Who knew a massage on the buttocks could feel so erotic? I had barely finished the thought when a sharp, searing pain exploded across my skin, accompanied by the loud, echoing slap of Sullivan’s palm.

I let out a loud shout, jerking upward instantly, only to meet his icy, commanding gaze.

"Back to your position," he ordered coldly, treating me like his personal spanking tool. I opened my mouth to protest, but his voice cut through the air like a whip. "Every second you delay adds another strike."

His raw authority terrified me, freezing the words in my throat. I pressed my lips tightly together, knowing that arguing would only...