Mia’s pov
A startled gasp tore past my lips as I blinked at the throw pillows on the couch in shock while my brain reeled from what had just happened right now.
Lorenzo had… spanked me.
He actually spanked me.
At once, I began to struggle but Lorenzo’s grip was firm, forcing me to hiss out a breath in annoyance and disbelief.
Why is he doing this? Since when did this become normal?
Lorenzo only snickered as I tugged my arms backwards and before I could get more than a startled sound, a warm material was being wrapped around my wrist, and a glance at it showed that it was Lorenzo’s tie which had been hanging loosely around his neck moments ago.
“Just what are you doing?” I demanded while trying to get out of his hold, but his grip didn’t loosen for a second, causing me to huff out an irritated sound.
“What does it seem like I’m doing?” Came his response, low and mocking as the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth fill up the room.
“You can’t be serious right now, speaking me like I’m some six year old!” I spat out while glaring down at the material of the couch.
“Oh, you know deep down that I most definitely am being serious right now.” He husked out, and before I could attempt to respond, his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head backwards harshly and sending a rush of heat through my entire body at once.
“Since you’ve decided to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one, hm?”
My mouth which had been hanging open after the rush of heat flooded my entire body snapped close as soon as the heat melted away a little. I scowled as I forced the next words out.
“What? Who’s acting like a brat? What does that even mean?”
I hated how he currently had me bent over the hand of the couch right now, not only because of how short the dress I currently have on is, but because he felt extremely close to me this way, and that was making so many things happen to my body at once. I hated it, because those feelings were scotching and threatened to burn me whole. The feeling of his large palms resting on my hips right now was making tingles shoot through the curve of my spine, and that’s something which I definitely shouldn’t be experiencing from someone like Lorenzo of all people.
“I’ll show you what it means alright.” He murmured, and when his palm connected with my ass in the next moment, color flooded my cheeks as I let out another stuttered gasp. The slap sent a sharp gush of heat into the lowest part of my stomach at once, causing my eyelids to flutter while I tried to figure out why getting treated like this was making me feel something like that.
He spanked that same spot again a fleeting moment later and an incoherent sound spilled past my lips while I hastily tried to scramble for something to hold unto because it seemed like I was about to fall into a deep hole from how intense all the shots of heat through every inch of my body was making me feel.
“This is how brats like you should get treated.” He muttered as his palm connected with the left side of my buttcheeks and my face felt like it was on fire from how much embarrassment I was currently feeling. This is not only embarrassing, the fact that each rush of pain shooting through my body was melting into something hot and sinful, was absolutely mortifying.
I wanted to say something vile to me, to tell him off and ask him to go fuck himself, but each words died in my throat as each spanks gets delivered on my buttcheeks.
The sound of his palm meeting my cheeks were loud and obscene, it made my cheeks burn even brighter and I’m sure I’d look like a blazing lobster right now should a mirror be placed in front of me. As soon as I tried to get a snarky word out, the word gets morphed into a gasp and a breathy sound, and I have no idea what to make of that, nor do I have any desire to actually dwell on that right now.
“Now, count for me like a good girl.” He demanded and the words sent a rush of brighter heat through my entire body, causing my head to drop against the couch bonelessly as I panted into it. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I hated how all of this felt good to my body, in this kind of situation where I should be annoyed.
“W… what?” I whispered in confusion.
“I know you don’t really want me to repeat myself.” He responded and I felt way more humiliated right now at the thought of him actually wanting me to count as he spanked me, like I was some sort of… kid.
“I refuse.” I blurted out at once while panting hard, entire body tensed in nervousness because I knew Lorenzo’s hates when I do this.
A lesser man might have roared out in anger, but Lorenzo wasn’t the complete opposite of that, which was why I really shouldn’t have been surprised when he let out a low, thoughtful hum, right before his nails grazed the side of my throat.
“Care to repeat that?” He whispered into my ear, and then his tongue glided over the curve of my ear, causing my eyes to flutter close as I trembled against his chest which is currently pressed against my back.
“Be a good girl and do the needful.” He husked into my ear, and then his fingers inched up my jaw to press into my cheeks in a silent warning. My heart pounded hard against my chest and a mortifying mewl bubbled in my throat as a dull pain shot through my cheeks.
When he pulled away and spanked the underside of my ass this time, a whimper thumbled past my lips and I burned my face on the couch for a few, fleeting moments.
And then I hit on my bottom lip and hesitated a second longer before letting out quietly.
“O- one.”