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.”