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“No,” she cried, flinching as I brought the spoon back down. All the spanks were on the left side, up and down her cheek and thigh. Welts were beginning to appear, and it made my cock throb in my jeans.
“Why not?”
“I missed you.” The words exploded like a bomb, and I hesitated. She missed me? But she didn’t come here; she didn’t come to me. She went somewhere else—to someone else.
“Why did you go to the party?” I asked, my voice quiet. She glanced over her shoulder at me, her nose red and eyes damp with tears.
“I don’t know. To have fun, I guess. But it wasn't fun. I just wanted to be with you.”
I stared at her for another moment, taking in her blotchy cheeks and swollen lips. “Five more,” I said, and her chin trembled. But she took a deep breath and dipped her chin in a slight nod before facing forward again.
The final few spanks weren’t as rewarding as I would’ve liked, and by the time I was done, she was crying, but her pussy was soaked. It dripped down her thighs, and I knew I hadn’t been too rough with her. She’d liked every smack. It got her off.
“Why didn’t you call me tonight? If you didn’t want to be home, why didn’t you come to me?” I sat on the coffee table behind her, staring at her glistening cunt and tight little asshole.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered, but it wasn’t a good enough answer. Raising the spoon again, I brought it down on a previous mark, making her scream. “I thought you were still mad at me.”
“I was never mad at you,” I said. “You were pissed at me.”
She sniffed, and when she spoke again, her words were shaky. “I’m sorry.”
But it wasn’t good enough. She ignored me for days—it hadn’t been the first time, either. Whether she hid from me because she felt something for me, or because she was scared, or a mixture of it all, I didn’t know or care. She ignored me, and that was unacceptable.
“I haven’t heard from you in a week,” I said blankly. “You ignored me for days, just like you did last time, just like you will again.”
“I won’t.” She tried to stand, but I pressed my hand against the center of her back, keeping her bent in half. “I promise I won’t.”
“Your promises don’t mean anything,” I muttered. “You’ll break it. I know you will.”
Silence stretched between us as I waited for her to answer. But we both knew she couldn’t say anything to make me believe her.
“What can I do to prove to you I’ll never do it again?” she asked quietly, like she was afraid of the answer.
Reaching beside me, I grabbed the bottle of lube. I’d only used it that one time. It had burned enough for me to not want to try it again, but this might be the perfect opportunity to try it again.
I hesitated before pouring it on the thick handle of the spoon. Carefully, I coated it along the wood, my fingertips tingling from the burning sensation.
“Take a deep breath,” I said softly, gripping her sore asscheek with one hand. She hissed at the pressure, but did as she was told.
“What are you—” I pressed the tip of the spoon against her asshole, and she gasped. “Emmett?—”
“Hush. You’ll take this until I’m satisfied, then we’ll talk about proving yourself to me.”
Slowly, I pressed the lubed handle into her tight ring of muscle, feeling her body trying to push me out. I forced it in, listening to her sharp intake of breath. I watched it stretch her hole, watched her body tremble with the effort to stay upright.
“You’re so tight,” I muttered, unable to hide the thick lust in my voice. My hand still gripped tightly onto her cheek, the other pushing the spoon deeper inside her.
She whimpered and moaned as I fucked her with the make-shift dildo. I knew the moment the burning began because her body tightened again.
“Emmett,” she breathed. “Something’s wrong. Oh my God, take it out. Oh God. It burns?—”
“It’s part of your punishment,” I said darkly, fucking her harder.
“It burns!” she cried, trying to pull away. Her elbows gave out, and she collapsed onto the couch, pressing her face into it. Standing, I gripped the back of her neck, keeping her pinned down. “Emmett!”
“Quiet,” I hissed, moving the spoon faster. Her body shook with each brutal, unforgiving thrust. She clawed at the worn-out cushions under her cheek, trying to escape me. But my fingers on her neck tightened, and I pressed her harder into the couch, forcing her to stay where I wanted her.
I left the spoon in her ass as I reached behind me, grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring more over her asshole. Tears streamed from her eyes, mixing with the sweat that broke out on her face.
