Page 69 of Under His Control

Jacob leaves it around my thighs, my behind exposed to the cool air and his gaze. To make matters worse, he bunches my underwear in his fist and tugs it between my cheeks, giving me a wedgie.

I wish Elizabeth would return right now so he can’t go through with this. No, he would only delay it until she’s gone, and it might be worse. Tonight, he has a time limit. Any other time, he’ll have free rein to spank me for as long as he likes.

“You could’ve done it over my leggings.” My face is burning hot enough to boil water.

“I want you to feel the sting.”

“You want me to suffer?”

“No, sweetheart.” He slides his hand over my left butt cheek. My treacherous body wakes to his endearment and his warm touch. I gasp when he squeezes my flesh possessively. “I want you to never forget the promise you’re about to make.”

He grabs my hair into a tight ponytail with his free hand, then he delivers a firm swat on the cheek he just lovingly caressed.

The splat as his hand connects with my skin is loud in the room. I cry out and buck, mostly from shock. While it stung, he didn’t spank me hard.

“I want you to say, ‘I promise I won’t disobey you again, Daddy,” he commands. “You’ll say it after each one. Go ahead.”

“I… I promise I won’t disobey you again, Daddy.”

He caresses my right butt cheek.

“Will you keep that promise, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes, Daddy. I will.”

“My sweet Penny is such a good girl,” he murmurs, satisfaction in his voice.

To my shame, calling him Daddy feels too good even though it’s really wrong. His praise feels even better. Like oxygen after being forced to hold my breath for too long.

What doesn’t feel as enjoyable is the second spank that comes down on my right butt cheek. My ass jiggles because it’s harder than the first one. I yelp from the stinging heat spreading under my skin and whimper the words Jacob wants me to say.

“I promise I won’t disobey you again, Daddy.”

He soothes my cheek with another gentle rub before sliding his hand over to the other one. The pattern is becoming clear.

First comes the honey.

Then comes the sting.

I tense in preparation.

Swat!

I flinch and gasp out my promise, the burning ache seemingly going deeper into my flesh than the first two times.

“Don’t tighten your body. It will hurt more if you do, as you just experienced.”

“You said you wanted it to sting.”

“I want to leave a memory, not lasting damage.” He sweeps his hand over my aching cheek, soothing it. “Relax.”

It’s hard to follow his instruction because it goes against my instinct to limit pain exposure. When I force myself to relax and accept his fourth spank, it still makes me whimper though the ache is easier to bear. I offer up my promise again while my skin tingles from my punishment.

The fifth spank descends.