Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1172

Despite the tender and indulgent gestures, Sheena's expression remained fierce, like an angry little cat.

"How was the punishment? Have you learned your lesson?"

Elliot gazed at her with adoration and replied, "It's unforgettable. I won't dare to make the same mistake again."

Only then did Sheena pick up the wooden ruler again, gripping his fingertips and giving his palm a firm smack.

Snap!

Elliot's palm quickly reddened.

The sudden pain made Elliot gasp softly.

He had thought he could avoid being punished this time, but clearly, he was being too optimistic.

Besides, it was different this time as Sheena comforted him with sweet gestures before reprimanding him with the rule.

Sheena lectured, "Remember this pain. If there's a next time, I'll smack you with this ruler again, and l won't go easy on you."

Elliot nodded and leaned in to steal a kiss on her cheek.

"I remember the pain. I promise that there's no next time. You're the best, Honey."

Sheena blew his palm and gently massaged it.

Since it was just a quick smack, a soothing rub soon made the pain fade away.

However, Sheena was not done with him yet.

She whispered seductively in his ears, "Tonight, you're going to lie down, and I'm going to 'torture' you."

For Elliot, this kind of 'torture' was a reward, a display of Sheena's love, and he loved it.

He stretched out on the bed, invitingly exposed, ready for whatever would come.

"Come on, Honey. Do as you wish. I'm ready."

Sheena suppressed a laugh and turned off the bedroom lights.

In the darkness, the lovers embarked on a sensual discovery.

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Elliot said in a serious tone, "Punishment is still necessary. Your loose lips have sabotaged me countless times, haven't they?"

Lionel wore a pained expression. "That's unfair. I genuinely have your best interests at heart, not intentionally sabotaging you."

Elliot nodded and flipped through documents without even glancing at Lionel.

"Then it's a matter of low IQ. You're to report to the training camp for new recruits for the first half of the month. How about that?"

Lionel's face wrinkled in despair.

Maintaining his squat position, he exclaimed, "Entering the training camp means enduring hellish training for half a month. I'm about to be promoted to deputy chief, and I have a lot of tasks at hand. Please spare me!"

Elliot playfully pretended to be generous and suggested, "Then I'll deduct half a year's bonus from your salary at the Jenkins Group, or you can do two hundred and forty-nine push-ups and handstand against the wall for two hundred and forty-nine minutes."

It was a no-brainer choice. Lionel quickly responded, "I'll take the push-ups and do a handstand against the wall.

But he was puzzled, "But why two hundred and forty-nine?"

Elliot smirked lightly, his sharp eyes casting a piercing gaze. "Because of your low IQ, even counting to two hundred and fifty is beyond your capabilities."