Cait and the Devil by Annabel Joseph Read Free Book Online

gaze.
    “It will make me happy if you obey me, Cait . And if you submit gracefully to punishment when you don’t. No more climbing up in trees to delay the inevitable.”
    She stole another anxious glance into his eyes, to find them sympathetic and kind.
    “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better.”
    “I’m sure you will. Afterward all will be forgiven.” He reached for her wrist and grasped it. “And hopefully a lesson will be learned.”
    “I’ve already learned my lesson. Believe me, I have.”
    He shook his head. “That won’t work. It won’t ever work with me.”
    He pulled her resisting figure over to a nearby stump. He sat and drew her over his lap.
    “And I don’t mean to frighten you, or hurt you capriciously. I only mean to teach you to obey.”
    He began to draw up the skirt of her gown, his hands skimming over the hem to touch her pale, lovely skin. His eyes drank in her shapely legs as they were revealed to him. She was rigid across his lap, blushing red.
    “Everyone will see if you punish me here. Can’t you do it somewhere more private?”
    “No.” If he took her anywhere private right now things would end only one way. “There’s no one at work in the orchard this afternoon. If you are quiet enough, no one will know.”
    “Please!” she pleaded as he bared her bottom to his gaze, trying to cover herself with her hands. “Please, I’m—”
    “Ashamed? You should be for your behavior today.” He took her hands and held them fast at the small of her back. He couldn’t help noticing how tiny they were. She was so delicate. Now, holding her petite frame across his lap, he was more certain than ever that she’d never withstand childbirth. All the more reason to rule her with a heavy hand. “Now lie still across my lap.”
    He spanked her once, watching the pink blush spread across her cheek. He spanked the other cheek and she moaned, a desperate pleading sound in her throat. He was only warming her up, just getting started. He intended to spank her soundly, but to his chagrin, he found himself distracted by her perfect, round globes. He spanked again, and again. She cried out and wiggled as a scarlet flush spread across her bottom. Spank marks soon rose to the surface. My God, the way she tensed waiting for the blows. The entire exercise was ridiculously arousing. Focus. The important thing was to teach her that disobedience was not acceptable. He increased the intensity, tightening his grip on her when she began to struggle.
    “Please, that hurts! Please stop!”
    “Hush.”
    He continued to rain strict, stinging spanks on her bottom until her fervent pleas turned to helpless moans and breathless sobs.
    “Okay,” he said finally, resting his hand on her trembling, bruised cheeks. “I believe I’ve made my point.”
    She didn’t answer, only lay limp over his lap, her soft cries and whimpers a more erotic sound to him than any on earth.
    “Okay,” he murmured. “It’s over now.” He allowed himself one final caress, brushing his open palm slowly across her burning skin. He pulled her skirts back down over her lovely bottom, her silken thighs. He took a deep breath, trying to erase the memory before it drove him mad. He pulled her up into his lap. He held her as he’d promised to, cradling her close. She sobbed into his chest, squirming as her sore bottom contacted the hardness of his thighs.
    “ Cait .” He stroked her hair lightly. “It’s over now. Do you feel you’ve learned your lesson?”
    “Yes! I don’t like it when you’re angry with me. I don’t ever want you to do that again. It hurt!”
    “I hope it will hurt for a while, lass. I meant for it to. A lingering reminder.” He rested his chin on top of her curls.
    “But it...it feels good to be held,” she whispered.
    Lord, but the lass told the truth. It felt too good. His rod had begun to rise the moment he drew her skirt up. Now he was aching and heavy with need. He shifted, trying not to reveal the