With her torso and legs dangling down from either side of his lap, he easily flipped up her skirt—Goddess, did he love the little skirts she wore—and massaged her buttocks over the scrap of silky material she wore underneath. Then he pulled the panties down, just low enough to bare her rounded globes so he could warm them to his touch.
“Why am I doing this, Amelia?”
She didn’t respond and he tapped her bottom.
“Because I yelled,” she gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“Yes, you couldn’t control your anger on your own so I will help.”
She snorted but he didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he lifted his hand from her bottom and came down heavy with a strike across both cheeks.