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“Then you know what to do.”
I had spent so many years dying to know what had happened between my parents, why my father had willingly turned his back on me. Maddox was offering me a window into the past. All I had to do to look through it was grant him a taste of the present.
“Just one kiss.” I slid my panties down to mid-thigh and raised my dress. He smiled, placing both hands on my hips. My inner muscles fluttered, a shiver borne from desire and fear.
He planted the whisper of a kiss, soft as a secret, on the cleft between my legs. From there, ripples of arousal flowed outward like a stone tossed into a pool.
A sigh fell from my lips.
“Just as I thought,” he said. “Pretty as a peach.” He licked and sucked my sensitive flesh, then teased his tongue through the seam.
I gasped, my breath catching in my chest.
“You didn’t say it would be a French kiss,” I said.
“I don’t recall specifying what kind of kiss it would or wouldn’t be.”
Maddox tongued my clit so skillfully I barely noticed him sliding my panties down further. I felt his fingers graze my inner thighs, inching toward my center. But they didn’t complete the trip.
In a matter of seconds, Maddox bent me over his knee, face-down, with my upper body resting on the futon.
“What are you doing?” My head swam from the sudden shift in tone, not to mention position.
“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Paige. Drinking too much and running your mouth, drawing way too much attention to yourself.”
He pulled my dress up, exposing my bare ass. I felt the bulge of his erection through his slacks as I tried in vain to free myself.
“If your daddy was here, I’d make him punish you himself. But since he’s preoccupied, you’ll just have to settle for Uncle Maddox.”
The first slap was a shock to the senses, like a shot into the sky or the crash of a gavel. It hurt. It burned. It stopped my thoughts in their tracks.
My father occasionally spanked me during sex, but this felt different. There was a formality to it that made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Maddox hit me again on the opposite cheek, then again. He spanked me twelve times in total, six firm smacks on each cheek.
Tears flowed freely down my face, not from the pain, but from release. I couldn’t believe how easily this man had disarmed me, or the speed with which he’d reduced me to a sad, sorry little girl. The pain simplified me. I was no longer a raging storm bent on destruction. I was just a brat in desperate need of Daddy’s discipline.
How could a stranger have known that a spanking was all it would take to calm me down?
“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” He caressed my tender skin.
I sniffled. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry for what?”
“Sorry for getting drunk and bragging about the painting, and for inviting you and Kristin without my dad’s permission.”
I let out a short sob. Maddox shushed me gently, his fingers gliding between my legs from behind. His touch was both sexual and not, the way a spanking could be either sexual or not depending on the circumstance.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you? But that’s all right. You just relax and ask your questions. I’ll tell you what I know.”
My whole body trembled with anticipation. I nearly choked on the words, “Why did my dad abandon me?”
“He didn’t want to leave you, Paige. I can promise you that. Your mom found something that made her uneasy. Probably because of what’d happened to her. Hell, if she hadn’t threatened to go to the cops, he probably would’ve?—”
“That’s enough, Maddox,” my father said.
My heart leapt into my throat.
No, no, not now. I was so close.
