Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 BJ Wane (best books to read for teens txt) 📖

toward the wall, surprised to see Master Simon wielding a wicked looking cane across the red-striped buttocks of a woman bound facing the St. Andrew’s Cross. His dark face revealed a sternness he’d reined in around her, as did the next forceful swing of the thin rod. The woman showed her willingness for his harsh strokes by pushing her butt out to receive the blow.

Lisa shuddered then sucked in a fortifying breath and forced herself to say, “We have met before, a long time ago, only I didn’t know who you were until you stopped to change my flat.” She swiveled her head upward, blowing out a breath when she saw his face. “And you’ve already figured out when and where.”

Shawn nodded. “Father Joe confirmed my suspicions. The question remains, why didn’t you?”

Because I recognized you right away, and it hurt when you didn’t remember me. None of that was supposed to happen. Lisa wasn’t about to admit that embarrassing tidbit. “It’s been such a long time, we were so young, and it was only what, two or three hours before Father called the authorities and we were separated? I barely remember going to him, and when you didn’t recognize me, I let it go.”

Dragging his hand out of her lowered shorts, he left a damp trail on her abdomen and each nipple with a light brush of his fingers before reaching her neck and pressing his palm against her throat. She shuddered at the slight compression and power move that accompanied the darkening of his silver gaze to pewter.

“But once we hooked up here, our relationship went from casual acquaintances to Dom/sub, and you knew better than to answer a direct question with anything less than the full truth, did you not?”

Oh boy, am I in trouble. Lisa nodded, running through possible punishments he might mete out, growing warm at the possibilities popping up in her head. “Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t know how you would react, and didn’t want to risk…” A return of the coldness. “You were on the verge of breaking through a mental block that’s plagued me for a while.”

He pressed his fingers into the side of her neck before letting go and dropping his hand to her lowered waistband again. “Understandable but still punishable.”

A shiver skated down her spine even before she realized his intent and he flipped her onto her stomach, across his knees. Shoving her shorts down, he exposed her bare butt to the cooler air and everyone mingling nearby. Lisa jumped with a gasped, “Oh!” as he tapped her right cheek then laid his hand over the tingling spot.

“Have you ever earned a punishment from a Dom before?” he asked with a casual caress over both buttocks.

Lisa huffed a laugh, grabbing his calf to keep her balance. “No, and I’ve never been spanked by anyone. Hard to believe, huh?”

“It tells me your previous Doms were neglectful in your education. You don’t have to disobey a rule to earn a new lesson. I’ll give you credit for thinking you had a good reason for evading the truth with me after I correct your assumption. The safeword applies in this scenario as well.”

Master Shawn gave her no time to contemplate what he meant by “credit” as he robbed her of air with the first hard swat. Prickly heat and sharp pain blossomed across her buttock, and she clenched against the sting seeping into her flesh. The next smack was just as hard, covering her opposite buttock, the burn and pain mirroring its twin. For the first time since entering a private club, she debated whether to continue or bail out.

The third blow landed in the center of both cheeks, striking with enough force to shake her butt and bring a watery sheen to her eyes. With just three spanks, he’d left her aching and throbbing, the heat sinking deep into her quivering muscles. He rubbed the offended areas, the slight scratchiness of his calloused palm drawing a shudder, and Lisa welcomed the softer touch with a sigh.

“Oh God,” she moaned, jerking from the sudden lightning bolt of pleasure striking her lower half as he slid a finger up between her buttocks and glided over the sensitive pucker of her anus. Struggling to maintain her equilibrium as he resumed his soothing touch, she braved a look up at him, her throat going dry at the carnal set to his mouth and the appreciative glint in his eyes. The lingering soreness from those hard spanks eased into a distracting twinge, the pulsating warmth spreading to her empty pussy and producing a surprising return of dampness.

“Sir, are you done?” That wasn’t disappointment lacing her tone, was it? She didn’t want more of those blistering smacks but had to admit she enjoyed his callous-abrasive exploration of her backside.

The corners of that sexy-as-sin mouth curved upward, her toes curling in response. “With phase one, yes. Phase two is just as much fun. You have a world-class ass, Lisa.”

A warm fuzzy encompassed her chest every time he said her name with that drawling inflection in his voice. “Thanks.” She put her head back down, the tenseness slipping from her body with each caress, squeeze, and scrape of his nails across her sensitive skin.

Lisa had never been so aware of her backside, the round, fleshy cheeks made for one purpose – to sit on – in her mind.  But under Master Shawn’s tutelage, she was learning differently. Every light stroke over her skin and deep-fingered compression into her fleshy globes drew a tremble for more. Her empty sheath dampened and spasmed for attention, and even though he stayed away from making a return, she was content lying there, letting him continue playing.

Until he started a rhythmic, light spanking across both cheeks, just enough to stir the warmth back to the forefront and remind her of the ache. She shifted in growing