Page 135 of Wicked Little Thief


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“This is going to hurt, sweetheart. The swats are not going to be love taps.”

“I understand, but I know it’s what I deserve.”

He put his hand down to help her up.

“Come on then.”

Liam sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed and patted his lap. He could see the trepidation in her eyes, but she laid across him so her ass was directly in front of him—and her bare pussy squarely on top of his cock that had already sprung a semi. He knew as she wiggled, he’d be at full mast before this was over, and she’d be able to feel it.

Good.

He rubbed circles over her bare ass and asked, “Why are you being punished, little one?”

“Because I jumped to conclusions and didn’t trust that you have my best interests at heart.”

He gave a warmup slap to her right cheek.

She jerked but took a deep breath as she relaxed her body.

“Do I have your best interests at heart?”

He landed a second smack to her left side, and she tightened her body before willing herself to loosen up.

“Yes, Sir.”

He delivered a succession of blows, alternating between each cheek until her ass was a nice shade of pink.

“Why else are you being punished, little bee?” he asked as he rubbed her butt, then moved to stroke the apex of her thighs.

“I-I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?”

He spanked her harder this time, delivering ten stinging slaps to the backs of her thighs.

“You seemed to have forgotten who you belong to.”

Her voice was barely a whisper when she said, “I’m so sorry, Sir.”

He went back to spanking the flesh of her ass until it was a bright shade of red. Her quiet sobs wrenched at his heart, and he rubbed her backside in soothing circles again.

“Do you want to belong to me, honeybee?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Ask me to wear my collar.”

She surprised him by sliding off his lap and going to her knees in front of him. With pleading eyes, she looked up at him.

“Please be my Master again. Let me have the honor of wearing your collar. I promise I’ll do better, Sir.”

Liam pulled the chain from his pocket.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked as he put it around her neck.

“You, Sir.”

He patted his thigh, and she stood in front of him like she was unsure what he wanted. Reaching for her, he pulled her onto his lap, and she nuzzled against him.

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