To Command and Collar (Masters of the Shadowlands, #6)(32)

“If you are sent somewhere for punishment, you will take this position.” He grasped her around the waist with merciless hands, sliding her forward until her hips met the edge of the narrow bench. Her head and shoulders hung down off one side; her knees barely touched the ground on the other.

His palm pressed firmly on her low back, and he set his foot on her calves. Immobilizing her.

A whimper escaped her as she tried to struggle.

He merely increased the weight on her. “Only three this time, chica. Count them for me.”

Oh God, oh God, oh God. She tensed and heard him sigh.

“I’m sorry, gatita, but we both must observe the rules.” His incredibly hard hand slapped her left butt cheek, not gently at all, and the stinging pain burst through her.

She jerked and gasped…and wasn’t allowed to move.

“Count?” he prompted.

“One.”

Thickening silence.