CHAPTER 4 : Spanking

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Serene’s POV

“Serene,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded like a beating drum as I looked up at him.

He stood tall, his gray eyes looking down at me making my cheeks to warm up. This all was too much.

Her fantasies coming to life but …… did it had to be …… Nicholas? She gulped the lump formed in her throat.

“Come here.”

His gaze raked over me, lingering on my trembling lips.

“Bend over the table,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“ Read the contract.”

My breath caught, confusion and fear warring.

“S-sir, I—”

My voice failed, a squeak swallowed by the vast room. I couldn’t protest, couldn’t move, until he took a step forward. His hand guided my torso bending over the cold glass table.

A paper lay there—neat, typed, ominous.

“Read,” he commanded, stepping behind me.

I felt goosebumps all over my body as my chest pressed against the cold glass table making me clench my thighs together.

I pushed all thoughts aside and my eyes darted to the first line, voice shaky.

“I… I will live as a live-in maid.”

The words felt like chains. My heart skipped a beat. Live-in meant being around him 24/7. All of a sudden my heart stopped and my body shivered as I felt His hand brush my skirt, lifting it slowly.

The cool air hitting my thighs. I tensed, trying to shift, but his palm cracked against my backside—a sharp sting that made me gasp.

He just …… slapped my ass. My cheeks warmed up as I bit my lower lip holding myself back. My hands clenched around the paper.

“Keep reading,” he said, voice low and firm.

I whimpered, tears prickling, but obeyed.

“I will only go to university when needed.”

Another lift, another spank, the pain blooming hot. His hand felt so huge and so rough. My hands gripped the table’s edge, nails digging in.

“I… I will ask for your permission to go anywhere.”

Spank. A sob escaped, my body trembling.

I knew that this spanking was going to cause bruises.

Nicholas’s presence loomed, his breath warm on my neck as I felt his body hovering mine from behind making me breathe heavily. His body so close to mine that it made me feel tingles.

“Good,” he murmured, his hand lingering, massaging where he’d spanked, soothing the burning pain.

I let out a shaky breath and read on, each point a new humiliation: a new phone he’d provide, full disclosure of her family, friends, past relationships, sexual history, even her first kiss.

It scared me. Relationships, he’d find out that I know Julian.

With every line, his hand lifted my skirt higher, spanking my—five times, six—each gasp and whimper fueling his dark satisfaction.

“I’ve never…”

I choked out at the intimacy question, my face burning and tears dripping down my cheeks from the pain.

Spank.

“No first kiss…”

Spank.

My legs shook, pain and shame mixing with a confusing heat.

I tried to pull away, but his body pressed against me tighter from behind, pinning me.

His chest was hard, his arousal evident, and my breath hitched as he pressed my face closer to the contract.

“You’ll be my personal maid for one year. Sign it,”

he whispered, his lips grazing my ear, voice a velvet threat.

“With your own hands—or I’ll make you sign with something else.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my hands trembling as I reached for the pen. What have I involved myself into ?

I didn’t understand the full weight—live here, report to him, surrender my freedom—but fear won.

My signature scrawled, shaky and illegible, and he chuckled, a sound that sent ice through my veins.

His hands slid to my hips, massaging my sore skin, fingers stretching and kneading.

“Good maid,” he purred, his touch both soothing and possessive.

I stayed frozen, mind reeling. My chest heaved up and down as I slowly relaxed. I laid there , my body feeling numb.

The contract bound me—body, soul, every secret laid bare.

Nicholas stepped back, leaving me kneeling, skirt still hiked, breath ragged.

“You’re mine now,” he said, adjusting his shirt with a smirk.

“Get used to it.”

He stood up and left for his study, the door clicking shut, and I collapsed against the table, sobbing quietly.

My ass stung with my pain. I whimpered and hissed when all of a sudden, my phone started ringing.

The phone buzzed—Julian again.

“Progress?” My stomach dropped.

I wiped my tears, the sting on my skin a constant reminder, and whispered: “He made me sign a contract. I have to live here-”

Julian’s reply was instant: “ hang up and delete my number and destroy your phone”

Panic surged.

Julian hung up and I was taken aback but quickly followed what he asked me.

I glanced at the contract, the points blurring through my tears.

Live-in maid.

Permission only.

Full disclosure.

My past—nothing to hide, yet it felt like a violation.

Nicholas’s touch, his spanks, his whispered threats—they’d marked me, body and mind. I didn’t want to betray Nicholas, didn’t want to lie to Julian.

But the money, the degree, the trap—I was caught.

The study door opened, and Nicholas reappeared, a glass of bourbon in hand. His eyes narrowed, as I quickly adjusted my skirt and tried to move but failed. It was painful.

“Your stuff will be here in the morning. ” he told, striding toward me.

“ y-yes, sir,” my voice came out as a whisper as my legs quivered.

“ rest well little maid. Your training starts tomorrow. “