95. Doesn't feel like punishment

Erica

Antonio took me straight to the bedroom and put me down to stand on my own feet. I wavered a little and his palm spread across my back to hold me. I looked up at him. Once again marveling at the fact how big and tall he was. He stepped back when it became clear that I wasn’t going to fall flat on my face and ordered, “Strip. By the time I come back I want you naked and bend over on that ottoman.”

I followed his finger and saw a silk upholstered ottoman near the fireplace. When I turned to him, he said, “Don’t make me repeat myself and don’t test me, Erica, you’re already in too much trouble.”

I licked my lips, opened my mouth but I didn’t know what to say. And he didn’t wait as he turned around and left me there to follow his orders.

I looked back at the sofa and recalled his demands. Nakéd and bent over that piece of furniture. I guessed he wanted to spank me. And awareness slithered down my spine, along with a warm frisson of arousal in my blood. I was a lost cause, damaged be