Page 8 of House Divided
Madeline wasn’t certain if Enoch had meant to sound condescending, but he certainly came across that way.
“Men,” she muttered in disgust. Enoch stopped what he was doing and frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
“It’s just typical,” shot back Madeline, angry and embarrassed. “Every guy thinks he’s a goddam alpha and can order a woman around like he’s king of the woods, or whatever.”
Enoch set his supplies down and moved to stand in front of Madeline. Once again, the aura of power radiated from the man as he gave her his full attention.
“Madeline Marx,” he enunciated crisply, and something tingled in her stomach at hearing her full name from his lips, “I’m taking charge of this situation because I know what I’m doing and have had to survive against the odds for a very long time. You, on the other hand, have done nothing to help the situation since I woke you up. You are behaving poorly and need to correct your behavior before I lose my temper.”
Madeline didn’t know what to make of her own response to his scolding. Her mind was furious at his dismissal of her capabilities, and also embarrassed by the fact that, despite his arrogance, he was basically right. Her body, however, had taken that tingle in her stomach and spread it to her core.
No one talked to her like this man just had. In her role as CEO of a galactically famous corporation, Madeline had become accustomed to deference, and there was none to be seen here. She was not sure what to make of it, and it had thrown her off-balance.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m some kind of misbehaving brat,” she seethed.
“Don’t act like a misbehaving brat, then,” he retorted. “I’m not one of your flunkies, to be ordered around. You may not know this, but actions have consequences. Even yours. Last warning.”
“Last warning or what?” sneered Madeline. This entire conversation was not what she wanted, but this arrogant man was pressing all of her buttons.
“Keep up this bratty attitude, and you’ll end up over my knee. That’s what, Madeline Marx.”
“I’ll end upwhere?” exploded Madeline, incredulous. “Have you completely lost your mind?” She did her best to ignore the thrill that his words had ignited, deep in her body.What the hell is wrong with you?she thought to herself.
Enoch held up an admonitory finger. “You’ve been warned.”
“Get your finger out of my face!” Madeline shouted, slapping his hand away.
She wasn’t even sure what happened next, but Enoch Immanuelmovedwith astonishing speed, seizing her wrist and her waist, and before she knew it, Enoch was sitting in a flight seat, with Madeline facedown over his lap. He was using one of his powerful legs to trap her thighs and held her wrists together behind her back with one hand.
“I warned you,” he observed, and brought his hand down hard on her upturned ass. Pain and heat flared across Madeline’s bottom.
“Ow!” she cried. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Delivering consequences,” replied Enoch, bringing his hand down again, and again, and again.
He was a powerful man. As much as she struggled, Madeline found that she could not move. His grip was like iron, and his hand, unfortunately, was like wood. His strikes were merciless.
“Stop itright now!” cried Madeline.
“One more word out of you, and I bare your bottom,” replied Enoch calmly. His firm spanking continued. He was distressingly thorough.
“I’m warning you!” shouted Madeline helplessly.
“And I warned you,” replied Enoch. Gripping the waistband of her slacks, he pulled sharply, peeling them off. With a second pull, he removed her panties as well, leaving Madeline Marx’s shapely ass fully exposed.
Enoch paused for a moment.What was he doing? Was he just staring at my ass?Madeline felt something stir beneath her hips.The man is aroused!
So was Madeline, to her great distress. She had played at submission before but always with men whom she knew she could dominate and bend to her will. What was happening right now…it made her furious, but her body was loving it and responding in unexpected ways.
“Now,” said Enoch, bringing his hand down firmly yet again on a squirming bottom that was already pink, “now the lesson begins in earnest.” He increased the rhythm and intensity of her discipline.
Madeline had stopped protesting. There were too many signals coming from her body, and they were confusing and contradictory. Enoch’s spanking hurt more and more with each smack, there was no denying that. But there was also no denying that her arousal was increasing with each smack as well, to the point that Madeline was worried that she might be leaving the evidence of her arousal upon the knee of his pants.
Enoch, noticing that she was no longer crying out or complaining, paused the spanking, resting a wide and powerful hand upon her tender bottom.
“Ready to behave?” he asked.
