Page 68 of Under His Control

Oh my god.

It’s never been done to me, but with punishment on the menu for tonight, there’s no question what he intends to do. That’s the main purpose for a position like that.

“Are you… are you going to spank me?” My voice pitches higher on the last two words.

“Yes.”

No smiles on his lips or amusement in his eyes.

This man is dead serious.

“But… Liz!” I dart an anxious glance at the front door. “She’ll be back any second!”

“The only place open at this hour that sells smokes is the convenience store ten minutes away. She’ll probably have one first before she heads back. We have plenty of time for an impactful lesson.”

As always, whenever Jacob reveals one of his unpleasant surprises, reluctance is thicker than the blood in my body, making it harder to move.

I should’ve known my punishment would be something humiliating. It’s always Jacob’s first choice.

I stare at his legs in his dark grey drawstring pants, raise my gaze past his beige shirt, and meet his expectant stare.

Just get it over with.

Awkwardly, I crawl over his lap, letting my body sink fully on top of him. He hooks his arms over me and adjusts me so that my hips lie directly over his lap.

Warmth creeps into my face when I feel a soft lump under my pelvis. I don’t have to guess what that is. At least he’s not hard.

“Lie flat,” he orders.

My arms are flat on the couch cushion, bracketing my head, and my breasts are squished under me. I turn my face to the side so I can breathe, and also so I can see Jacob’s face and what he’s doing out of the corner of my eye.

Although, I’ll soon be feeling it.

He looks at me. “Are you comfortable?”

“Not with what’s about to happen.”

“You’re embarrassed.”

“Very. I’m an adult. Adults don’t get spanked!”

He smiles. “Disobedient ones do.”

I scowl, then I stiffen when he gently slides his hand over my ass, blatantly caressing me.

“Are you going to try anything inappropriate?” I demand.

“I’m going to spank you ten times,” he says, not answering my question. “Three for leaving the house, another three for watching the TV without my permission, and three for protesting when I ordered you to lie across my legs.”

“I didn’t protest. I was just worried your sister—”

“You’re protesting right now.”

I let out a huff. “That’s nine spanks for three reasons. What’s the last one for?”

“I like even numbers.” He hooks his fingers into the back of my leggings. “I’m going to pull these down. Lift your hips.”

Reluctantly, I obey, my humiliation climbing with the descent of my leggings down my hips.