Free With This Collar by Sierra Cartwright

wait until you ask me to begin the spanking. Please count each and then ask for the next. A little gratitude will go a long way to ensuring my good nature at the end of the beating. Any questions?”
    She had at least a dozen concerns, but she couldn’t find her voice. Trepidation swam in her. Goosebumps raised on her arms. Now or never.
     

Chapter Four
    Marcus regarded her. They both knew she’d soon be across his lap. He wondered how quickly she would she do it, how much fuss would she put up, how much would she endure to get to that elusive orgasm.
    If she truly had submissive tendencies as he suspected, she’d be across his lap within the next thirty seconds. If she was doing this only out of curiosity, she’d need to ask another dozen questions first, and she’d bolt as soon as the first stinging slap seared her skin.
    He remained silent and watched the silent struggle wage on her features. Waiting was easy when you knew you were going to win.
    Finally, without another word, she stood. Their gazes met. She looked away first.
    He offered his hand, and she stared at it for several seconds before accepting his help. “Perfect,” he said.
    He expected her to say something, anything, but she didn’t.
    She held onto the chair with one hand and gripped his trousers with the other. As he’d promised, he secured her lower body with his legs, and he placed his left hand, fingers spread wide, in the centre of her back.
     She looked so appealing, wriggling on his lap, trying to get comfortable. Her blonde hair tumbled down towards the floor. Her breaths sounded more like tiny gasps. He would happily watch her for hours, but he wasn’t sure his cock could take the torture.
    Ever since he’d reached his hand beneath her skirt to play with her pussy, he’d wanted to sink himself in her hot, wet depth. Generally, restraint wasn’t an issue for him. But he knew how responsive she was.
    Finally she stilled.
    “Oh,” she said after another few seconds. “I’m ready, Sir.”
    Instead of immediately spanking her, he ran his fingers up her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin. Women in general appealed to him with their soft curves. But Julia, a heady combination of beauty, innocence and sass, made it difficult for him to focus. “Keep still,” he told her. “Remember to breathe. I’m going to warm up your skin a bit so that you don’t bruise as easily.”
    “Okay,” she mumbled.
    He rubbed her ass cheeks, slowly at first, then more vigorously to stimulate blood flow to the area. After a few moments, she no longer held herself rigidly, and he felt the tension ease from her body.
    “How are you feeling?”
    “Okay, Sir.”
    Honestly, he could do this all day. “You are very pleasing,” he told her.
    “I wish you’d get it over with.”
    Who was he to deny a needy woman?
    Without any warning, he delivered the first smack, just below her ass cheeks, on that tender spot where her thighs and buttocks met.
    She gasped and tried to pull up, but he held her still. “Good fucking hell!”
    “I’ll take that to mean it hurt.”
    She thrashed for long seconds, swore again, but she didn’t use a safe word, nor did she try to really get away.
    Oh, yeah, this woman was terrific.
    She reached back to soothe the ache, and he let her…for a few seconds. “Stalling might earn you extra reprimands.”
    “Then do it,” she said.
    “Do what?”
    “Hit me.”
    “Spank you,” he corrected.
    “Fine. Spank me.”
    He waited for a moment, giving her time to collect herself. “How many was that?”
    She fisted her hands. “One,” she answered. “Sir.” She settled her nerves then placed her hands where they were supposed to be. “May I please have the next one?”
    “This will be easier if we find a rhythm,” he told her. “Surrender rather than fight. Accept the pain and release the struggle.”
    “Have you ever been spanked?” she asked, hostility in her tone.
    “As a matter of fact, yes.”
    “ What?