Punished

Punished

Brynn Paulin

Taboo Wishes

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Prim Natalia Cooper lives life on the straight and narrow, never veering into naughty territory. But she wants to. One night, years ago, her boyfriend gave her a few swats on the rear as part of their sex play and she loved it. She wants more. But he’s long gone and she hasn’t been spanked since. When she learns of a club where she can get exactly what she needs—anonymously—she’s so turned on and ready she can hardly bear it.

For Ethan Tavish, The Dungeon has served as a place to exert his dominance without making lasting commitments. He can hardly believe his eyes when he enters the play area to find his secretary, Natalia, bent over the spanking bench in a schoolgirl uniform. They’re both masked, but he’d recognize her anywhere. In an instant, he has a plan to give them what they both want…and perhaps a whole lot more.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Resplendence Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-60735-125-2
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 18000
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
EBOOK READER RATING:
CATEGORIES: Erotica, BDSM, Contemporary
KEYWORDS: Punished, Brynn Paulin, BDSM, Erotic Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Contemporary
 

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EXCERPT
COPYRIGHT Brynn Paulin/2010

Play acting had never been high on Natalia Cooper’s list of activities, but today she found herself dressed up and filling a role that made her positively wet. Why? Who knew? She didn’t. Who really understood the wanton directions of a person’s most titillating fantasies? Hers was already curling tendrils of need in her middle.

She sat in a hard, molded plastic chair in a brightly lit room made to look like a school office waiting area. It appeared genuine, but this place, The Dungeon, was far from that. The Dungeon specialized in fantasy fulfillment. Hers had always been the naughty girl scenario.

“Miss Smith, the principal will see you now.” Natalia stood at the use of her fake last name. No real identities were allowed here. She straightened her miniscule green plaid skirt and followed the secretary into the “principal’s office”.

Nerves began to ball up in her belly. She’d always followed the straight and narrow and had rarely been punished as a kid. She’d never even been spanked. That was until a boyfriend had smacked her ass a few times during sex. He’d just been messing around, but she’d liked it. A lot. She’d longed for it ever since, but never found anyone…

And now what was she doing?

“He’ll be right in,” the “secretary” said.

Natalia nodded, unable to speak. She bit her lip and wondered if she was insane to be here waiting for a man to paddle her. According to the play-acting sheet, she was a habitually naughty student at Her Lady of Perpetual Need Catholic School and she’d been caught sneaking two boys into the locker room of the all-girls school.

As the woman left her alone, Natalia reached up to touch the mask that covered the upper portion of her face. Not only were names protected here, but faces as well—

“Miss Smith.”

Her throat went dry. Her back straightened as the door behind her scraped open and the man’s deep voice preceded him. She didn’t dare look, and she folded her hands together in her lap.

“So we meet again. It seems you like my office.”

“Um…no sir,” Natalia answered as he came into her line of sight. Sweet Jesus! He was huge. Dressed in a black suit and a black shirt with a priest’s collar, he looked like someone who might oversee an all-girls parochial school.

He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms over his wide chest. His coat strained over the muscles in his arms. His large hands looked like they would engulf hers if he took her fingers. Oh, her ass was going to sting.

Her breathing grew shallow as she envisioned it.

He looked down at her, his deep blue eyes studying her through the mask he too wore. It should have distracted her, the mask, but instead, it heightened her want. No matter the scenario, he was a stranger and he was going to give her exactly what she’d longed to receive for years.

One long finger tapped against his biceps. “Skipping school. Drinking in the parking lot. Cheating on your math test. Putting glue in Sister Martha’s coffee. And now bringing these two boys into school. What are we going to do with you?”

She shrugged a shoulder and bit the corner of her lip. “Detention?”

He slowly shook his head. Rounding his desk, he slid off his suit coat and hung it on the back of his chair. Methodically, he folded his sleeves up his forearms. “No, I think we’ve moved beyond that. You’d sleep through detention, just like always, then leave your gum under the desk. I’d call your parents, but we both know that wouldn’t do any good. It seems I’ll need to take you in hand.”

“What are you going to do?” She really didn’t know, and her stomach was flipping at the options. Her panties had been drenched ever since she’d gotten here and put on this teeny-tiny uniform skirt and top. The second she bent, it would creep up her torso, exposing part of her back.

She slouched in the chair, thinking to take the part of naughty girl even further. She parted her knees slightly and ran her finger along the slightly veed collar of her shirt. “You could take up where those boys left off.”

His lips compressed. “I think not, Miss Smith.” His palms flattened on his desk as he leaned toward her. “Stand up. Now!”

Shaken, she leapt to her feet.

“You will remove your panties and leave them on my desk.”

Take…off…her panties? She blinked at him. She’d thought she’d leave them on while he did this. If she took them off, he’d see how wet she was. He’d smell how aroused she was. He’d… Oh God, he’d punish her naked ass.

“Problem, Miss Smith?”

“No, sir.”

Swallowing, she reached beneath her skirt and slid her thumbs into her waistband while doing her best to keep her skirt over her pussy. She pushed them down her thighs then realized her skirt would ride up her ass when she bent to pull them off her legs. Pausing with the white cotton just above her knees, she looked up at him.

His jaw was locked. His gaze locked on the panties. He’d straightened and now his knuckles were white on the back of the chair as he watched her. Would he try to do more than spank her? Right then, she knew if he wanted to fuck her, she’d let him.

“All the way off,” he demanded in a strangled voice.

Biting her lip, she shoved the underwear the rest of the way down her legs and wrestled them past her saddle shoes while she tried to ignore that her ass was sticking out. Quickly, she stood upright and yanked her skirt back into place then realized that she’d left the panties on the tile floor.

She looked up at him, and he tilted his head. She imagined if he weren’t wearing a mask that she’d see a dark brow lifted.

“I said ‘on my desk’,” he reminded her. As if she needed to be reminded. Crouching, she picked them up, noticing the way her thighs slid together as she moved. She was so wet, her cream was seeping from her folds and onto her legs. She pressed them together and rose quickly, afraid she might actually drip on the floor, then casually tossed the underwear on the desk.

He shook his head at her façade of nonchalance. “You think this is a joke, Miss Smith?”

“No, sir.” She trembled as her pulse fluttered in her neck and went wild at her temple. This couldn’t be farther from a joke to her. She was deadly serious about this need—hell, what else would have driven her to find a place that would cater to her desire to be punished?

“Hmm.” He sat at his desk and opened a manila folder. His fingers ran along the edge of her panties as he appeared to read—the edge that had to be wet from her arousal. Her face heated as she imagined what he was feeling.

“Stop fidgeting,” he ordered without looking up at her, and she realized she’d been shifting from foot to foot.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured.

“Oh, I see you’re failing algebra, as well,” he commented drily.

“I’m bad at math.”

“Perhaps if you studied…” His long, powerful fingers tapped on the desk, sending a tremor through her as he continued to radiate strength.

Where were men like this in real life? She only knew of one, and he was unattainable.

“I’ve considered your behavior for a while now. I’ve assigned you numerous rosaries. Have you done them?”

“Um…”

“I didn’t think so. Corporal punishment seems the only solution.”

Standing suddenly, he came around the desk, grasped her upper arm and hauled her toward a waist-high stool much like one would drag along a truculent child. He pushed her roughly forward onto the padded seat so that her torso rested along the length. Taking her wrists, he pulled them behind her and crossed them over her lower back. He adjusted her so that the fingers of each hand gripped the opposite forearm.

“Do not move,” he ordered.

Oh finally. This was it. She bit back a moan as he flipped up her skirt, tucked it beneath her clasped arms then backed up a step as if surveying her.

“I considered spanking you,” he said, his voice again sounding strangled. He trailed a finger lightly over the curve of one buttock then suddenly yanked away. “But I think perhaps that might not be right for a naughty girl like you. I think perhaps my paddle.”

Her heart thundered at the thought. Yes… He was right. At the moment, his hand would be too intimate and perhaps not hard enough. She needed something rougher, something coarser, something that really would punish her backside.

It wasn’t as if she’d truly done something wrong. Maybe she just wanted to be punished for being such a fucking good girl all her life. The boring, vanilla, yawn-worthy girl who’d suppressed her wild side until it nearly smothered her. That girl, yes, that girl needed the whipping.

“Please…no,” she begged, her words only raising her arousal level. She knew it wouldn’t stop him. Only her safe word—her panic word—would make him cease this play. And there was no way she was saying “artichoke”.

“You should have considered the consequences before you indulged your evil side,” he grated. She heard him walk away and dared to strain a look over her shoulder. At his desk, he opened a drawer and withdrew a paddle that made her consider rethinking this adventure.

 
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