She made another tiny unintelligible sound.“Come. Now,” he said firmly.She obeyed him, walking over and stopping to stand before him, looking doubtful. He offered her his hand and guided her across his lap, helping her situate a small pillow under her upper body for comfort. He pulled up her skirt and petticoat and blinked, overcome by the urge to caress the soft skin underneath them. He squeezed his eyes closed and shoved the thought firmly away, arranging the skirts in a business-like manner, out of the way.He could sense that she was holding her breath, her entire body stiff, listening. He was starting to regret having her over his lap. He'd chosen it because he meant for the punishment to be mild, but she wasn't his wife and this position put her so very close to him, her soft flesh pressing against his hard thighs in an intoxicating manner. It was impossible to be unmoved by the sensuousness curves presented precisely for his chastisement. In fact, it was pure, delicious agony.Well, all he could do was mete out the punishment as properly as possible and get it behind them.
