He lifted her further up over the boulder by her waist so her feet dangled and could not touch the ground. She had a beautiful pert, plump, pale peaches and cream-colored butt, just as he had imagined. She was completely helpless. He had her just where he wanted. Taking a moment to savor the tasty dish before him, Alexander rested his hand on top of one buttock and stroked it before cupping the seat with both hands to test the weight of her rump and squeeze it, pushing her flesh out to open the crease and peer at the small puckered hole dwelling there and together again in one tight squeeze making her whimper.
“Beautiful,” he whispered to himself.
“Please don’t spank me,” she said, sounding like a remorseful naughty little child in a timid voice so different to the angry one she had used in the car. “I just want to make things right and help them.”
“You have allowed the police to put you at risk for far too long. Your father is a dangerous man and Ross is now hitting you.”
“How did you know about that?”
“Because when I found you in tears last time we met I paid a member of Ross’ staff to keep an eye on you. In case you changed your mind about leaving your husband or something worse happened, I could be on the next plane out from New York to help you and take you away from the fucking prick. Just like I did today. I know you feel as if your life is being turned upside down, Scarlett, but I must act.”
The American billionaire removed his suit jacket, his eyes becoming more accustomed to the darkening sky and mist swirling around his feet lifting higher to weave around the trees standing to attention around the clearing. He stood in front of her watching her cling to the rock to support herself on it and strain to raise her head up to him.
“Please, Alexander. I’ve never been spanked before and… is it going to really hurt?” she begged turning her head to the side, although he could see a glint of arousal already appearing in her eyes.
He doubted if she even knew it was there. He raised an eyebrow in surprise yet adoring her for it. His heart was still thudding with fear and anger that he had nearly lost her. He didn’t know what the hell was in this forest; she could have been maimed, killed or even raped. Inwardly he shuddered. She definitely needed to be taught a lesson, one she wouldn’t forget any time soon. Every time she sat down he wanted her to feel the pain and heat on her bottom reminding her of his rule over her.
“Yes, darling. It will hurt. From now on, you will address me as Daddy or Sir and nothing else,” he informed her in an imperious tone as he walked around behind her throwing his overcoat on the floor of the forest before pulling his suit jacket back down in position. He had to make her realize how her life was about to change, Ross’ words about her needs from a man ringing in his ears.
“What?” she screamed. He moved to her side and steadied her with one hand on the small of her back, raised his other hand and slapped first one cold cheek with his firm hard male palm and then the second. The birds scattered around them and somewhere an owl hooted as the sound of her bare flesh being struck reverberated around the trees.
“Ow, that burns. Alexander, please.”
“Daddy or Sir. I will not answer you again until you address me by my correct title,” he informed her giving the seat of her bottom two firm smacks delighting in the way her rump lifted, wobbled, shook and flushed that attractive hot pink he loved to see blush a woman’s butt marking her as having been disciplined.
He spanked Scarlett steadily, increasing the tempo and intensifying the firmness of the strikes, balancing each stroke with the hand in the middle of her back so her breasts pushed against the hard rock and her nipples painfully scraped its rough surface underneath her sweater. The spanking was hard but shorter than he would have liked. He wanted her warm again as soon as possible so he rained the strikes fast making her pant. When he turned his attention to the tender backs of those luscious thighs making her squeal loudly with the sting, she blurted out, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again. I will learn to trust you. Please, Sir, I’ve learnt my lesson. Please stop.”
“Good girl,” he said giving her four more spanks before ending her punishment.
He rubbed her bottom to calm the heat coming from it and parted her thighs to peer between them. She was glistening wet and highly aroused, ready and prepared for his entry had he wished to penetrate and ride her. But part of the punishment would be to deny her. He desperately wanted to turn her over and examine her pussy, see what wet delights it had to offer him, study its shape and form, pry into those secret depths she’d kept hidden from him for so long. But now was not the time or place, perhaps on the jet when he stripped her of those clothes Ross had bought her. From now
