Page 13 of Bronson

I want to take that tender flesh between my own teeth.

Her lips are the color of roses.

I want to know what she tastes like.

Instead of kissing her, I grab her arm.

I move to the armless chair before me. The one I keep in front of my desk for visitors. I sit down, pulling her over my lap. I’m quite comfortable.

She cries out in surprise. I pull her full hips directly over the tops of my thighs. Her short legs dangle over the edge of mine, her small feet kick in protest.

“No kicking.” I give her a sharp swat on the top of her thigh—it’s the spot that brings the quickest obedience.

“Ow!” she cries. Her feet freeze.

She grabs at the legs of the chair, her head hangs over my lap. I turn my hips to accommodate her. Her upper body hangs.

I find it’s best to waste no time when punishing an errant woman. I pull my hand back, high in the air and bring it down with a satisfying smack. A gratifying sting spreads across my palm as it lands on her jiggling ass.

“Yikes! That hurt!”

She sounds surprised.

“First spanking, I see.” I bring my hand down equally as hard on her other cheek.

This time instead of crying out, she sucks her breath in between her teeth.

“No wonder you don’t find it necessary to follow rules.” Her hipbones press into my thighs. My hand comes down again, right, then left, then right, then left.

Her hips wiggle as she whimpers.

“You’ve gotten away with it up till now, but you chose the wrong man to steal from, didn’t you?”

She snaps, “Only because you caught me—ow! Ow!”

I give her five solid swats, as sharp as her tongue. And two thigh smacks for good measure. “Are you learning your lesson? There are consequences for stealing.”

Her hips wiggle in pain, but she refuses to cry out. Her crotch presses against my cock in the most pleasant way. She refuses to answer me. Anger and frustration radiate from her.

I can see we aren’t getting anywhere. I sigh as if I’m put out, but I’m glad she’s a feisty one and more drastic measures will have to be taken. “Suit yourself. Lessons are best learned on the bare.”

Her wiggling stops. Her muscles tense. She turns, trying to get a look at me over her shoulder. Panic flashes in her eyes. “On the bare… what?”

“Bottom, of course. Unless you have another area you’d prefer to be spanked.” I reach my fingers beneath her elastic-waisted pants, easily pulling them down and exposing her panties.

Pink panties. Full cut, covering most of her beautiful ass. The sight of those panties takes away all my control. I reach my hand out, smoothing it over the curves of her lightly covered bottom. A soft sigh escapes her.

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I’ll bet if I ran my finger between your legs, I would find that your panties were damp. Wouldn’t I?”

Terribly unprofessional of me.

But my God, that ass.

She says nothing but a shiver runs down her spine.

I give her bottom a sharp slap. “I asked you a question, little girl.”

No answer.