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“Pull your panties
down, Kiki.”
    She gasped. “You agreed to no sex.”
    Hiking up her skirt slowly, he reached for the side
strings of her thong and pulled it down her hips, his eyes never leaving hers.
He could see her warring with herself, deciding whether to let him have what he
wanted or argue with him more. She had every right to say no and throw him out.
And, if she did, he’d go. He was stubborn and opinionated, true, but he knew
when he was being rejected. The way her body wriggled, helping him coax that
thong down her long thighs told him that she was genuinely interested. “Yes, I
agreed. I’m not going to have sex with you. I’m going to spank you.”
    “Again?”
    He nodded. “You know you deserve it. For your
language. For making such a foolish bet. Honestly, you could put yourself in serious
danger.”
    Her lower lip trembled. “I’ll cancel the bet.”
    “Yes, you will.” The loosened thong dropped down her
legs and onto the floor at her feet. “Put your hands on the bed.”
    “I wish you wouldn’t do this.”
    He turned her around and gave her a small nudge toward
the bed. “Do you want me to leave? Really leave?”
    Hesitantly, she answered, “No.” She stepped out of her
thong and approached her bed.
    “Hands on the bed, Miss Kitten Kimberly Ann
Mackenzie.” There was power in using a person’s full name, and Jim wanted to
apply maximum pressure.
    Reluctantly, she bent and put her palms down on it,
her bottom rising appealingly behind her.
    Discipline spankings were totally frustrating. All he
really wanted to do with that gorgeous bottom was to hold it still while he
sank deep into her femininity and lost control. But she needed to learn to
behave. She would learn it, even if it gave him blue balls. He knew spanking
her with his bare hand was effective, but it was also so personal that it would
likely lead to caresses and destroy the punishment value. Looking around
quickly, he spotted a wooden hairbrush. Jim smacked it on his palm a couple of
times, gauging how hard he ought to spank her. He didn’t want to damage her,
just teach her a lesson.
    The first few swats made her squirm and wriggle, and
Jim had to put a hand on her back to keep her still—he didn’t want to
move off-target and harm her. The next few smacks made her cry out softly, but
she got louder as he plied the brush to her sit spots and upper thighs. Her
skin was bright pink in all the right places.
    “No more bad language,” he reminded her. “And no more
dates with strangers.”
    “B-but, you were a stranger, too!” she pointed out
between sobs.
    “My good reputation precedes me, and I know it. You
know it too.”
    She didn’t try to argue. “Ow! This is killing me!”
    “It’s making your butt pretty red, but I don’t think
anyone ever died from a hot ass.”
    When she lowered her head to the bed to stifle her
squeals of pain, Jim knew that she’d had enough. He tossed the brush down on
the bed and gathered her up in his arms. “I wish you’d just behave, Kiki.”
    She sniffled. “I think you’d still spank me.”
    Well…yes. “Probably, but I guarantee it would be a lot
more fun.”
    He got a small giggle in response, and that was enough
to make him smile, despite the raging heat in his pants.
    Soothing her, rubbing his hand up and down her back,
he waited for her to calm. When her sobs had died out, he tilted her head up
for another kiss, a tender kiss that made no demands on her. “Tomorrow night,
Kiki. Then you’ll be rid of me, if you want to be.”
    She nodded.
    He thought he might be falling in love with her. She
was a termagant, but so genuine that he couldn’t resist being around her as
much as possible. He wanted to make love to her and to spank her for fun. He
knew she’d enjoy it. Jim could smell her excitement, even if he couldn’t do
anything about it without breaking his promise. And he wouldn’t do that. He had
to be a good example for her as well as holding himself to a