Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr

and then another
two. I cry out for those. I can’t believe he just spanked me. And
just before I can say I’m sorry once more, another two land, a
total of six.
    “Shh, it’s all done. You did good, and I’m
proud of you. Now sit up.” I do as I’m told, and sit, while Hawk
wipes the stay tear that fell.
    “Good girl.” Hawk kisses me tenderly and
releases me and Wolf does the same before handing me my pizza
again. I want to say I’m sorry, or that I enjoyed my punishment,
but I just don’t have the words. Both men look like nothing had
just happened, while I have a sore butt. It could be worse, they
could have taken my jeans off. Bare ass spanking hurt more, or at
least I heard they do. That was one thing I didn’t want to find
out.
    “Eat,” Wolf commands. I do. After three
slices and a very large drink of whatever Hawk mixed with my drink,
I am feeling fuzzy and my sore butt is forgotten.
    “Time for bed, chéri .”
    “Not tired.” That’s not entirely true, I’m
just afraid to close my eyes, afraid I’ll still be under the desk
and Andrew will be on the other side of the door. Reaching up, I
run my finger along the side of Wolf’s nose. “Does it hurt
still?”
    “Nah, a small ache, but nothing I can’t
handle. You should go to bed. You look tired.” I shake my head, but
Hawk takes my hand in his, making me turn and face him.
    “You need sleep, baby. Come on, we have work
tomorrow.” He stands up, holding his hand out. I take it, because
well, I know I’m not going to win this one. I can lay in bed and
read, but not sleep. Hawk follows me and waits while I grab my
clothes. I’m not going to change in front of Hawk so I make my way
to the bathroom. I quickly strip and pull on my oversized shirt
before leaving the bathroom. Hawk is sitting on the bed, checking
his phone. Quietly, I walk to the bed and sit down next to him.
    “Shay wanted to know how you are doing. Said
you were good, but she insisted that she sees you tomorrow for
lunch, so be prepared.” He smiles at me and tucks his phone into
his pocket and that’s when I notice the phone isn’t the only bulge
in his pants. Shit, I hope he didn’t catch me looking.
    “Um, Hawk, I am sorry about today.”
    “It’s over and done with, Zoey. We just need
to make sure he gets caught, and we will discuss that tomorrow.
Now, into bed.” He stands, pulls the covers back and waits. Damn,
okay, guess I’m five-years-old today. I crawl in bed and a small
growl comes from Hawk. I look up and see him looking at me. I do a
quick look down and see what he sees. Me, on all fours, crawling up
the bed and half my nightshirt rides up. Umm yikes, scary picture.
Who wants to see chunky thighs and a bubble butt? Sitting
instantly, I pull my shirt down.
    “Sorry.” Feeling the flush come up all over
me. I don’t hate my body, I’m just not comfortable with it as much
as I would like. Put me in front of men like Hawk and I freeze.
    “Don’t apologize. I’m trying to be a
gentlemen here, Zoey. So get into bed for me, please.” I nod, but
this time I stand and walk to the top and climb in, pulling my
shirt down as I do. He is being a gentlemen, that’s a new one. He
could just say what he thinks. I mean I heard it before from the
few men I slept with. They liked me better with the lights off.
They didn’t have to see the dimples in my ass, or the way my thighs
touch together. They liked my boobs just fine though. Most men like
big breasts.
    The covers are pulled up and over me,
effectively covering me up. Keeping my eyes off his, I thank him.
But he once again shocks me and sits.
    “Zoey, look at me.” What is it with both men
and me looking at them? But I do, because if I don’t, well shit I
don’t know. “Why are you closing me off again?”
    “I’m not.”
    “You are. We kissed you and everything was
fine, then you change into this thing and then you apologize,
again, and now you’re closed off. Why?”
    “I’m not closed off, I’m