Free Federal Discipline by Loki Renard

protest when he repeated the treatment, this time a little harder. Jamie could feel her cheeks jiggling under the impact of his palm as he began to spank her – really spank her with swats that weren't delivered with any great speed or even strength, but made her yowl with the power of their sting.
    “Jack! This isn't nice!”
    “It's not meant to be nice,” he said calmly, holding her in place as she wriggled back and forth. “It's meant to be a lesson, so next time I tell you to do something, you do it without question. And next time you get some impulse in that pretty head of yours, you think twice before acting on it.”
    “Jack!” She whined his name as his palm began to descend again, this time with fast, crisp swats that made her hips dance back and forth across his thigh. Jamie didn't feel relaxed anymore, or maybe she did, it was hard to tell when she was focused on the growing heat being slapped into her cheeks by her case agent. “Cut it out!”
    “We're not finished yet, Jamie,” he said, his voice kind and calm in stark contrast to her somewhat panicked recitation of his name. “I want you to learn from this.”
    A low moan of dismay escaped her lips. What was she supposed to be learning, aside from the fact that being spanked hurt?
    He continued spanking, slower and heavier. Each slap bought a gasp to Jamie's lips. She was sore, she was embarrassed, and she was beginning to think that she'd bitten off a lot more than she could chew where Jack Harley was concerned.
    “I'm becoming quite fond of you,” he rumbled from on high. “And I want to keep you in one piece, agent.”
    “Well you're about to spank my ass right off my ass,” Jamie squealed.
    His response was half a slap, which gave way to laughter. “I assure you,” he said. “Your bottom is still very much in place.”
    “It doesn't feel like it,” Jamie whined.
    “This isn't supposed to be comfortable,” he reassured her. “But this won't so much as leave a mark.”
    Jamie stiffened over his lap. That made it sound as though marks might be an option. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean your tender bottom isn't going to be harmed by this one little bit,” he said, slapping fast and light until she grasped at the corner of the couch and squealed.
    “Jack! Okay! I'm sorry!”
    “Are you? What are you sorry for?” He palmed her bottom gently.
    “I'm sorry for taking matters into my own hands and chasing that guy. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.”
    “And?”
    “And I'm sorry I was rude.”
    “More cheeky than outright rude,” he said, “but thank you. Do I have your assurance that you'll be on your best behavior from now on?” He waited a moment for her to reply, then slapped her bottom when she took too long.
    “ Ow! Yes!”
    “Good.”
    He slid his hand away for a moment and she thought it was over, but it returned with a flurry of stinging slaps that made her kick her legs and grit her teeth and buck over his lap like a bronco.
    “Just making sure you have enough warmth in that butt of yours, agent,” he drawled, soothing some of the sting with a slow rub.
    “That was mean,” she sniffed. The sting was covering her entire bottom now, making her skin throb and leap of its own accord.
    “That wasn't mean and you know it, ” he replied evenly. “This was a warning, more than anything. If I have to take you over my lap again, you'll be a very sore girl.”
    Jamie wasn't sure she liked the confident way he was speaking about her ending up over his lap again. It seemed to her that Jack had taken control of her in a way that far exceeded his rights as a mere case agent. This wasn't professional anymore. This was personal. Very personal. Damp between the thighs, personal.
    “Do we have an understanding?”
    “Yes!” She spoke quickly before he could decide to hurry her response along with another swat. To her chagrin, she received another anyway.
    “Not that I'd necessarily mind having you over my lap again,” he