“Yes, they are. I reckon they’ll hear just how naughty you’ve been. Because I’m going to spank you loud enough so they hear.”

   Shit, he was completely serious. “The water,” she tried again.

   “Will be fine. Trying to get out of your spanking, however, only earns you more strokes.”

   She wisely kept her mouth shut.

   “Go stand in front of the counter. I want your hands on the edge, legs spread, and your backside raised up.”

   She didn’t move immediately. Instead, she watched as he opened up drawers, searching for something. But before she could see what he was looking for, he glanced up and saw her watching.

   “You’re only adding to your spanking,” he said and went back to searching in the drawers.

   Fuck. She left him to his hunt and crossed the floor to the spot he’d indicated. It wasn’t until she moved into position, that she heard the drawer close.

   He was quiet as he made his way to her and when he was behind her, he placed a wooden spoon with holes on the countertop to her right.

   “Do you know why I picked the one with holes?”

   “Less wind resistance, Sir?”

   “Yes, which also means it’ll hurt more. Perfect for a naughty servant, I think. Lift your skirt and show me your arse.”

   She did as he commanded and quickly got back into position.

   “Very nice. I’m not going to have you count, but I don’t want you to hold back. Cry, scream, curse my name. I want my guests to hear how I handle servant girls who dress inappropriately.”

   She told herself it was part of the role play. He wasn’t really going to give her a punishment spanking. Not like yesterday, but that didn’t stop her from clenching her ass in anticipation of the first strike.

   “Oh dear,” he said, running a hand over her flesh. “We can’t have that. I guess I’ll have to resort to drastic measures.”

   She groaned because she knew exactly what he meant by drastic measures, he’d done something similar weeks ago.

   Sure enough, she felt the cool wetness of lube being applied to her anus. And she muffled a cry as he pushed a plug in.

   “There we go. I like it so much, I’m going to have you wear it while you do the tea service. As a reminder of who owns this arse.” He gave it a light swat and then bent low to whisper, “And who’s going to fuck it later.”

   With that, he started spanking her with his hand. Lightly. And soon she found her arousal spiking regardless of the people sitting in the dining room, waiting.

   Jesus. There were people waiting for her to serve tea.

   Slap. “You’re not with me.”

   “Sorry, Sir. Just thinking—”

   Slap. “Did I tell you to think?”

   “No, Sir.”

   Slap. Slap. Slap. He was spanking harder now. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat. If he’d just touch her.

   “That’s it, you naughty girl. Let it out.” He spanked her again, then he ran his fingers between her legs. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at this. Spankings make you horny.”

   She jerked as his next swat landed on her clit. “Yes, Sir.” He stopped and she whined. “Please, please, Sir.”

   A hard and swift pop on her flesh told her he’d picked up the spoon. “How’s that?” he asked, giving her another.

   She sucked in a breath as the next one landed. “So good, Sir.”

   He gave a grunt of satisfaction and continued between spanking her and bringing her to the very edge of her climax and then letting her hang there. After a while, she was no longer aware of making noises, but she was pretty certain she was. And it seemed like forever until it felt like he wasn’t putting as much strength behind his strokes.

   “Want more, Sir,” she muttered.

   He chuckled low in this throat. “Not right now, maybe later. After tea.”

   Tea. Damn. She’d forgot.

   How was she supposed to serve tea while wearing an anal plug and being horny as hell?

   “If you’re good, I’ll let you come after.” His breath tickled her ear and sent shivers down her spine.

   “Thank you, Sir.”

   He straightened her clothes and kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome. Go get everything ready. I’ll see to my guests.”

   She nodded and headed back to the stove to redo the water.

   ***

   Cole walked into the dining room and all conversation stopped. He took his seat at the head of the table. “Tea will be served shortly.”

   “Damn, did you have to do that now?” Daniel asked. “I’m not looking forward to having tea with all the blood in my body congregating in my dick.”

   “There’s nothing to hide here.” Cole tipped his head toward Julie. “Seems to me your relief is sitting by your side when she’d be more useful on her knees. We have time.”

   Julie didn’t say anything, but her cheeks flushed just a bit. Cole didn’t think she’d have a problem serving Daniel in the dining room, they’d played in public before. His phone buzzed with an incoming text and when he looked back up, Julie had slipped under the table.

   By the time Sasha entered, Julie was back in her seat, this time with a soft smile on her face. A smile Sasha picked up on immediately, but Cole thought he was able to notice only because he knew her so well.

   He’d given her instructions on how he wanted the service to go and she did exactly as he’d requested. She started by serving Nathaniel first and then going around the table to end with Cole. He couldn’t stop himself from running a hand up her naked thigh and pinching her butt as she poured his water.