Her Lord's Claim (The Forbidden Saga #4) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,29

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She nodded in acceptance uttering a very soft, “Yes, sir.”

Patting his lap, he said, “It’s time, little one.” When she bent as if to lay herself across his legs, he shook his head. “No, you’ll sit,” he instructed, guiding her down until she was straddling his lap. She blushed bright red as her bare bottom pressed against the support of his rock-hard thighs. He watched her face as her slowly began to spread his legs apart which, of course, caused hers to open as well. The soft gasp she gave as he opened her further morphed into a moan as she felt the air flow against the wetness of the very flagrantly exposed pouch of her sex. Lucas remained silent as he slid one arm around her waist and gently pulled her down, angling her body to the side until her torso was lying on the settee, her arms trapped beneath her where fingers were still clasping her dress and pinafore. He smiled as she gave another gasp when he spread his legs even further, watching as she buried her face into the cushion as if doing so would allow her entire body to become invisible. Lucas continued making slight adjustments until her bare little buttocks were directly centered between his spread legs. With her petite size, her feet had left the floor, her toes pointed as she struggled to find the support of the floor.

“Settle, Lucy,” Lucas said as she continued to squirm. “You’re perfectly safe,” he assured her. Though he was extremely aware that nothing truly supported her bare bottom as it hung between his open legs, he’d not allow her to fall.

“Give me your hands,” Lucas ordered, and Lucy lifted her torso slightly in order to pull her hands from beneath her, slowly putting one and then the other behind her. Taking both her wrists in one of his hands, he said, “Good girl,” before pinning her hands to the small of her back.

“Up on your toes, lift your bottom,” Lucas ordered, and she began to cry. Lucas ignored her tears, knowing this was difficult for her but also willing to give her the opportunity to obey, teaching her that punishment should never be comfortable, that naughtiness would require embarrassing orders, would demand a price that was meant to be difficult to pay. After several moments of her wiggling and shifting, he realized her petite size made it impossible for her to obey this order. “Hold on,” he said, making sure his arm was around her waist before he lifted up and moved forward until his hips were on the edge of the settee, closing his legs just a bit until she could properly position her feet. Once she was on her tiptoes, he opened his stance another inch or two which made it harder, but she still could maintain the required position.

“Tilt your bottom up,” he remined and savored every moment it took her to obey, drinking in the view of all she had so wanted desperately to hide. “Your legs will be spread and will always be well-open for punishment, Lucille,” he said, purposefully using words that would paint a picture in her mind that would cause her to feel the vulnerability of her position all that much more. “You chose to flagrantly display your misbehavior this morning, and you will not be allowed to hide yourself from me when I punish you for that naughtiness.”

Her body hitched as she gave a sob. Placing the paddle against her pale heart-shaped bottom, Lucas knew it would be the first of many times he’d do so. “Naughty little girls get their bottoms spanked don’t they, Lucy?” When she didn’t answer, he rubbed the tip of the paddle in a circle against her flesh. “And you’ll learn that when those same naughty little girls don’t answer their papas, their spankings are much longer. Want to try again?”

“Ye… yes, sir.”

“Yes, what?”

“They get spanked.”

“Who gets spanked?” he asked, not about to make this first time easy for her, wanting it to be a firm reminder she could pull out and consider when making choices.

Another wiggle, a gasp as the movement had a foot lifting from the floor, and the resettling on his knees all preceded her answer. “Naug-naughty girls.”

“And were you a very naughty girl this morning?”

“Ye-yes, sir, but I-I’m very sorry,” she said.

“I know you are, little one, but you made the choice to throw a tantrum and now you must pay for that choice. You may cry, you