by Jenny Plumb
“I am not a spoilt brat!” Virginia insisted, appalled at his audacity. How dare he accuse her of that!
“You’re sure acting like one right now,” he scolded, as he sat down on her bed and pulled her down across his thigh. “And while you’re in here getting your backside whacked, they’re out there decorating the tree without you.”
“Let me up!” Virginia shrieked.
Shane just held her tighter. “You need a lesson in manners. And it looks like I’m the only person here who’s brave enough to give it to you.”
“Please Shane, don’t,” she whimpered. “Everyone will hear. I’ll be so embarrassed. You’ve already slapped my butt once in front of them, please don’t humiliate me any more.”
Shane scoffed. “They won’t even hear you,” he said. “Listen to them – giggling and laughing out there; they won’t hear a thing. And the only adults around are your Nan and Pop and they probably know what’s going on in here, anyway.”
“Please don’t,” she begged again, but it was futile. She felt Shane raise her skirt up and hold it on her back, exposing her lacy French knickers, part of a very expensive lingerie set she’d bought in Paris the month before.
She heard the smile in Shane’s voice as he fingered the edge, running his finger along the frill on her thigh. “What scandalous knickers!” he scolded in mock outrage. “I was going to take your knickers off and spank you bare, but this little lace thing won’t give you much protection.” He chuckled, then she felt his body tense as he raised his arm.
Smack! Smack! Smack! His hand landed three times in quick succession, these whacks making the ones he’d given her in the aeroplane toilet seem tame.
“Ow,” Virginia moaned, certain flames were dancing on her bottom. She reached back a hand to rub out the sting, but Shane caught her wrist.
“Nuh-uh, no rubbing,” he insisted. “You will wear that fire on your ass while you decorate the tree. The burning might remind you to be nice.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
Shane frowned. He’d hoped the little spanking he’d given her earlier would have been enough to remind Virginia to be nice, but it didn’t appear that it was. True, she did let the others help with decorating the tree, and she appeared to be genuinely enjoying their company, talking and laughing with extended family members, but there was an air about her that suggested she thought she was better than them. He didn’t like it. Virginia had the same beginnings as everyone else in this room – she was from a middle-class Kiwi family – but the last ten years she’d been pampered and spoiled.
She asked people to get her drinks and things from her room. She fully expected to be waited on, and didn’t get anything for herself at all. She had no qualms about asking him, or someone else, to do or get things for her, and she expected them to get it right away, no matter what else they happened to be doing at the time.
At lunchtime, she neither helped prepare the meal nor clean up after it; she didn’t even take her plate from the table into the kitchen.
“Pick up your plate,” he told her. “Take it into the kitchen. Don’t just leave it there for someone else to sort out for you, it’s rude!” he scolded.
She glared at him. “I’m not used to doing stuff like that,” she protested. “We have people to do that for us at home.” She waved her hand dismissively and flounced off outside, to lie by the pool.
The rest of her family, most of whom were in the kitchen cleaning up, shot her a disgusted look. Shane didn’t blame them. He’d looked after plenty of celebrities before, but he’d never met one so young with such an entitled attitude.
He went out to the pool and took hold of her arm in a firm grip. “You’re coming with me,” he announced, forcibly pulling her to her feet. “You and me are going to have a chat.”
“Why?” She batted her eyelids at him, trying to appear all sweet and innocent, but he wasn’t fooled for a second. He’d witnessed the way she was treating her family; she was acting like she was better than them, and they were there to serve her.
Ignoring her question, he dragged her inside and up the hallway. From the look on her face it was clear that she’d guessed his intention, and she started to struggle, but he kept her moving easily. He was used to manhandling people twice her size.
Entering the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind them and threw her bodily down onto her bed. Walking to the wardrobe, he pulled out a plastic coat hanger and whipped it through the air, smiling in satisfaction at the whooshing sound. It would work.
“Shane! Don’t you dare! Nan and Pop will kick you out! This is not part of the deal! It was one thing on the plane, but this….” Her voice trailed off in exasperation. “This is ridiculous! I am not a child! You have no right to do this!”
“I have every right to do this. Your brattyness is out of control! You’re acting like an entitled princess, treating everyone around you like something they traipsed in on their boots.”
He sat down on the bed and hauled her across his lap, baring her backside in one swift move. She didn’t react. Was she frightened? Or did she know she deserved what was coming to her?
Holding her tightly, he grabbed the corner of the pillow at the head of the bed and dragged it down to her. “Here, smoosh your face into this, muffle your cries; unless you want everyone to hear you getting punished?”
Raising the coat hanger to shoulder height, he brought it down with a quick snap of his wrist, the plastic hanger landing with a barely audible whap leaving a pink curved welt in its wake. Virginia clenched her bottom and grunted into the pillow.
He swatted her again, leaving a matching welt on her other buttock. He glanced at the curved welts in approval; the little plastic hanger was surprisingly effective! It was very quiet on impact, but obviously imparted a sharp sting, if Virginia’s writhing was any indication.
Pinning her legs beneath his, he found his rhythm, swatting hard and fast on alternate cheeks, spreading the swats out, covering her bottom in little pink curves. She wriggled and writhed beneath his punishing hand, but she couldn’t escape. Her shoulders shook and she whimpered into the pillow. It was clear she’d just about had enough.
Shane ran his fingers over her bottom, across the welts the hanger had left. Even the light touch of his fingertips seemed to hurt her; she flinched.
“Are you going to be a good girl now, and treat others with respect?” He tapped the hanger against her bottom gently.
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
He nodded in approval, satisfied with her answer. She’d obviously learned her lesson – her tone suggested she was very contrite, and her meek voice sounded genuine.
“Good. Up on your knees now, on the bed.” He waited while she moved off his lap and into position onto the bed, noticing the tears streaming down her face. “I’m going to punish your tight bottom hole now, and smack that tender skin in between your butt cheeks.”
She reared back, preparing to stand up, but he caught her shoulders and pushed her back down. “I know its humiliating; that’s the point. How do you think your cousins felt when you shamed them by acting like you were better than them and expecting them to wait on you hand and foot?”
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. But please don’t do this. It will hurt,” she sobbed. But she’d stopped fighting him; she seemed almost resigned to her fate.
“It will,” he agreed. “I intend for it to hurt. You are not allowed to ruin everyone else’s Christmas. Maybe if I hurt your bottom enough you will remember that.” He patted her bottom with his hand, feeling the heat radiating off it. He almost felt sorry for her; he knew she would be sore. But he wanted to punish her thoroughly now, so he wouldn’t have to do it again. “Put your face in the mattress. Arch your back, spread your legs. Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks as far apart as you can, and keep your fingers out of the way.”
She fumbled clumsily as she moved into the position he’d ordered, and he saw her flinch when her fingers dug into her welted skin
, pulling her cheeks apart.
Carefully taking aim, he pulled back the tip of the coat hanger with one finger, bending the flexible plastic backwards, then he let go; it flicked forward, landing with a snap directly on her tight rosebud, just as he’d planned.
“Mmmph!” she screamed into the pillow. Shaking, she cried softly, but she remained in position, holding her cheeks apart, just as he’d told her to.
Aiming carefully again, he pulled back the tip of the coat hanger, this time letting it go so the length of it landed along the inside of her bottom cheek. Quickly, he landed another strike in the same place on the other side, satisfied with the raised pink welts that sprang up down the length of the tender skin. She would definitely feel that for a little while.
Although Virginia still remained in position it was clear she was struggling. She was trembling, and sobbing into the pillow.
“One more hard one, directly on your hole, and we’ll be done,” he told her, positioning his hands directly behind her bottom. He pulled the coat hanger right back this time as far as it would go, and when he let it go he flicked his wrist at the same time, so the curved tip of the hanger landed with quite a lot of force directly on her tight hole which puckered on impact then released, contracting several times while Virginia squirmed in pain.
He threw the hanger down onto the bed beside her and helped her up, seating her carefully on his lap, mindful of her sore bottom. He cradled her as she sobbed against his chest, a pitiful, broken woman.
“Shh, shh, it’s all over now,” he crooned, comforting her. She was unused to being punished, and he’d punished her hard. She would need a lot of comfort now.
Virginia couldn’t stop crying. They weren’t just tears of pain, although she was in a lot of pain; they were tears of humiliation and guilt. She’d deserved that spanking, she admitted to herself. She’d deserved all of it. Even the ones inside her butt crack that burned terribly now.
She couldn’t believe a little coat hanger could hurt so much! She’d almost laughed when Shane had waved it at her and announced he was going to spank her with it because it was virtually silent so nobody would overhear her punishment. She’d been relieved that he’d been intending to use it, and thinking she’d gotten off lightly – she already knew how much burn his hand could inflict. So she’d been completely unprepared when the hanger exploded across her bottom, the bite of the plastic a vicious sting that had almost made her scream out loud. She’d pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her cries as the hanger rained down again and again on her bare bottom and although she’d fought desperately to escape the fiery blows, Shane had held her firmly in place.
“I’m such a bitch,” she cried, desperately upset at the realisation. “I don’t mean to be, though. I really don’t.”
Shane brushed the hair back off her forehead in a tender gesture and squeezed her tight against him. “You’re going to be nice now though, right? Look, your family knows this is a big transition for you. They’ll forgive you, I’m sure of it.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am.” He sounded so confident that it filled her with hope. “Just trust me.”
“I do.” And as she said the words, she knew them to be true. Right then, she realised how much he meant to her. This man whose lap she was sitting on, whose arms were around her, was one of the very few people she actually did trust. She tilted her head back so she could look at his face and as she did so her lips parted involuntarily as she noticed the passion smouldering in his eyes. She took a deep breath. Shane lowered his face to hers. And as she closed her eyes, lost in a daze, Shane’s lips brushed hers in the barest of kisses, then returned, harder this time, his rough lips crushing hers, bruising them, as passion ignited between them. She felt his hand slide up her back under her shirt, reaching around the side of her to brush the edge of her breast, his other hand caressed her face as their lips locked together. Electricity zinged between them and she couldn’t breathe.
Suddenly, he broke away from her, looking flustered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice ragged.
“I liked it,” she breathed.
“I took advantage of you.”
“No you didn’t,” she argued. “I just told you I liked it.”
Shane frowned. “I just walloped you – you’re vulnerable.”
“Will you stop trying to tell me how I’m feeling or what I am?” she snapped. “I’m not some inexperienced child you shouldn’t be seducing. I’m a grown woman. I’ve done plenty of kissing before, you know. I wanted you to kiss me. I’m glad you kissed me. I liked it.”
He smiled at her, passion making his dark eyes bright. “I’m glad.”
A tingle shot through her body at his words. Would he kiss her again? She waited.
He helped her to her feet. “Come on, fix your pants, we’d better get back out there before they wonder what’s happened to us.”
After arranging her clothing so she was decent again she took his outstretched hand and followed him down the hallway, back out to the living room where her family waited.
The shopping mall was packed. Christmas trees adorned with tinsel and flashing lights were set up every few metres and carols blared from the sound system. A queue of children gathered outside a white picket fence bordering Santa’s Grotto. Virginia nudged Shane. “You’d look pretty sexy in a Santa suit.” She winked.
“You think we should get me one?”
“Oh, for sure. Come on!” Taking his hand, she led the way, dragging him along to every store that looked like it might sell one. Eventually, they were in luck. Virginia couldn’t stop giggling as Shane made the purchase, thinking how cool it was that he was willing to dress up and be part of the fun.
They spent the next several hours dodging shoppers, choosing presents, and eating ice cream in a waffle cone. It was really starting to feel like Christmas.
They were just about to head home, laden with shopping bags, when Virginia heard a shout.
“OMG Virginia Stiles!” A teenage girl came running towards them, screeching with excitement. Virginia’s heart plummeted. Don’t let this be happening. She groaned. She’d quite enjoyed the past couple of days not being the centre of media attention. It only took a few seconds for them to be mobbed completely and she looked around in a panic. The group of teenagers surrounding them was loud. One of them reached for her bags, others had their phones out taking photos, one girl tried to hug her. Virginia edged closer to Shane as her heart thumped wildly. There didn’t look to be a way out. This doesn’t happen in Hollywood. She managed to appear inadvertently on lots of magazine covers, but she very rarely got mobbed.
She felt Shane’s hand on her back, gently steering her away from the group and she started to relax. Good – Shane would get her out of here. She kept close to him as he shielded her with his body, using his bulk to guide her quickly through the throng and into a nearby store, then out into their back room. The store manager let them out the back door and Shane hurried them through the carpark. By the time they reached the convertible, Virginia’s heart was racing. She’d been frightened, approached by so many screaming fans. She hadn’t been mobbed in a long time. In Hollywood, she was just one of many rich, famous faces. Here in this Auckland shopping mall, she was someone special, and it was a bit scary.
Once again, Shane had kept her safe.
As he navigated the Mercedes out of the plaza and onto the streets, he put his hand on her thigh. “You okay?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
She smiled at him. “I am now. Thank you.”
He winked. “Just doing my job.”
She rested her hand on top of his. “I’m glad you’re so good at your job.”
Chapter 5
Virginia was right – Shane did look sexy in a Santa suit. Watching him there, all dressed up, entertaining her cousins, was the perfect Christmas Eve.
She sat on the couch next to Nan, smiling as she watched the kids mingle around Shane dre
ssed up as Santa. The two older ones knew who he really was, but the younger three didn’t have a clue. She couldn’t help but smile proudly at the way he interacted with them, laughing with them as he handed out their presents. It was a good feeling, watching the kids rip off the decorated paper, squealing with excitement over the things she’d bought them. The shopping trip had been worth it; even the crazy fans had been worth it. Even better, she was enjoying herself so much more, being with her family, than she would have done at the fanciest Hollywood Christmas party. The only thing that she needed to make it perfect, was her father.
Slowly, the kids drifted away from Shane, and he beckoned her over.
“Have you been naughty or nice this year?” he asked her, winking cheekily at her from under his bushy white beard.
“Nice, of course!” she insisted indignantly.
Shane scratched his chin. “Hmm. I don’t think you have.” Running his hand up the inside of her thigh he reached up between her legs and pinched the underside of her bottom. “I think you’ve been quite a naughty girl, actually. Come and sit with me and tell me what naughty girls get,” he whispered huskily, pulling her down to sit on his lap.
She sat on his thigh, trailing her hand inside his red Santa shirt to run her fingers teasingly along his chest. She felt the muscles in his torso flex as she scraped her nails across his body, then she jumped as the hand that rested lightly against her back, steadying her, slid down and pinched her bottom again.
“So tell me, young lady – what do naughty girls get?”
She felt herself blush furiously at his words. Didn’t he care that there were people in the room with them? Embarrassed, she was tongue-tied, unable to answer.
He swatted her bottom lightly, using just his fingers, reminding her. As laughter erupted around the room, she giggled nervously. They know! She cringed. Somehow, the realisation that her family knew that Shane spanked her was worse than the actual spanking itself.