Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (inspirational novels .TXT) 📕

a word, he sits and brings me to one side of him. Before I can wrap my head around his intention, he lowers me over his lap. His hand goes to my shorts and tugs them down to my knees so fast that I’m reeling from shock.

He grabs both my hands and brings them to my lower back. After clasping my wrists in one of his, he palms my naked bottom. “I told you I would spank you when you misbehave. I’d say you were a very naughty girl. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I’m nervous. He’s only spanked me once, and I liked it. A lot. Will it be the same this time?

He lifts his hand and spanks me right in the center.

I gasp as my body flinches.

“Stay still, sweet girl. If you squirm, it will only make your punishment worse.”

I try hard not to move. I close my eyes and grit my teeth while he rubs my bottom and then spanks me again. It stings but it’s tolerable.

The next swat lands on one cheek, and the fourth on the other cheek. After that, I lose count while he spanks me over and over until my bottom is burning hot.

Finally, he’s done and he releases my wrists and rubs my bottom for several moments.

A combination of emotions bombards me. The burn hurts. That’s the honest truth. But at the same time, my pussy jolted with every swat and now it’s swollen and wet. I’m exhausted from holding myself stiff during my punishment. My body hangs limply over his thighs, and I don’t even care that he’s rubbing my bottom.

Actually, I do care. It feels good, and damn him, but it’s taking away the sting.

After a while, he pulls my shorts back up and stands me in front of him. His hands are on my waist and he looks me in the eye. “You won’t try to tease me with your body again, will you, sweetie?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir.”

“Did you like having your little bottom spanked?”

I shake my head again. “No, Sir.”

He lifts a brow. “You sure?”

I swallow. “Maybe a little. I mean, I like how it makes me feel, but I don’t like being in trouble.”

“Good girl. I like your honesty. Now, are you done worrying about your titties?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Can we get back to our workout?”

I nod.

The punishment is forgotten and Davis spends the rest of the hour introducing me to his weights and how to properly use them. When we’re done, he leads me to his bedroom and into his master bathroom.

I’m confused and a little surprised, but I say nothing as he turns on the shower and then pulls my sweat-soaked clothes off me. While he unravels my braid, I look around. His shower is amazing. Except for one tile wall, the rest is glass, and it doesn’t even have a door. It’s deep enough to walk into it without getting the room soaked.

Davis still has his clothes on, but he takes off his shoes and then leads me into the enclosure. “Step under the spray, sweetie.”

I do as I’m told while he grabs a bottle of shampoo. I notice he has a second set of products he likes me to use in his shower and I tingle all over as I realize that means sometimes he intends to bring me in here. Like now.

“Come here, sweetie.”

Ah, now I get it. He’s going to bathe me, but he’s not going to be naked with me. I’m kind of disappointed, but on the other hand, I’m still off-kilter from misbehaving and getting my bottom spanked, so seeing his nude body right now might be more than I can take.

I close my eyes as he rubs my scalp. I keep them closed while he washes the rest of my body with the baby soap. He doesn’t linger very long on my tits or my pussy though, and that’s kind of disappointing.

Finally, he pats my bottom. “Rinse off.”

I stand under the spray while he waits with the conditioner in his hands, and then I come back to him and turn around so he can coat my hair again. When he’s done, he keeps one hand on my shoulder, pulls my hair up out of the way, and leans down a bit to look at my bottom.

His free hand strokes my tender skin. “That’s going to sting for a while, sweetie, but you’ll be okay. It won’t bruise.”

I’m embarrassed and say nothing.

“Go ahead and rinse again.” He steps out of the shower, and when I’m finished, I turn off the water and join him. He’s holding a towel and he pats my body from head to toe before squeezing most of the moisture out of my hair.

He never wraps me in a towel, and I gather he doesn’t like to give me a sense of privacy. I’m not permitted to hide my body from him. It’s his to touch when he wants. It’s his to expose when and how he wants. My body belongs to this man. I’ve been made painfully aware that I’m not allowed to flaunt this knowledge or use it to my advantage, but I fully admit I’m his in every way.

It’s heady. I like how he looks at me, especially when I’m naked. He adores me. Every time I dare to glance at the front of his shorts, I see the evidence of just how I affect him. I don’t need to put on a striptease. He thinks my body is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. All I have to do is look into his eyes to confirm this.

He’s damp as he leads me down the hall. I’m completely naked, but I let him take my hand and I follow him obediently. When we reach my room, he heads for the bathroom and picks up a pair of panties from my vanity.

He bends down to help me put them on and then he’s holding a second tank top. It’s almost the same as the one I