“Turn around. Put your hands flat against the door. Bend over.”

Slowly, I turned and positioned myself as Matt ordered. When I bent forward, my shorts tugged higher up my butt crack. 

Oh god. Of all the days to wear ultra short jeans shorts, it had to be today. My face burned with the added embarrassment that my ass was mostly exposed to my guardian.

“Jesus,” Matt murmured.

I looked over my shoulder at him. His expression was still unreadable, his fixed stare so intense. Tense energy charged the space between us and it seeped into my body.

“Is this how you want me, Matt?”

Blood rushed to my face. That sounded way dirtier than I’d intended.

“Yes,” he growled. “Face the door.”

Nervous, I stared at my splayed fingers pressed against the white wood. I did a lot of things to displease Matt over the years but he’d never once spanked me. This would be my first time getting spanked by anyone. It was going to hurt for sure. But how much? Would I be able to endure it?

“I’m going to spank you nine times,” Matt said. “Three each for the number of my relationships you meddled with. And you’ll say, ‘I’m sorry’ after every spank. That’s the only way I’ll believe you mean the words. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Matt stepped to my left side and placed his palm against the underside of my left butt cheek. I immediately tensed up. He didn’t cup or grab. His palm was simply pressed flat to my flesh.

And yet it felt so wrong and naughty. Matt was touching me! The man who was in charge of me and took care of me. His warmth seeped into my skin. It disturbed me that a part of me deep down liked Matt’s touch.