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She wanted to throw sass back at him, maybe even start a fight because of how unhinged she was feeling, but that would only make her feel worse and she already felt pretty damn terrible.
Sam browned and seasoned some meat as she grated cheese and chopped lettuce and tomatoes for tacos. Her stomach was a twisted wreck and she wanted nothing to do with food, but he wasn’t going to let that fly. The longer it took them to get through dinner, the longer she had to feel the rock in her gut.
She focused on wronging him instead of losing out on getting to know Piper. It was an easier pill to swallow at that moment. No amount of punishment would get her to feel better about that. Forcing down the taco was hard but sitting and waiting for him to finish was even tougher. He took his time, prolonging her misery. In reality, he was probably eating at a normal pace, but it felt like an eternity to a submissive wife who had so royally fucked up.
Once he finally finished, they went through their normal routine of tidying the kitchen which also felt like it took an exorbitant amount of time. By the time he sent her to the bedroom to wait for him, she was so on edge that she was near to tears before he even began.
“I’m really disappointed in you, Catherine, but more than that, even I can see how disappointed you are in yourself.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was more than disappointed, she was disgusted at herself. She was a Dominant and she knew how to control her urges, but she had chosen not to. “I’ve ruined everything.” A tear leaked out of one eye and she angrily swiped it away.
“Let’s not borrow trouble. Tomorrow we will go to our meeting with Master Derek and see what he thinks. Stand up, please,” he instructed.
She did and stood still while he removed every stitch of clothing from her body. She wasn’t allowed to take her own clothes off when she was in trouble, she had to rely on him completely for everything. It was tough sometimes, but she was so distraught that she was almost glad she wasn’t allowed to help him.
Even as upset as she was though, the intimate act got her blood flowing and her heart beating a little faster. She could feel her pussy get wet. Unfortunately, there would be no pleasure for her tonight. Probably for a while, depending on his mood. One time, he had punished her by forbidding any pleasure for a week. She had to take his cock in her mouth and her ass so that he didn’t have to suffer, but she hadn’t been allowed to come at all. It was cruel, but she’d deserved it.
After undressing her, he took her to the bathroom and had her do her business and brush her teeth under his watchful Daddy eye. It was unnerving.
“I want you to go into the bedroom and pick out three things you think you deserve to be spanked with tonight. Lay them at the foot of the bed and then prop yourself on some pillows so that your ass is nice and high for me,” he told her once she finished.
He stayed in the bathroom, presumably to get himself ready for bed as well. He did not take pleasure in punishing her at all and she knew it wore him out almost as much as it did her.
She grabbed his belt, the tawse, and a heavy wooden-backed hairbrush knowing the combination of the three was going to leave her very sore and sorry by the time he was finished with her. But boy, did she need the emotional release. Laying them across the foot of the bed, she positioned herself how he liked her, making sure she was nice and high on the pillows.
“You’re lucky we don’t have any ginger root,” he said as he came out of the bathroom. “Maybe I’ll get some from Chef Connor tomorrow. We’ll see how things go.”
She honestly didn’t care at the moment. She knew she deserved a harsh punishment and it was the only way she was going to be able to forgive herself.
Rubbing a hand up and down her bare ass, he sighed. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry you have to punish me.”
“I am too. I would much prefer burying my cock inside you instead.”
She wanted to ask if she could give him some relief by sucking him off, but it would just upset him. She wasn’t in charge. Her mind fluttered to Piper. If she were theirs, then Catherine would have more opportunities to be in charge at home. She loved submitting to Sam, but she craved that.
Well, if any Little were theirs, she would have the same opportunities. But she didn’t want just any Little.
A hard smack to her ass brought her back to the matter at hand. Sam didn’t warm her up, per say, but he did usually start and end a spanking with his not so gentle paddle-like palm.
He lectured her about being impulsive as he heated her skin. They were not hard players, but after so many years in the lifestyle, it took a bit for the heat to become uncomfortable.
He picked up his belt and folded it over in his hand. She didn’t hate the kiss of leather, not by any stretch of the imagination, but with her current mindset, the first lash felt as though he had split her skin. Throwing her head back, she hissed in pain.
Sam didn’t move or speak until she settled back in place.
“This is going to be a long hard lesson, Cat. I suggest you settle in and focus on why we are here.”
“Yes, Sir.” She took a deep breath to calm her mind and focus.
Once she was relaxed enough to suit him, the belt started to fly again and the lecture about being impulsive began in full. Tears leaked from her eyes as he reminded her that her impulsiveness had gotten her into trouble in the past and how he would not allow it to become a habit again. When he reminded her how much he loved her and wanted her to be happy, she gave in to her emotions completely and started to cry. He didn’t let up until she was a sobbing mess.
Sitting down on the bed, he pulled her over his lap and rubbed her back for a few minutes. “You’re a good girl, Cat. Everything is going to be okay.”
She cried harder and he sighed.
“Should we talk about you not trusting me?”
