He lost count of the times he brought his hand down on her quivering flesh, even having to swap hands occasionally as his right one grew numb, so heaven knew what her bottom felt like. Evan stopped only when he couldn’t land another smack. His arms were tired, his hands sore and his cock was desperate to sink into some delicious warm girl flesh.

“Get up,” he said suddenly, giving her a shove. She fell to the floor in a jumble of limbs, but to her credit she instantly recovered and moved to a kneeling position in front of him. He raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, you are a good girl, aren’t you? Done this before then, have you?”

Given her natural skin tone, he figured that pinkish-red was quite an achievement. He’d teach the disobedient bitch to use his damn bath!

The more he beat Rochelle, the more confident he became that she was, in fact, an old pro at this kind of treatment. She didn’t scream, didn’t wail, and now, the only movements she made were the inevitable jerks caused by the force of his blows. He did, however, hear her sharp intakes of breath with every blow. She was good, but not infallible. Which was fine, actually, because he wanted to spank a flesh and blood woman, not a machine.

And spank her he did.

“Hey,” he said sharply. “Keep still. I haven’t decided how many spanks you’re going to get yet, but I can always keep increasing the number until you do as you’re damn told.”

He heard Rochelle suck in a trembling breath, then, “Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“I should think so, too.” He gave her a moment to wriggle back into position, then he really let loose on her. He barely paused between blows, raining spanks down on her arse until a wash of pink showed, then eventually grew closer to red.

He stroked her rear, grinning as he realised her skin was still a little damp from the bath. That would make his blows all the more painful for her.

He continued to sweep his hand lightly over her cheeks, relaxing her as much as possible. Then when the first blow came, she’d be more surprised. Probably. Before long his dick was so hard that he thought it would explode, and he decided to stop delaying, and start spanking.

What that, he lifted his hand and landed the first blow on Rochelle’s curvy arse. She let out a hiss—more of shock than anything, the pain wouldn’t have bloomed just yet—and jerked her hips forward, causing her to wobble on his legs.

“Excellent. Now, get up here and put yourself over my knees. Perhaps if it hurts to sit down for a week, you won’t be tempted to use my facilities as though they were yours again. Come on.”

The way Rochelle moved into the position he’d commanded indicated that she was no stranger to being put over someone’s knees and spanked. He wondered just how experienced she was. But that was a conversation for another time. Right now he was going to make her arse—and his hand—red hot.