Page 25 of Claimed
When she got to the end of a chapter, Trish took advantage of the time Jordan spent in the bathroom before bed to take the small test on the material. She hadn’t retained nearly as much of it as she’d wanted to, and she made a face at the score displayed on the tablet as Jordan moved back into the room.
“What?” He reached out and pulled the tablet from her grasp before she could respond. He frowned. “You normally score much better than this.”
“I normally don’t have someone distracting me the whole time I’m studying,” Trish muttered under her breath and then flinched, shocked she’d let that bit of sass out, and waited for his reaction. She eyed Jordan while he scrolled through her test answers as if he hadn’t heard what she’d said, which wasn’t possible.
His lack of reaction left her quaking because it was so unexpected. Not that Trish had been that sassy, but, for her, it felt like a major leap. It was something she normally would have held back; not just because she expected punishment—although that had been her immediate fear—but because it felt like banter.
Like the kind of interaction Trish had only ever had with someone she’d liked and trusted.
Trish hadn’t let people into her life easily. Too many were cruel or only interested in relationships for the advantages those relationships could bring. Since being taken by Jordan, though, she’d occasionally bantered with Laura or with Trix when she was in the kitchen or getting food.
And now with Jordan.
Trish curled in on herself, holding her knees to her suddenly aching chest as she faced the fact that she was more comfortable with him than she ought to be.
Jordan shook his head and put the tablet down, giving her a wicked little smile that set her heart racing. “If you’re being distracted, you’ll just have to try harder. Tomorrow you’ll take the test again. In the meantime…”
He reached out and snagged her ankle, and Trish squealed as he pulled her toward him. The little leap in her chest was fear but… not terror. The fear wasn’t even real fear: it was more like excitement and anxiety mixed up into one jumbled, confusing emotion.
She was more confused as he sat down on the bed and took her wrist, pulling her upright and over his lap.
“Wait—what? What did I do?”
While Jordan might spank Trish during sex when she wasn’t being punished for anything, he’d never put her over his knee before without a reason.
“Eleven answers incorrect.” He flipped her skirt up and pressed her shoulders down.
Seriously?! He would spank her for not doing well on a test of material she wasn’t even in real school for?
“Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll think about this and focus more.”
Smack!
The weirdest emotion ran through Trish as Jordan’s hand fell on her ass.
This wasn’t punishment because she’d done something he didn’t like or disobeyed an order. This was because Jordan wanted her to do well at something Trish also wanted to do well at. It was a kind of encouragement.
Smack!
“Ow!” His hand felt harder than a paddle, smacking down across the center of her ass again, right over the spot he’d swatted before, making her skin blaze. Her cheeks clenched,renewing her awareness of the plug inside her, which had become all too easy to forget sometimes.
Trish might not like this kind of encouragement. It hurt, even if it did make her feel all weirdly warm and fuzzy inside. She might not like that, either.
Smack!
Jordan wasn’t holding back. Even though the third blow was focused on her right cheek, she felt it as hard as she had the second, which had landed on already pink skin.
Smack!
Left cheek. Trish let out a little cry, kicking her legs as the sting burned and tears sparked in her eyes. Why did he care about a stupid test?!
Smack!
Right back in the middle. Trish howled. The center of her bottom pulsed with stinging heat.
Jordan paused for a moment and rubbed his hand over her abused skin, making Trish whimper as his palm roughly abraded her reddened flesh. Then he lifted his hand again.
Smack!