Page 18 of Renegade
“Now push your arms forward, face down, ass in the air.”
I follow his directions to a tee.
“Not bad,” he concedes.
I shoot him a triumphant I-told-you-so look.
He responds with a lifted eyebrow and an oh-yeah-we’ll-see-about-that look of his own.
“Spanking is a big part of the lifestyle, so we might as well try it while you’re trying out various positions. Since you’re so sure you can do this,” he adds smugly. “Might as well find out now, right?”
“Um, right,” I say, trying to sound like my heart isn’t thundering in my chest at the thought. Maybe this was a mistake.
“I’ll just use my hand. We’ll save the other implements for another day.”
I swallow hard. “Other implements?”
“Sure. There are floggers, paddles, riding crops, canes, whips…” He smiles for the first time since he started barking out instructions, and I have to admit, I love Walker’s smile. It completely transforms his face, even though that wicked gleam in his eye is making me a little nervous. “But as I said, tonight I’ll just teach you about the positions and go easy on you. Position is important, and is meant to work to the advantage of the dom and the disadvantage of the submissive. The position should display her bottom to full advantage and exposure, with the cheeks fully presented and split and the undersides turned up. If it’s done right, it should give the dom a little peek at her sex, as well. A proper position offers him full access and allows him to easily restrain her while administering the spanking. For the submissive, the pleasure comes from presenting herself for the spanking, losing control until it’s over, and not being able to clench—which adds to the anticipation.”
It sounds like he’s reciting a research article. Which is possibly true. Walker has an incredible memory. It’s the only way he was able to make it to his junior year of high school without knowing how to read.
“You should teach a class on this.” My attempt at levity is not working. I am growing more and more apprehensive—and more and more aroused—each second.
“There’s a hands-on-ankles pose. Try it. Keep your knees and back straight.”
I slowly grasp my ankles, feeling the heat flush my face.
I wait for the blow with my heart thumping, but after what seems like an interminable time, he finally says, “Good. You can stand up now. Let’s try kneeling in a chair.”
He grabs the black-and-white, padded, armless chair McKenzie and I picked up at an estate sale last year and effortlessly yanks it around. “Kneel in it facing the back of the chair with your upper torso slightly leaning over the back.”
I follow his directions, moving as deliberately and sexually as possible. Two can play this game.
“Now arch your back a little.”
There’s a long silence, and I wonder what he’s doing.
“You look perfect,” he says softly. His voice becomes more businesslike as he continues. “This position really showcases a gorgeous ass. Kind of like high heels make a woman’s legs look shapelier, kneeling in a chair makes her butt look curvier and more enticing.”
I find myself wondering if he thinks my ass falls in the gorgeous category. Not that it matters. All I care about is what Declan thinks.
“Okay. Let’s try over the desk. Or in our case, the table.”
My gaze follows his to the kitchen table.
“Bend over it with your chest and your cheek pressed to the table.”
I arrange my body over the table like he’s instructed. The smooth wood feels cool and sensual against my nearly naked skin, and I can feel the telltale trickle of arousal between my legs. This is hot as hell.
“Put your arms over your head.”
I do as he says, realizing it forces my back to arch like it did when I knelt in the chair. Is he getting as turned on as I am? If he is, he doesn’t say. He just continues on as if he’s teaching algebra to a class full of bored teenagers.
“Widen your stance a little.”
I inch my feet farther apart, conscious of the increased vulnerability I feel as my sex becomes exposed, along with my bottom.
“This is a fun position for role play—maybe you didn’t turn your homework in on time or you were caught cheating. Not that you would do that.”
