Page 47 of Black Sheep

“Yes,” she pants.

The first strike of his palm against her ass is startlingly loud and from my position standing in front of them, I see the red handprint bloom to life on her skin.

“Jesus Christ,” she hisses.

I watch as my brother relaxes, his shoulders drooping, like spanking her drained some of the relentless antsy tension he’s always filled with. Lifting his arm, he spanks her again, striking her in a controlled pattern, first one cheek, then the other, moving steadily down her cheeks toward her thighs.

Alabama shrieks, writhes and yells for Vik to stop, but he just calmly spanks her over and over until her cries become sobs.

Spanking has never been my thing. A quick ass smack during sex maybe. A playful tap on butt to get a girl moving, then sure. But the idea of having a woman ass up over my lap and spanking her until her skin is red and hot to the touch, isn’t something I’ve ever really considered wanting.

But watching Vik master Alabama in such a visceral way. Fucking hell, my dick is hard. My hand tingles with phantom pain, like I’m the one whose palm is crashing down against her skin. My mouth is dry and my balls are heavy and my dick hurts, but I just can’t look away.

When her body goes limp, Vik’s spanks slow to heavy thuds rather than sharp slaps. “You belong to us. You’reourprisoner,ourwoman,ourwife. You do not flirt with other men and if we ever find out you have, we’ll make you watch as we put a bullet through his skull, then I’ll punish you until you never look at any other man but us ever again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,”she sobs.

“Good girl,” he coos, his tone softening as he caresses her red butt with his hand, soothing her. “You did so well taking your punishment.”

She doesn’t speak, but her sobs soften.

“Come now, almost over,” he says, lifting her upright; holding her while she finds her balance. His touch is almost reverent as he walks her to the corner of the room, positioning her with her face pressed into the wall, her legs shoulder width but stepped back, forcing her red ass onto display.

I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I know he’s speaking to her. Whatever it is, she’s not tensing, or fighting and when he steps away, she stays in position, not moving.

No one speaks as Vik backs up until he’s standing beside my desk, his eyes on the naked woman against the wall.

“What the fuck was that?” Vik asks, his voice so low I can barely hear him.

“You want this kind of relationship with her, don’t you?”

“I never—” he starts.

“I assumed you bringing up your parents and grandparents arrangement was your way of telling us this was something you need. I told her you’d spank her as a threat, but when I saw she wasn’t exactly horrified by the idea, I thought why not?” Shrugging, I force my gaze from Alabama’s ass to Vik. “Was I wrong?”

“No, that was… that was…” He trails off, struggling for words.

“What if she just hates us all more for this?” Lev asks,coming to stand beside us.

“She won’t,” I say with a confidence I don’t entirely believe.

“I’m not spanking her. I refuse to hurt her like that,” Lev growls with a hint of anger.

“I have no interest in spanking her either, although I do like the drugged expression on her face when you stood her up, naked and softly compliant,” I whisper.

“She took it so beautifully, like she needed it almost as much as I did,” Vik murmurs reverently.

“How long are you planning on leaving her over there?” Lev snaps.

“Just a minute longer. Dimi, you can have her at dinner, I’ll need to be with her this morning.”

“That’s fine, just try not to piss her off again.” I chuckle and Vik snaps his gaze to me and glares.

Turning his attention back to Alabama he calls. “Ali, come here.”

Moving slowly, she turns around and steps forward. It’s like she’s forgotten that she’s naked, because her pace is slow, but it’s not because she’s self-conscious.

“Come on, Baby, all the way here,” Vik coaxes her.