I expected Geoffrey to greet us, but Logan did. My heart stopped. He looked sexy as fuck. His honey-colored hair was slicked back with volume. Jeans and a charcoal Henley with a white t-shirt peeking out at the collar adorned his sculpted body, as did the scent of a wealthy sea god. And his face was stern, not showing even a hint of his usual playfulness and light.
He was on the phone, kind of barking. He tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, jerked up his sleeves to just below the elbow and waved us in. He took his cell in hand again and said, “Hold on,” to whomever he was talking to.
“Show her to the study, Addison,” he clipped. Hmph. That’s all I got? The only spoken words from him in days!
He returned to his phone call. My heart broke a little. Okay, a lot. I didn’t get a, “Hi,” or a wink. He was back to talking stock market crap or banking or something, so I was utterly lost on his stream of words to the caller but not his disregard of me.
“Whatever you say...Logan.” I glared at him, but he’d already turned his back on us. He could fucking talk to someone else on the phone but not me? What the hell! I seethed as I walked Shayna through the foyer and to the right. Following the 15' hall, we reached the study. It oozed manliness, smelling of pricey cigars, with a burgundy nail-head couch, a hound-chasing-a-fox picture behind it, a large mahogany desk and several leather accent chairs in jewel-tones. When we went in, I slammed the door and it rattled against the frame.
I loved the large arch widow with a garden view. It looked drab and gray out now, but it must be a spectacular site in spring. Though the house was far from the road, I wanted to ease her mind with some perceived privacy, so I dragged the large drape closed. I tested several wall switches until I found the one that turned on the rustic chandelier. “Are you nervous?” I stripped off my sweater because it wasn’t needed in the toasty room and draped it over the arm of the couch.
She nodded and wrung her hands together. “Mmm hmm. Very. He’s all...business.”
“Yeah, no shit.” I slouched in one of the accent chairs, crossed my arms and draped my leg over the armrest. She went to sit too, and I held up my hand to stop her. “Don’t. Just wait. He’ll tell you what he wants you to do.”
The clock ticked. She nibbled a nail. I watched flames wave in the fireplace. I itched to knock back a sip or two of the brandy or scotch that sat on a tray with some crystal glasses.
Shayna’s knees knocked and her breaths hitched at random when his footsteps, those damn clackity shoes, finally thumped down the hallway in our direction. She was staring at the door but quickly looked over her shoulder at me and cringed.
“It’ll be okay,” I mouthed.
She gasped and took a step back when Logan burst through the door like some maniac about to break a neck. Geez. She trembled so hard and clamped her legs together, making it look like she was about to pee at any moment.
He softened his gaze and held out his hand. “Sorry for the wait. Logan Thorndike. And you are?”
“Um, I’m, uh, Shayna.” She swept her hand through the strands of hair by her face, then shook his hand like a dead fish until he let go.
Even though she wasn’t that much shorter than me, she looked so small, quaking under his glare. “Do you have something to say to me, Shayna?”
She shuddered and crinkled her nose, wincing.
“Do you? I haven’t got all day.” His deep voice was like a clap of thunder.
Her breath splintered more, and she closed her eyes. Her shaking thrashed her so much, I thought she’d fall over. My stomach was wiggling just the same. “Yes. Um, I was one of the girls who chucked eggs at your house on Halloween, along with Addison. I wanted to, to uh, apologize to you, for trashing your home and for being stupid. I’m so sorry, Logan. Very sorry.” She looked down towards her shoes.
“And?”
She shrugged, shook her head, and shuffled her feet. “And, what?”
“Look up at me, right now.”
Her gaze shot up to him and her breaths started flying out double time. Ohmygosh. Was she a submissive too? Who else would be affected that way by an order? Maybe someone new in the military. Sure, she’s freaked because she’s about to get whacked, but still, I didn’t expect her to be so compliant and jumpy and eager to please. My mind buzzed that I could be right. Wouldn’t that just toss a wrench into her stance of purity? Not that she couldn’t wait for marriage to play it raunchy and wild, but she’ll probably be hard-pressed to find another kinky holy roller. Then again, that response could just be due to the fact that she thinks men have the right to rule the roost, and not necessarily because she’s a kinkster. Maybe she’s been groomed to submit or this is how her mom behaves with her dad.
“What else have you done? There’s clearly more on your mind.”
“There is.” I saw her lengthy gulp, and she rolled her lips in and pressed them together for two seconds. She rubbed her palms on her thighs. “Um, I, did bad things. I let people touch me at a party.”
“Touch you where?”
“On a bed in a mansion.”
He huffed in impatience and set his fingertips on his hips. “Where...on your body?”
She curled her lips into an O and blew air out like the wind and breathed in slowly through her nose. “Oh, um, all over, but especially, um, especially on and in my, huhhhh … my vagina.”
“Forget the niceties. I want you to say cunt.”
She gasped and rubbed her cheek. “Nooo. That’s just so crude and nasty.”
“Right. You kind of bumped yourself up to the crude class when you laid down for mystery probes, now, didn’t you?”
She nodded and sniffed. “Yes. I’m sorry for being bad and loose.”
“So, do be crude with me. We’re all adults here. Being treated like a two-bit hooker must’ve turned you on like you didn’t expect, huh? Why else would you feel so guilty and naughty? Did you get wet? Did that cunt drip like leaky faucet?”
She closed her eyes for two seconds and bobbed her red face. “Uh huh. Yes. My c-cunt dripped like never before. Oh, God.”
“Did you come, Shayna?”
She nodded again and dropped her chin. “Yes.”
He lifted it, index finger curled under, and tears spilled down her face. “Listen to me. You feel guilty because you comprised on your standards. You can certainly have fun in life, but never, ever offer more to anyone sexually than what you truly wish to give in the moment, especially not for bitches holding you in a guillotine. And the same goes for guys promising you the world just to get into your panties. Don’t let people take advantage of you … or force you to do anything you don’t really want to do.” He looked me in the eye at “force you” and my pussy caught on fire. His focus zoomed back to her. “And also, climaxes are special. Share them only with men, or women, who will appreciate the writhing of your treasure and the beauty in your moans. Orgasm should be as precious and guarded to you as access to your cunt. I can help you feel absolved today and less like a bad girl, but I want you to ask me for what you need to feel less guilty.” When she didn’t answer, his hand slid up and cupped her head around the ear. “Stop looking at the floor! Ask.”
She found his eyes again in a flash but remained silent.
“Are you just wasting my time here, or are you going to ask for what you know you deserve? You know you need to be punished. You’ve been naughty, and you feel like shit for it.”
“Yes, I do. It’s just so hard. And I’m scared. I don’t want to hurt.”
“Your soul is already hurt because you caved in both circumstances. Only some pain and tears will fix it.”
This wasn’t just a respect thing for her. I was more convinced than ever she held a deep-seated yearning to please. Logan was not any kind of authority figure to her, and yet, she was acting like he was. Because she elevated him to that spot. Above her. Just like I had. He was nothing to her. She could tell him to kiss her ass and bolt right out of here. But she was standing there shaking.
And it was pretty fascinating watching Logan go Dom on someone else. He projected hotness and prowess, making her quake in her wedges like that. He does that to me, with just a look in his eye or his voice. But how dare he treat her like me! She responded in kind, as any subbie would. She’s here to get spanked. That’s it. Not be dominated. That’s my treat! Mine. He’s supposed to be ordering me around and making me shake. Just me. And he didn’t even have the courtesy to call me after he fucked me so deliciously raw. I steamed and clenched my hands.
Shayna cringed, closing her eyes tightly and scrunching her face. “Um, I wish to pay up with God, you, and myself, so I can feel free and forgiven. Will you ... will you ssssp...aaank me please, Logan?”
“Most definitely. Are those the only grievances you wish to pay penance for?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Oh hell no! You can’t call him that. He’s mine. He didn’t have to be so goddamn domineering with her. He detected the sub in her and teased it out to kneel before him.
At the spoken title, Logan zipped his attention to me again, catching view of my grinding jaw.
I gave him the finger with a defined jerk in the air and mouthed, “Asshole.” I am yours. Just me.
His jaw dropped open, then snapped shut, and his eyes went volcanic. He. Was. Livid. And his diabolical glare swore my butt cheeks would be smokin’ by the time he was finished making me pay for that. My mouth went dry and a flaming boulder plunked into my gut and singed everything beneath it.
“You’re not the only naughty girl here, the only one deserving of a spanking,” he said steely. “Isn’t that right? Tell her what you did at Laugh Track, Addison, with her sitting right next to you.”
“No.” I shook my head and fired up off my seat. “No way. Screw you, Logan. That is my business.” My gaze volleyed between them.
Her eyebrows perked up, dammit. Of course they did. Her curiosity was spiked higher than ever.
“I was there too, and I saw it with my own two eyes. Shocking. I think your friend and roommate would feel so much better to know she’s not the only bad girl in the room. Tell her what you did.”
“Nooo,” I said through a clenched jaw. “I will not. Don’t make me.”
“You should be thankful I’m only asking you to tell her. Do it.”
My breaths were all huffs. “I, eerrr, I … fuck you, Logan.”
He had me mentally pinned in this wrestling match, and he was rather happy and satisfied about that, smirking like an evil imp, thumbs hooked into his back pockets.
“I left my panties in the bathroom, then walked around all free and open and fingered myself in the booth, okay? With you all sitting right next to me.”
“Oh my god! You did that? In public? With us there?”
“Yep. I ransacked my own damn cunt until I came because it’s so hot to sneak it in public, and I wiped the evidence on the seat.”
“Ohmygosh. That’s so disgusting. Why would you do that?”
“Because I’m bad, Shayna. And I like being bad. I just said I found it hot. It was so exhilarating.”
He was still goddamn smirking, but then he looked serious, taking on a shade of anger in his tone again as he said, “What should happen to bad girls, Addison, who sing solo and come in public or to brats who give people the finger?”
I sneered and cocked my head. My stomach turned to mush and my heart started pounding ferociously. “Um, they should probably be dealt with.” But I most certainly did not want to get spanked! No way. I wanted to deck him. Seriously.
“Yes they should. But that’s not the only bad thing you did. Tell her what you did at the party.”
I gasped, eyes wide, and I shook my head vehemently. “No. Why are you doing this to me? You cut me off without a lifeline. Why are you torturing me?”
“We’re dealing with naughtiness here. It shouldn’t go unpunished. No bad girls are leaving this room. And she should know why you deserve a spanking just the same. Tell her what you did.”
I growled and spit out, “I touched you, Shayna, at the party, all right? Me and that room attendant, Melanie, or whatever the hell her faux name was. We touched you first to warm you up. I fingered that pussy of yours, and I loved how you were reacting to the stimulation.”
Shayna’s face was all aghast and red, surely in anger and embarrassment. “Ohmygod.”
I looked at Logan and jerked my hands up. “Happy?”
“Nope. That’s bad, but surely not the worst of it, Addison. Do go on.”
“Errr. I absolutely hate you.”
“Spit it out, Addison!” he insisted, his arms crossed.
My huff turned into a growl. “And...and I stayed there, watching you get mauled and eaten out by those two guys until my number was called.”
“You’re holding back. Tell her the other yummy goodies?” His whimsical shove made me sick.
“Shut the hell up, Logan!” I stomped my foot and shouted, “No fucking way am I saying anything else. That’s it! I’m done. You’ve embarrassed me enough.” I snatched a pillow off the couch and hurled it at him. It whacked him in the face and fell to the floor.
He rushed me and picked me up by the upper arms from behind right as I’d spun on my heels to dart away. I screeched and flailed my legs into the air as he hoisted me up, carried me forward and shoved me belly-first onto an ottoman.
“Wrong. You will tell her. She deserves to know.”
“I won’t.”
He seized my wrists in one fist, dug a knee into my back, flipped up the skirt of my dress and slapped my ass.
“Ow. You can’t make me, Logan. Ow, let me go. You haven’t been around in days. I owe you nothing. I should be the one slapping you.”
“You owe her though. She’s your roommate.” He started smacking my bottom in an even, rapid beat, not hard, but firm and steady, surely to warm me up for scorching thunder. “I told you days ago that you should tell her and you still haven’t. Clearly. Say it.”
“Noooo. I’m not going to say it, no fucking way.” He kept going and going, never ceasing the downpour of spanks. I kicked my legs, clocking his leg behind me a few times, and squealed as his assault began to sweetly sting. “Ow.” My pussy clenched, but I was in no way turned on by this. I hated it completely. It was entirely different with me being pissed and him forcing punishment on me, like I was a naughty bride in some spanking cowboy romance.
His hand rained down. “Tell her that watching her lose her innocence made your panties so freaking wet. Tell her that you set her up to get spanked today with all your talk about it because the thought of watching someone get whacked has the same effect. Tell her that’s why you went to town on that girl at the party. I saw you, Addison. I could feel your lust for red. It made you jump out in the room. Tell her you’re a very bad girl too, and that you’re being a brat right now, and that your infractions are far, far worse than hers. Yours are bare-bottom worthy. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“No!”
And with that, Logan jerked my panties down to mid-thigh and began striking the sting he’d built already. I shuddered and shrieked. “Owww. Don’t.” Claps against my stingy flesh popped in the room like bubble wrap. My sit spots, my sweet spot and even the tops of my thighs all got it good and hearty. My burning thighs and cheeks jiggled at each hit, and I became a hot mess of sobs and shame.
“I’m bad, I’m bad, he’s right, I did all those things,” I shrilled. “And I’m slutty,” I choked out, my heart shattering. “I’m a spank fiend, all right? I like spanking. I like it a lot. I like to watch them in person or in movies and read about them, and I like to give them and get them, usually, but not now because I’m so pissed. Oww, oww. Stop, stop. I’ll be good. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Shayna, Please forgive me. I set this whole thing up, just so I could see you get pink. I made you long for it.”
“I forgive you,” she uttered like a mouse. “You’re not nasty, Addison. You’re the nicest, most giving person I know. But you are kind of being a brat right now. An
d you behaved badly. You just...need to be spanked. That’ll set you right again. Didn’t you say something like that? I think Logan should tear in and not let you up until you’re bawling your eyes out.”
What! I couldn’t believe she said that!
She beamed, her eyes wide and glimmering. She was biting her lip and clutching herself between the legs. Most people would’ve fled the room by now, chalking this exchange between Logan and I up to insanity at best, if not, abuse. But she was still standing there, holding herself, waiting for her turn. She was freaking turned on by me getting spanked?! That’s my kink, dammit!
The smack, smack, smack was the only sound in the room as I held my breath, but he picked up intensity and pushed me over the edge of what I could comfortably bear.
I was sniffling and crunching back sobs constantly now, and Logan slowed way down. When a wavy wail escaped me, his spanks dropped down to whisper-soft, and then it was just massage for me and feather strokes and the occasional pat. His hands edged ever so close to my pussy, yet he didn’t give me the sneaky bit of pleasure I craved. He kept touching me like his babydoll, rubbing me softly for several minutes until I was only emitting sniffles and an involuntary shudder.
He stood me up. When he pulled up my panties, I rubbed my bottom. “I hate you.”
“That’s enough rudeness from you...unless you wish to go another round.” The threat jingling in his eyes was disgusting and so jaw-droppingly sexy at the same time. Dammit, dammit.
I pressed my lips together and gnashed my teeth, with more graffiti scrawling on my tongue.
“I have another bad girl to deal with. Go sit in one of the chairs.”
I shuffled over to one and tucked my calves under once I sat. My lungs were still heaving without my consent. I shot darts at him with my eyes.
Logan sat on the ottoman. “Get over here, Shayna.”
She shuffled over like a preschooler who’s unsure about the treat she’s about to get from a stranger.
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