadn’t specified her panties, so she left them on, bending over with the lacy lingerie still intact. She should have known better because in a moment it was yanked up into her cleft and the hard wood of the paddle cracked down on her bared cheeks. She gasped at the sensation. He’d been right--wood was completely unforgiving. Not at all like the surface sting of his belt. This was a deeper pain, a shock of force that connected with her sit bones and lifted her to her toes.
He smacked her again and again, not giving her time to catch her breath or recover before the next swat landed. The long plank of wood was able to hit both cheeks at the same time, seeming to double the pain. She jerked and jumped, but his hold of her panties prevented her from listing to the side. After ten solid whacks, he paused, leaving her whimpering softly into the blankets, her legs trembling too much to hold her.
He yanked her panties down and leaned down, speaking low in her ear. “The next time I tell you to take your pants down, you pull down your panties, too, or you’ll be wearing them up round your ears for the rest of the day, capisce?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
It was funny when he turned tough, more of the Sicilian came out. Her sex pulsed in response to his gruff admonishments.
“You don’t ever,” he began spanking again, “ever,” another whack, “threaten a member of the Family with a gun.”
She hadn’t exactly threatened Pauly, but she wasn’t going to argue. She understood what he meant.
He continued paddling and lecturing. “And Never. Ever. Make choices that endanger both of our lives.”
That gave her a sharp pang of guilt. She hadn’t thought about how she’d endangered his life as well.
“Capito!” she gasped.
She heard the rustle of his movements behind her, but didn’t dare move from her prostrated position to see what he was doing. When she heard the squirt of a bottle and felt a cold moisture trickle down her crack, it became clear. The cold metal of the stainless steel butt plug she’d purchased pressed against her back hole.
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Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?
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