Heart Song Anthology Carolyn Faulkner (rooftoppers txt) 📖

beginning to rise slowly up her thighs. She tried to remember some of her gymnastic moves from junior high to help her slide off his lap, but Sean didn’t intend to allow her to get away that easily. He simply wrapped his free arm over her lower back, effectively blocking any escape.

Tess now found herself unable to move in any direction. Once he had better control of her, he managed with alarming ease to elevate the hem of her skirt to meet its waistband, leaving her bottom – clad in pantyhose with tiny pink bikini bottoms beneath – even more defenseless against his discipline. Not that her skirt had been much of a defense, but at least it had been some kind of layer between her bottom and his hard, calloused hand.

Without missing a beat, he continued to spank her. She had thought that the beginning was bad! That was nothing in comparison to this atrociously intimate position, with his hand covering nearly every inch of her skin with every loud smack, the unfamiliar sound ringing in the air time after time as he continued to chastise her for her misbehavior.

How could she possibly have thought she wanted this? Now that it was happening Tess decided it wasn’t sexy or hot or titillating in the least, damn it! Her backside felt as if it were being slow-roasted over an open fire, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping – or even slowing. Sean had covered every part of her butt five or six times over before he brought his palm down onto the back of her sensitive thighs – first one then the other.

The shock of this new assault sent her into spasms of screaming with every blow – not that it helped her in the least. She wasn’t sure which was worse – swats to the backs of her thighs, which had been relatively untouched for a while, but was an area that she hadn’t counted on him smacking at all, or her already well worked-over rear end, which was more suited to a spanking, but was already ultra-tender, sore and swollen.

By the time he stopped, she was a mess from crying and hoarse from screaming. There was a big wet stain on the loveseat from where her tears had drenched the cushion. She was sniffling and sobbing and breathing in that jagged, rough manner that told him that she had learned the lesson he had been trying to impart. Hopefully.

He didn’t let her up immediately. Sean hadn’t spanked a lot of women. He could count the number on one hand, in fact; he was, as he’d told her when they first met, very particular about his women, and had rarely indulged in one-night stands. They just didn’t work for him. He wanted more from his woman. He wanted this, right here – her lying across his lap, still trying to cope with the punishment he had seen fit to deliver, looking soft and sexy and feminine.

He’d had that. Once upon a time in his life, he’d had exactly what he’d wanted, and he had been bursting with happiness the entire time. They were dirt poor, but they were together, and she had reveled in this type of relationship as fully as had he. Sean ruthlessly dragged himself away from those memories. Dwelling in the past did him absolutely no good. He was grateful for those times with Deanna, and he would love her till the day he died. But she wasn’t here anymore.

Tess was, much to his amazement. Now to find out whether she was going to file charges against him.

Chapter 3

He might have been a bit heavy-handed, but it was just a feeling he had in his gut about her. She radiated all the right signals for a woman who knew what they needed – and he was just the man to give it to her, whether she wanted it or not, and not do a halfhearted, playful job of it. Sean sensed that she needed someone who wasn’t going to back away from being strict with her. She wouldn’t confess exactly that; situations like this were never that easy, because who would actually say that, occasionally, they desperately needed to have their bottom blistered? That they really needed to be held firmly accountable for their behavior?

“So,” he began, still not allowing her to get up, but keeping her in place over his lap with nothing more than a big hand on the small of her back. He didn’t need anything more. Tess wasn’t going to move until he allowed it, regardless. She knew she couldn’t tolerate any more attentions to her bottom, although she did realize, to her great surprise, that, although her butt throbbed and stung horribly, it wasn’t the only part of her lower body that was aching. The noticeable throbbing between her legs was as intense as the discomfort settling into her thighs and bottom.

Damn. From that very first swat, she was thoroughly convinced that being spanked was the not what she’d wanted, despite its omnipresence in her fantasies. It just hurt too damned much. Didn’t it? But now that he’d finally stopped, her libido was getting a chance to catch up, and was doing so with a vengeance. She found herself desperately wanting to rub herself against the large bulge she could feel beneath her tummy, and although she swore she wasn’t going to do that, she was entirely helpless against the urge to arch and moan, hoping against hope that he would think it was because of the spanking he had just delivered, and not the real reason.

His scolding tone somehow only made it all much, much worse.

“The first rule I’m going to give you is that you’re to obey all traffic laws and signs. That means no speeding, no disregarding double yellow lines, and no flipping off people that annoy you.”

“That’s not a law!” she pointed out a bit more vehemently than she had intended, trying to twist