Chapter Eighty-Seven

“Wow, he did a number on your ass. And right there in your classroom, huh?”

She ignored the smirk in Damien’s tone as she fixed his dinner. True to his word yesterday, he made her strip as soon as she walked in the door. He didn’t even permit her to do it in the bedroom but made her stand right there at the front door and take her clothes off. She should be happy, she supposed, that he allowed her to at least close the door.

He ran his hand over her bare ass, making her jump slightly at the sudden touch, and she didn’t miss the chuckle that slipped from his lips. “I might have to keep a ruler nearby. Your ass looks hot as hell with those square welts across your pale flesh.” He leaned in, his lips close to her ear. “I bet your cunt dripped like crazy with each swat, didn’t it?”

She closed her eyes and sucked in a slow breath. While she hated to admit it, he was right. “Yes, sir. Not just the spanking but that he did it at my desk in the classroom rather than my office.”

He squeezed