her arms
folded over her chest and her lips in a pout. Taylor knew she was acting like a
spoiled brat, but she could not help it.
"You've got five seconds," he warned.
Taylor stood her ground, shooting daggers from her dark
green eyes.
"Five, four, three, two, one. Time's up."
He started for her with two big strides. Taylor tried to
back away with no avail. Jason picked her up and threw her over his shoulder
with very little effort.
"Put me down now!" she said, trying to kick and
punch her way free.
Jason swatted her ass, causing a yelp to escape Taylor's
lips. Jason continued to spank her bottom as he made his way toward the house.
She continued to pummel him with her fists, only to have them bounce off his
muscled back. Each punch warranted another spank from him. With her bottom high
in the air, Taylor was at Jason's mercy. Even though she fought, her desire
grew with each swat of his hand. The spanking was infuriating...and yet, was
erotic at the same time.
"How dare you hit me?" she screamed.
Jason spanked her three more times before saying, "I'm
not hitting you. I'm giving you a good ol' fashion spanking."
He made his way through the front door and sat down on the
kitchen chair, slinging Taylor's body across his lap. Without pause, Jason
continued to place swats all over Taylor's now-burning backside. With her face
inches from the ground, Taylor did everything in her power to kick and fight
her way free, but Jason's strength won over.
"Stop! Stop...Okay, I'm sorry," she pleaded.
"Not until I'm sure you will never do something so
foolish, reckless, and dangerous again." Jason swatted her behind as he
spoke.
"I won't! I know what I did was stupid. You don't need
to spank me for me to know that!"
The spanking continued, leaving Taylor breathless with sexual
hunger. The sting was like electricity, that went straight to her inner core.
She had no choice but to succumb to the punishment. Closing her eyes, she
flinched with each spank, but no longer put up a fight. The surrender was like
nothing she could have ever imagined. It felt right, natural, and damn if it
didn't feel good.
"Just know that if you ever do something that puts your
life at risk again, I'll give you a spanking that won't allow you to sit for
days." Jason gave her one final swat to emphasize his point.
Taylor was released from his grip and stood up, trying to
rub the sting from her backside. She pushed back some loose curls that covered
her face, and blood dripped from her fingers.
Jason shot out of his seat and grabbed her bloody hand. "You're
hurt."
Taylor smirked. "No kidding, cowboy. You just spanked
me. Was that suppose to feel good?" she sulked.
He gently grabbed her other hand and ran his fingers along
the scrapes and puncture wounds caused from the thorny trellis descent. He
scanned her body, taking notice of all the injuries along her arms and legs as
well.
"Sit down," he softly directed. His anger seemed
to have vanished.
Taylor had no desire to argue, in fear that she would land
back over his knee, even though a secret part of her wanted that again.
Jason walked over to a drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.
As he made his way back to the table, he shook his head. "I
can't believe you did something so stupid."
Taylor just sat in silence. She had no good excuse and all
the spit and vinegar had left her body.
Gradually he began to remove the thorns from her hands,
working his way up each arm and down each leg. Taylor was stunned by how gentle
his strong hands could be. Each touch was warm and soft.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He did not look up as
his eyes focused intently on each thorn.
Taylor could not help but huff. "You weren't concerned
about that when you were spanking me."
Jason continued to remove the thorns, never making eye
contact. "You had that coming."
"A spanking ? You think I had a spanking coming? You can't be serious."
Jason plucked the last thorn out of Taylor's body. "I
am. And there will be more where