Free The Firefighter's Girl by Natasha Knight Page B

dresser and come back here.”
    He let her go and she did as he said, her eyes jumping from his to the book, nervous.
    “What did I tell you to do when you got up here, Rebecca?” he asked.
    “Sawyer…” she began. “Don’t be mad at me. Please.”
    He looked down at her, her eyes wide on his. He exhaled and reached a hand to take hers. She seemed to relax a little when he did that. “Rebecca, I know this is hard for you, but you have to trust me now. I want to get you out of this mess. That is my first priority right now and, understandably, your reactions are more… emotional.”
    “How can I not be emotional?”
    “Exactly my point,” he said, walking her backward toward the far corner. Talking would only go so far with her right now.
    “What are you doing?” she asked when he turned her to face the wall and tapped the spot just in front of her nose.
    “I’m giving you your first lesson,” he said.
    “Sawyer…”
    “We’ll start with some time spent in the corner with your nose touching the wall right here.”
    She turned, but he forced her back. “This spot, Rebecca. Your nose touches this spot.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Nothing to understand. Nose touches the wall, just like that.” He stepped back and looked at her, ready for her to turn around, but she did not. He could imagine she was processing, he expected that and he would work with her to do just that, to learn how things would be, to learn what he expected and how to obey him.
    “Good girl,” he said, looking at his watch. “We’ll take half an hour here before your spanking and another half hour afterwards.”
    “Spanking too?” she asked, turning around.
    “Nose to the wall,” he said.
    She turned back.
    “Good. Now drop your sweat pants down to your ankles. I want your bottom on display.”
    “Sawyer!” she said, her hands coming to cover her bottom.
    “Take them down, Rebecca. And while you’re being disciplined, you’ll call me sir.”
    She turned her head and met his gaze, but it wasn’t with a smart remark this time. This time, it was with a questioning look, one that betrayed her insecurity, her desire to trust. He remained firm.
    “Go on,” he encouraged. “Do as you’re told.”
    She blinked then faced the wall before reaching for the waistband of her sweats and dropping them so they pooled around her ankles. The sweatshirt was long enough that it covered half of her bottom and Sawyer went to her and rolled it upward so it sat just above her waist and her bottom half was displayed for him. His cock thickened, but he wasn’t done yet.
    “Interlace your hands at the back of your head.”
    She began to move her arms upward, then hesitated, but slowly did as she was told. Sawyer stepped back and just watched her for some time, the look of her standing there as he’d said, her pants down around her ankles, the visible print of his hand when he had smacked her just moments ago, her arms high, nose to the wall awaiting her spanking, it made something inside him come alive with a fierce roar. She was his to protect but also his to discipline.
    “Good girl,” he said. “Stay just like that. I’ll be back to spank you in half an hour.”
    “Yes, sir,” she managed.
    Sawyer smiled and dragged himself out of her bedroom.
     
    * * *
     
    Rebecca heard his footfalls on the stairs and just glanced behind her to find herself alone in her bedroom. He had left the door open behind him. She scratched an itch at her thigh, but then replaced her hands as he had instructed at the back of her head and touched her nose to the wall. He had said half an hour, but would he leave her alone for that half hour? She found the thing she wanted most was that he not leave her alone.
    What had happened to her in the last week? She had gone from a normal—if not happy, at least normal—life to what? She had lost a job she loved as she was certain the suspension would lead to her dismissal. The hospital would not want to be