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“Get away from me!” I snapped, pushing at his chest. He barely moved. It was like trying to push through a brick wall, completely and utterly useless.
Fuck. This wasn’t good.
Maxim wrapped his hand around my wrists and drew my hands away from his chest. Holding them both in one of his, he used the other to tip my chin back and force me to look at him.
His presence surrounded me, and I breathed in deep, the scent of his cologne taking me by storm. It started with a crisp burst of bergamot and a touch of spicy black pepper. Subtle hints of cedarwood, amber, and vanilla followed, crafting a scent of understated luxury and powerful temptation.
For a moment he just stared into my eyes, and I stared back into his. In a rather unexpected development, my core started to pulse with heat, and I swallowed hard, trying to quell whatever this was and having very little success.
This whole situation was spiraling out of control. I needed to get a handle on it and fast.
“Please, just let me go,” I whispered, hoping he’d show me some sort of mercy.
“No, little girl,” he answered, his tone brokering no room for argument. “You’re going over my knee and getting a spanking, malyshka. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he warned.
“Go to hell,” I retorted.
With a heavy sigh, he pulled me forward by my wrists. I wriggled my body and tried to throw myself away from him, but his strength was no match for me. In a frighteningly quick amount of time, he spun me around and forced me over his knee.
Oh, fuck.
This was really happening.
“No! Get off me!”
“Not a chance,” he countered, his voice stern as he trapped me under the weight of his arm.
My legs kicked out and flailed wildly, but it was no use. He simply tilted me forward and lifted his leg over the backs of mine, effectively pinning me in place. I tried to kick away from him, but I only succeeded in just barely drumming my toes against the floor.
It finally occurred to me how fucked I was.
Not only was I over Maxim’s knee, but I was wearing a skirt. Underneath my far too short skirt, I had on a cheeky pair of panties that left much of my ass bare. I wasn’t wearing any tights either, which meant that the cool air kissed the backs of my bare thighs and there was nothing I could do to cover them.
My panic surged anew.
This wasn’t an ‘I didn’t study for a test’ or ‘I forgot to do my homework’ kind of panic. This was ‘I was a naughty girl about to get the first spanking of my life’ kind of panic.
This was a real kind of panic I’d never felt before.
My stomach was tied up in knots and my heart felt like it had leapt into my throat. I writhed and bucked and twisted on Maxim’s lap, trying anything and everything to get him to release his iron-tight hold on me, but nothing worked.
I was thoroughly trapped, and all my efforts had done was make my skirt ride up just enough to expose the lower curves of my ass.
Shame billowed up from the tips of my toes and I chewed the inside of my cheek. In a rush, I reached back to pull my skirt back down, but he just wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pinned it at the small of my back.
The fingertips of his other hand brushed against the backs of my thighs and my breath rushed out of my lungs in a loud whoosh.
“No! No, please! I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t spank me,” I begged, but he just shook his head.
“You had every opportunity to do as you were told, malyshka, but now it’s time for you to accept the consequences of your actions,” he scolded, and I’d never felt littler and more vulnerable than I was feeling in that moment.
But then his fingers edged up further until they brushed against the hem of my skirt and my eyebrows practically catapulted to my hairline with shock.
“You can’t!” I exclaimed.
He could.
Without a word, he slowly lifted my skirt. With every inch of my ass that he exposed, my face burned brighter and hotter until I was certain I would combust into a thousand pieces. When he had finally raised it to the small of my back, I wanted to shrivel up and disappear.
