Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 45 (Smut)

"It's what I know," she smirked defiantly. "You always give me what I want."

"Oh we'll see about that," he chuckled as he removed his hand from her throat. "But for now, your punishment."

"My what?" she gasped, "No! You aren't going to do shit to me, Marc Weiland."

He smirked as he watched, "I told you I was going to spank you twice for every slap you gave me. You hit me five times so that's ten spankings. Now you can either be a good girl and come here willingly but if I have to chase you, you aren't going to like it."

"Like hell you will," she glared as she shoved off the couch. "LET ME GO!" She screamed as North easily caught her. "NO! Let go!"

"Fine," North chuckled as he dropped her onto Marc's lap.

Marc slapped her ass, "if you kick me you will regret it Alina," he warned.

"Then let me go," she huffed as she tried to push off his lap.

"Not until you learn your lesson," he shook his head.

"Fine, I learned my lesson now let go," she pleaded.

"And what lesson was that?" Corey asked as he watched.

"I'll quit hitting Marc," she sighed. "And I'll tell you about the phone call."

"Try again," Marc chuckled. "We already know you aren't taking any jobs anymore, Beautiful. If you were, you would have left already. Nice try though and thank you for confirming our suspicions on it."

"Then what?"

"You know what," Marc chuckled. "Now," he rubbed her cloth covered ass, "are you ready for your punishment? Ten spankings, that's all."

"No," she shook her head. "No spankings. I'm done."

"Nope," Marc chuckled. "Your first time we'll leave your clothes on but after today, every time you need spankings, your clothes will be removed, understood, Beautiful?"

"No, let go Marc," she shook her head as she tried to get up. "I don't agree with this."

"Well too bad, I'm not giving in to letting you go," Marc chuckled. "You need to learn your lesson on when you are bratting after continued warnings." He rubbed her ass one more time before slapping it, "One." She gasped making Kota, Corey, and North smirk, "Count Beautiful or it won't count."

"One," she whispered as she appreciated him rubbing the sting away. He suddenly spanked her again, "Two."

"Good girl," they praised.

By the eighth one, each of them were stroking themselves. "Look Alina," Marc groaned as she pressed into his hand ever so slightly. "Look at them."

She gasped when she saw they had stripped and were stroking their hard cocks. "Seriously?" she whimpered as he slapped her ass, which she was pretty sure was red now. "Nine."

"Fuck," North groaned as she pouted.

Marc slapped her ass one last time then slowly slid her shorts down, revealing her red cheeks. "Here," Corey said holding out a jar. Marc dipped his fingers into the gel then slowly spread it over his handprints, making her gasp at the sudden cooling sensation. "You did so good, Sweetheart," Corey smiled as he sat the jar down.

"Thank you," She sniffled.

"Damn Beautiful, you are soaked," Marc groaned as he slid his fingers down between her legs. She moaned as she felt him gently move his thumb in a circle. "You liked getting punished?"

"No," She moaned yet her body pressed against his thumb seeking more friction.

"I think you did," he chuckled.