“Right,” Jamie said, standing up from the bed after adverting his baby blues from yours and towards the mantle, standing in front of it as he had unlooped the buckle from his belt. “Let’s get on with it.”

“You’ve done considerable damage; disobeying my orders,” he commented, his hands working on the leather before straightening it out horizontally before folding it. “ ‘n I’m gonna punish you for it.”

“Now, get down by the bed,” he told you, holding the belt in his palm as he had prepared to spank you as a punishment for disobeying his orders, and embarrassing him in front of his men.

A woman shouldn’t be the one doing things without the word of a man.

Disobedience was not going to fly with Jamie, especially his men. If he wasn’t going to do it, they surely will. It was purely the matter you had put all of his men in danger.

This wasn’t your time.

“There’s a difference between understanding it in yer’ mind, and really knowing it deep down,” Jamie told you, putting the hand that he held the belt in to his chest to emphasize his words after following you around the bed frame while you were on the mattress, making sure you weren’t able to escape him.

“I can tell you from my own experience that a good hidin’ makes ye’ understand things in a more serious light,” the Scot told you, a determined look on his face. There was even a subtle smirk on his handsome face that was noticeable in the dim lighting.

That sadist.

“There’s such a thing as justice, {{user}},” he piped up, moving along with you when you had move on the mattress. His body would block the way you tried to go, slowly leaning towards you and over the bedframe. “You’ve done wrong to all the men, and you must suffer for it.”

If you had just done it to him, it wouldn’t be much of a problem, but since it was the rest of the men’s life put to jeopardy, he had to show ownership and punish you for your own wrongdoings.

Oh, and the men below in the tavern? Yeah, they would definitely hear your yells.