Merrick sat down on the ledge of the tub while I turned around. I’d been dressed for bed when I heard the noise, so I had on a pair of flimsy pajama shorts. I lifted the back to expose my left cheek.
“Do you see anything?”
“I see a lot of red, which I’m guessing is from you trying to get it out. I’m going to touch the area, okay? See if I feel anything.”
I nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”
Warm fingers gently ran across my skin. Oh God. My traitorous body liked it. Thankfully I was not facing him, so at least he couldn’t see the heat creep up on my face.
“Anything?” I asked with a shaky voice.
“Not yet. I need to push a little harder, okay?”
Push a little harder. Jesus Christ. He needed to stop talking like that, too. I blew out a puff of air. “Just do whatever you need to do.”
He rubbed his fingers over my ass again, this time pressing down as he went.
“Ow!”
“Yeah. I feel it right there. It’s definitely fully beneath the skin. I’m going to need to squeeze it like a buried splinter to tease it out.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. “Fine. Go ahead.”
His fingers moved around the area for a few seconds before he stopped. “Can you…lie over my knee?”
“I’m not lying over your knee!”
“I need leverage, and it’s hard to squeeze with you in the upright position.”
I huffed. “Maybe we should go get that person under the bridge after all.”
Merrick laughed. “Come on. I’ll do it as fast as I can.”
“Fine.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
For the next five minutes, I laid, with my bare ass cheek hanging out, over my boss’s knee. And I hated the thoughts running wild through my head.
I kind of like it here.
I wonder what he’d do if I told him I wanted him to spank me?
He has such big hands. I bet the print he’d leave on my skin would be huge.
God…my clit was starting to tingle. Seriously?
Stop, Evie. Just stop.
All thoughts finally came to an abrupt halt when he squeezed so hard that tears formed in my eyes. “Ouch! That hurts!”
He let go. “It’s out.”
I reached around and rubbed my derrière. “Jesus. Did you cut off a piece of my flesh?”
“It was deeper than I thought. I had to squeeze hard.” Merrick pointed to the cabinet next to us, under the sink. “There should be a first aid kit under there. Grab it, and I’ll put some Bacitracin on this and cover it up.”
When he was done, he gave a little smack to my right cheek. “All done.”
I stood and adjusted my shorts. “Thank you.”
“No problem. I think I need a drink after this welcome. You want one?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m just going to wash up first.”
After Merrick left the bathroom, I took a few minutes to compose myself before finding him in the living room. He’d opened a bottle of wine and was sitting on the couch. When I walked over, he slipped a throw pillow from behind his back and tossed it toward the other end. “You might want more than one of these to sit on.”
“Thanks.” I picked up the much-needed glass of wine and sat down. “It might be the first time I’m glad I have a little extra junk in the trunk. I don’t really feel it now.”