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Taming Megan(4)

By:Natasha Knight

He let her go and she wiped her hair from her face, bracing herself.

He gripped her waist just a little tighter as he began again, this time working faster to cover both cheeks equally and without pause in between. Megan tried to keep her hands and feet on the floor, even managing to catch herself more than once when she involuntarily reached back to cover herself. He didn’t pause with the spanking as he reminded her again of where her feet and hands were to remain.

“I’m sorry. Ow! Can you just. Ouch. Slow down. Jake, it hurts!”

“It’s a punishment, Meg. Not foreplay.” As he said it, he shifted his position and swung one leg over hers, trapping hers between his. “Give me your hands,” he said.

“No,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. “I’ll keep them here. I promise.”

“Hands.” He waited.

She shook her head but even as she did, she reached her hands back so he gripped her wrists at her low back, still managing to keep her tight to him as her torso hung over his legs, her heavy hair draped on the floor.

“Ok, let’s get started.”

“Started?” she began, but she never had a chance to finish her sentence because the rain of blows he dealt her next were harder than any he’d given her to this point. Megan struggled against him even as some part of her knew she should remain still, knew she should take her punishment. The spanking was loud, louder than she would have guessed it would be, and she had lost count after the first sixty she managed to keep track of.

Jake carried on, holding her to him all the while as if he didn’t even notice her struggles.

“Please, Jake,” she found herself begging. “Sir, I mean sir. Please.” Her bottom was on fire and it didn’t seem as though he had any intention of stopping. Didn’t his hand hurt? “Please! It’s enough, I’m sorry. Please.”

“Almost there.”

“Almost?”

He didn’t even bother to answer her as the next ten landed across the tops of her thighs. She turned to look over her shoulder, wondering if he had switched from using his hand to using that paddle. The sting of each spank was excruciating but he was still only using his hand. She mentally counted the last five, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally stopped, his hand coming to rest on one thigh, pushing her legs apart as he loosened the grip of his legs over hers. Megan realized her face was wet; she hadn’t even been aware she’d been crying.

Jake ran his fingertips over her bottom, spreading her cheeks apart just a little.

Up until that moment, she’d been feeling chastised, punished for her behavior. But that act, that tiny moment, although he didn’t even touch her sex, changed everything. She glanced behind her, meeting his eyes, holding them.







Her look was one of pure sensuality with just a hint of challenge. He wondered if she was aware of the latter at all. She could seduce him utterly and this lesson would be lost.

Keeping his expression stern, Jake pulled his hand away. “Eyes forward, Megan,” he said.

She blinked twice, pausing for a moment, then lowered her lashes and did as he said.

He had to check himself. His cock had been hard ever since he had stood her in the corner, but spanking her, having her naked and over his lap, having her accept her punishment and even having her struggle and needing to hold her down to finally take her spanking, it made him harder than he could ever remember being. He needed release desperately, but the look on Megan’s face was enough to remind him of what he was doing, why his wife was sprawled over his lap having her bare bottom spanked.

In that one moment, the exchange of power between them had hung in the air.

Megan’s beauty was her power. As innocent as she was, as honest as she was, she was a beautiful woman and beauty was, in and of itself, power. She was aware of it, wasn’t quite comfortable or sure of how to use it, but it was there and experience had taught her how the slightest shift in the set of her mouth, how one sideways glance, could bring a man to his knees at her feet.

But Jake had no intention of allowing that to happen.

He needed to make a point. If he wanted this sort of relationship, tonight would be important. If it ended in sex now, whether it was her seduction of him or his own need, there would be no lesson. It would not be remembered as discipline even though the spanking itself had caused her pain.

“Ten more, these with the paddle. Count them out.”

“Jake…” she began, but caught herself. “Sir…” her gaze went to the paddle in his hand, then to his face and back. “I’m not sure about those.”

“You don’t need to be sure. Do you get to decide your punishment or do I?”

She took a deep breath and let it out. “You do.”

“Face forward please.”

Her expression was one of worry but she did as he said. Jake lifted the paddle and brought it down at not even half the force he could have used. It was her first time with it and although he wanted her to have a healthy respect for the little thing, he didn’t want her to be deathly afraid of it.

Megan called out when the wood made impact with her already red bottom. She clenched tight and wriggled about for a moment before calling out the count. “One, sir.”

Jake struck her other cheek, watching the red of her bottom deepen. She counted and he brought the paddle down two more times in quick succession so she had to catch up to keep the count. The next six came fast on alternating cheeks and Megan whimpered with each blow, but still managed to count. Only once she had called out ten did she soften her body, bending her knees and no longer trying to pull her wrists free. He let them go and she immediately wiped her face. Jake listened to her soft cries but held her in place, running his hands lightly over her swollen, tender bottom. It took all he had not to delve between her cheeks and he slowly lifted her so he held on her on his lap, hugging her to him.

She buried her face in his chest, the wet smear of tears penetrating the fine material of his shirt. She took a ragged breath and he imagined those were the last of her tears. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him. “I didn’t mean to drink so much, it just happened and Josie kept ordering…”

Josie again. Jake held his tongue though. She’d have to figure this out on her own if she wasn’t yet ready to hear him on this particular matter. Besides, she needed to take responsibility.

“You could have said no, Megan. No one forced you to drink so much.”

He felt her nodding her head and after a moment, she looked up at him. “I know. You’re right.”

“You feel better?”

She nodded. “Not my butt but yeah, I guess.”

“Good.”

“I don’t like that paddle, Jake,” she said, giving the thing a dirty look.

He smiled. “It did its job. Let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up. I’m starving for some lasagna.”

“I also picked up a bottle of your favorite wine,” she said, a smile on her face as he stood, keeping her in his arms.

“You were going to try to seduce me to get out of your spanking, weren’t you?”

She shrugged. “Can you blame me for trying?”

He laughed and held her close as they went upstairs.





Chapter Three





“Do I need to pick up anything else for the party this weekend?” Jake asked on Wednesday morning while Megan scrambled his eggs for breakfast.

Jake was bidding on a project to build the new shopping center in town. He had invited the board members and their spouses to a dinner party this Saturday night. He was close to closing the deal that would put his small architectural company on the map.

Megan was perhaps more nervous than Jake though. She always felt a little intimidated in these kinds of situations but tried not to let on. Jake didn’t need to worry about her with all he had going on already.

Megan had insisted on cooking the meal for their guests and had been busy with it since the past weekend. This was one thing she could do well. She had done this sort of thing before but this weekend, the stakes were high and she didn’t want to mess anything up. She mentally checked off her to-do list.

“I think we’re ok. I ordered the case of wine you wanted and that should be in by Friday. I’ve got some more cooking to do but Anna will come over to help with that later today.”

“Ok. I’m sorry I’m not around to help more this week. You’re sure you don’t want me to hire someone to help you?”

“No. I know Anna, I trust her and it will be easier for me to just have her here helping.”

“Well, don’t stress, Meg, everything you’ve made so far has been great.”

“Thanks,” she said, walking Jake out to his car and hurrying back inside to work.

The phone rang as soon as Megan was inside. “Hey Meg, how are preparations coming along?”

It was Anna. Megan poured a cup of coffee and sat down. “Ok, I think. Most everything only has to be reheated. I’m working on finger foods today. The main course is ready and at this point, there’s not much I can do before Saturday. How about you, is it busy at the shop?”

“Had our early morning rush but now it’s quieting down. I’ll be baking for a while and then I’ll head over your way to help you out.”