Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Yes, you said that. Although I still think you’re being overly dramatic. There will be plenty of reasons to carry on. You know, after an acceptable period of mourning.”
“We’d be dead because Alejandro would murder us!” Doomy Gloomy snapped at her.
Sheesh.
No, he wouldn’t.
Although both of them did seem quite adamant. Speaking of Alejandro, though . . .
“You know, I really don’t think there’s any reason for us to tell Alejandro about this little incident, is there?” she asked, managing to pull herself onto her feet.
Her legs still shook, but she held her ground.
Yay for her!
“Not tell Alejandro?” Rafael repeated, crossing his arms over his massive chest. It still seemed surprising to her that he could cross his arms considering how large his biceps were.
He stared angrily down at her. She didn’t know what his problem was, though. She hadn’t done anything wrong!
Had she?
Wellll . . . she guessed that was kind of debatable.
“Alejandro needs to hear about this,” Doomy Gloomy said. He was certainly living up to his nickname today.
All doom and gloom.
So was Rafael a.k.a McGrumpface.
“And he will,” Rafael added.
“You know, I don’t like when the two of you gang up on me. And it’s Christmas, surely I can get a pass? You can think of it as my Christmas present.”
“No,” Rafael said.
“Certainly not,” Bernie said.
She was doomed.
3
CAT AND ALEJANDRO
21st December
Cat shuffled into Alejandro’s office.
She could barely move and as soon as Alejandro saw her, he gave her a look of admiration and delight.
Hmm. Correction. That look was more of quickly unraveling patience.
But you could see where she’d gotten confused.
“What happened to the padded pants?” he asked.
“You took them away. Besides, they don’t work when you spank me on the bare bottom.”
He gave her a pointed look.
She stared back at him. Was he all right? He wasn’t having a medical event, was he? He’d gone very quiet.
“Pequeña?” he said.
“Yes, Papi?” she replied, pleased with herself.
Hmm, she would need to exact some revenge on Doomy Gloomy, McGrumpface, and Evil Elfie, though.
Yep, that’s what she was calling him now.
Evil Elfie.
The question was, what was she going to do? And what could she get away with? Because she really didn’t need any more naughty girl points.
She had enough of those.
“How do you think I’m going to spank you now?” Alejandro asked as he leaned back. He was seated on a long couch by the fireplace. This was the only room in the house that hadn’t been Christmasfied. Or should that be Catified?
She giggled to herself.
“Cat, focus.” He leaned forward. “How do you think I’m going to spank you?”
“Well, I’m guessing in the normal way.” She didn’t understand why he was asking her this.
Unless . . .
“Have you got a different way you’re going to spank me? Or wait, I know! You’re not going to spank me at all. What a relief, I can take off all these clothes.”
She’d managed to put on about five pairs of pants. The top couple of layers weren’t actually done up. She’d added a few tops for good measure and tucked them down into her panties.
Of which she had eight pairs on.
She’d like to see him spank her through these layers.
Oh wait . . .
“Mierda!” she cried. “You spank on the bare.” Shuffling forward, she sat on the armchair opposite him. Her legs went straight out in front of her because she couldn’t actually bend them.
The heat of the fire hit her and she immediately grew flushed. Wearing this many layers just wasn’t that practical.
“Why didn’t you say something? And why is this fireplace so hot?” She attempted to wave her hand in front of her face.
“Cat, you’re going to overheat,” he scolded as he moved to crouch in front of her and tried tugging down her pants.
But he couldn’t get them to budge.
“Oh no!” she cried. “I’m stuck in them! I’m starting to feel claustrophobic and way too hot.”
“Pequeña,” he said sharply. “You are not stuck and you are not claustrophobic.”
“I might be!”
“Well, you’re not.”
Just because he said it didn’t make something so. But then he stood her up and started to drag off the layers. With each one that was pulled off, she felt lighter and happier.
Finally, she was down to eight pairs of panties and a single pair of yoga pants and a long-sleeved top.
“I am free!” She danced a jig.
“What did you think you were doing?” he demanded. Then he held up a hand as she went to speak. “No, don’t say anything. I know full well what you were doing. What were you thinking?”
She opened her mouth and again, he held up his hand.
“No, don’t say anything. I know full well what you were thinking.”
Sheesh, why did he keep asking her stuff if he clearly already knew the answers?
Made no sense at all.
Still, she decided to reply because she wanted to make sure that he really did know what she’d been thinking.