“I think you’ve needed a good spanking for a long time,” he said, his voice gravelly and low, his eyes holding hers with a relentless gaze. “You’ve needed someone to take you in hand, turn you over his lap and spank your bottom red.”
“No I haven’t,” she said, squirming. She was blushing more brightly now, avoiding his gaze by staring at his forehead instead of his eyes. She stuffed her hands beneath her butt, as if that would protect her from the spanking she knew she deserved.
“I think you have,” he drawled. “Those online rants sounded like a brat begging for someone to do something about her. Did anything happen to you, Chloe? Did you get the response you were looking for?”
“Yeah anything happened! People got mad,” Chloe exclaimed. “I fucked up my career. I had to take this movie in the middle of nowhere, but…”
“What if someone had come and taken your phone off you before any of that happened. If someone had given you a damn good thrashing after the first tweets? You think you’d be here now?”
“Well,” she shrugged. “I guess not.”
He sat up straight, put the receiver to the side and patted his lap. “Come over here, Chloe.”
“You know why.”
“Come on, Paul,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Remember the rules, Chloe,” he said calmly. “The rules you agreed to when you took this movie. You’re living in my world now. You do as I tell you to.”
“But I haven’t done anything!” Her voice rose to a whine. She’d never been spanked in her life, never thought about the possibility of being spanked either. Like a lot of things, that was something that only happened to other people.
“It’s not whether you’ve done anything or not. It’s whether you do what I’m telling you to do now.”
She made a sound that was something like a whine, but was really more of a squeak. Truth be told, she couldn’t have gone over there if she’d wanted to. She was frozen with a paralyzing embarrassment which didn’t allow her to do anything other than sit there and stare at him like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t about any desire to be a rebel anymore. It was an overload of confusion, excitement, and the sort of fear that made her clit tingle. Chloe found herself utterly mesmerized by the handsome older man who seemed so sure of himself. In that moment, the weight of his life experience, his military background, his survival skills, his undeniable authority all combined to make his presence fearfully arousing.
The moment stretched out for what seemed like an eternity before he took pity on her. Instead of repeating himself, Paul stood up then sat down on her bed next to her. He reached his large hand out to hers as he had done before, but instead of shaking it, he used his grasp to pull her over his thighs. She was so shocked by the situation that it wasn’t until she felt herself tipping over his lap that she suddenly snapped to realization and started to squirm.
“Settle down,” he said, his deep voice calming her momentarily. “You’re not in trouble. I want you to have some idea of what this feels like so you can avoid trouble later on. We both know you’re not going to find this easy, Chloe. But you need to know what you’re getting into.”
She felt his palm descend on her bottom, lightly cupping her ass. Her leggings provided very little in the way of protection. She could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin through the relatively thin fabric and wished she’d worn underwear with more coverage than a thong.
There was a brief moment in which all her attention was on his palm and the way it felt to have him touching her ass that she almost forgot what she was there for. That moment didn’t last long. His hand drew away and returned with a stinging slap.
“Ow!” She let out a cry of surprise and shock. “That hurts!”
“Spankings do hurt,” Paul said. “They’re designed to get your attention, teach you a lesson on a level you won’t forget. See, I could spend two weeks telling you what it was like out there, or telling you why it’s important you do as you’re told, but no combination of words will do for you what one good, sound spanking will.”
His palm left her bottom again and returned with a harder slap, this time delivered to her other cheek. Chloe stiffened and whimpered as the sting spread across her bottom, a hot tingling sensation that made her feel like little invisible prickles were being dragged across her butt.
“Ow! Okay! I get it!” She tried placating him. “I’ll do as you say. You don’t need to do this.”
“I do need to do this,” he replied, landing two more slaps to her now quivering butt cheeks. “Because if I ever need to discipline you for real, I want you to have had a taste of what’s coming. If I have to spank you for real, you’ll find out just how gentle this is.”
As he spoke his palm was moving from one side of her bottom to the other, slapping her cheeks with swift, stinging slaps that compounded the heat in her cheeks until she was squirming and grasping at the scratchy blanket, his leg, anything that might somehow get her off his hard lap.
She’d imagined what it would be like to be held against his body, but not this way. His thighs were two hard ridges under her soft belly, a muscular, masculine plane against which she was pinned with ease. He was so casually strong, barely exerting any effort at all to keep her in place as he spanked her butt to a toasty heat.
“Okay, Paul, I get it!”
“No you don’t,” he said calmly. “Not yet.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you’re struggling. You’re trying to control this. You’re not understanding the message of this spanking at all, which is that I decide when you get spanked and when you don’t.” His palm cupped her bottom firmly as he leaned down, his voice gravelly in her ear. “You’re mine, Chloe. In every sense of the word. You have one choice: to obey.”
Twenty-one-year-old actress Chloe Smyth was well on her way to being America’s next sweetheart, but then a very public, very drunk rant about some of the most important people in Hollywood left her reputation in shambles and her star power all but gone.
Desperate to get her career back on track, Chloe accepts a role in a ground-breaking film chronicling the heroics of Paul Reynolds, a stern, handsome military doctor who kept a young nurse safe while caught behind enemy lines, but it isn’t long before she regrets her failure to read the script–or even the contract itself–before she signs on to the project.
To her shock, Chloe quickly discovers that she will be required to live as her character did for several weeks of realistic training, including sleeping in a tent at night and hiking long distances each day. Most out of the ordinary of all, though, is her co-star. Rather than a pampered actor playing the male lead, it will be Paul himself, the very man who inspired the film, and he will demand the same absolute obedience from her that he did from the real-life woman he rescued.
Chloe soon learns that Paul is not a man to be trifled with, and when she whines about the harsh training and fails to do as she is told he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly. More embarrassing still, he tells her in no uncertain terms that she is in desperate need of a dominant man to take control of her life. As the days pass, Paul proves more than ready to be that man, and his firm-handed discipline and masterful lovemaking leave her feeling safe and satisfied in a way she never has before, but will he still be there for her after the credits roll?