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squirmed and she looked up at him over her shoulder, trying to hide the dread in her deep blue eyes. He
bent the belt in half with his hand around the two loose ends and with his free hand he reached for the
top of Evie's thong panties.
"Beckett, please," she suddenly pleaded with her head hung down.
"You can always leave, Miss Pennyflower," he said callously. Incredibly feeling a heavy weight
in his balls.
"Never, you brute," she hissed, still not looking at him. "Just get this over with," she finished
tightly.
"My pleasure," he murmured, watching the crack of her cute ass clench tight as he pulled the
thong down over her hips and to the back hollow of her knees. The position and the view of Evie's
naked vulnerability was the most carnal he had ever experienced in his life. He cautioned himself to
curb his natural strength, he wanted to sting Evie's bottom, make it rosy-pink like some good old-
fashioned little girl's spanking, he had no intentions of crossing any lines into beating. Still he wanted
Evie squirming and a few tears would not hurt.
Smack!
"Oh hh!"
Beckett watched mesmerized as the twin rumps of Evie's pudding-filled ass cheeks drew inward
dramatically with the slap of his belt. He could tell Evie was going to be very vocal about this just like
any little girl would be in the attempt to make their punishment lighter.
Smack!
"Ow, Beckett!"
Beckett ignored Evie's theatrical cry, knowing the belt stung but not as badly as she was howling.
Instead he watched her feminine buttocks lurched inward then upward as he swung the belt again
through the air toward the sensuous crack of her squirming ass.
Smack!
"Oh hh!"
Now Beckett saw two pink lines of punishment beginning to stain Evie's pillowed rump cheeks
as she danced around on her toes while holding her upper body flat and tense across the table. Man-oh-
man, punishing a woman's butt was intoxicating
Smack!
"Ouch-ouch! Beckett!"
With a precise aim bent completely toward the lustful, Beckett slapped his belt across the tender
under curves of Evie's dancing ass. He watched the belt cupped underneath both of her buttocks lifting
her into a high-stepping prance! The eye-catching sight of her jiggling feminine ass was riveting.
Smack!
"Ow-OW!"
Now Evie's luscious ass cringed with dramatic clenching motions tightening along the tender
crack!
Smack!
"Oooooo!"
The belt hooked around both of Evie's buttocks, corralling her opulent flesh for a split-second
with snapping force!
Smack!
"Ooooplease!" Evie's rosy ass cheeks danced upward, wriggling with another tight pucker that
was ungodly lustful!
Smack!
"OOOOOPLEASE!" Evie screeched as she pushed upward off the table and Beckett caught both
of her flinching buttock cheeks again!
Smack!
"Nooo more!" Evie begged with a dry sob, covering her hands over the bright pink marks on her
punished bottom as she made an attempt to get away. But he had her cornered in the breakfast nook.
There were tears in her eyes as she turned to face him backing against the window with her panties
down around her knees. "Isn't that enough, Beckett?" she pleaded.
Hell, he wished . . . He wished like hell he could kiss her. She was just so damn sexy. This
spanking was just so damn sexy. "Maybe," he muttered, as he stepped closer and Evie scrunched
against the window tightly. "If . . . ," he murmured.
". . . If what, Beckett?" she whispered. "If what?"
He was close now only a hand's space from Evie and she had to tilt her head back to look up at
him. He really loved her freckles. "If three things," he said.
"Three," she breathed, licking her rosebud lips with the tip of her tongue. She seemed more
breathless by the minute and not from the spanking.
"First," he began slowly. "You will promise not to threaten me with the sheriff again." He brought
the belt up slowly and let the loop trace Evie's delicate collarbone.
"All right, Beckett. I realized it not do me any good, if I did. So I promise."
Feisty to the end, Beckett thought, as he languidly traced the belt loop down through Evie's
cleavage. She quivered. "Secondly, you will come into town with me so that I can do some shopping.
I'm not leaving you here to get into more trouble."
"I-I can do that," she whispered, just lightly lifting her breast up to him. But he caught the
motion.
"And thirdly," he murmured, rubbing the belt down across her bare midriff . . . down . . . down.
"You'll kiss me."
"Mmm." Evie's eyelids had fluttered shut as his belt loop stroked beneath her short frilly pink
skirt. Right down into the V between her thighs that was bare because of her panties stilling hanging off
her knees. Beckett got the distinct impression that Evie had not really heard his last request. She was
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