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He moved his finger from my pussy and pressed it to my anus. I usually loved having his finger touch such an intimate place. I relished the submissive feelings it gave me. But right now, I wanted him to stop immediately.
“Caine, I said I’m sorry. You spanked me. Now will you please let me up,” I snapped.
Caine’s response was shoving his finger past my tight ring. I gasped at the invasion and tried to wiggle him loose. Caine only pushed deeper, lodging his finger deep inside. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I was helpless against the flood of submission washing over me. My anger, frustration and irritation were quickly dissolved.
“Caine,” I cried. The tears began to form.
“I love you, baby,” Caine soothed, as he pumped his finger in and out of my tight back entrance. “But I can’t ever let you get away with acting like that. I told you at the beginning I would never allow you to treat or speak to me poorly, and I meant it.”
He removed his finger and continued on with the spanking. Now that my anger had subsided, I became quite aware of the fire on my backside. His spanks were harder than ever before. Each spank felt like a lash from a whip. With each blow, my breath left my body. I desperately wanted him to stop.
“Please, Caine,” I gasped. “It hurts!”
Caine continued to spank with even more force. “I’m going to make sure you never talk to me that way again,” Caine said between clenched teeth.
I tried to move my bottom from the fury of his hand but failed miserably. “I’m sorry, Caine. I’ll never speak to you like that again,” I promised.
Caine landed another ten swats before finally stopping. I could barely breathe and was grateful the spanking had concluded.
“Stand up,” Caine directed.
I stood up as he asked, feeling ashamed of my behavior. I couldn’t look at Caine. I didn’t want to see his anger or his disappointment. I stared at the ground aware of my shorts and panties around my ankles. My bottom hurt more than ever before.
“Get undressed,” Caine ordered in a firm voice.
I looked at him for the first time confused. Why did he want me to get undressed?
“Why?” I asked.
“That just earned you five more swats on top of the spanking you’re still going to get,” Caine informed.
I was going to be spanked more? My ass was on fire! It was the hardest spanking I ever received, and he still wasn’t done. One look at Caine’s expression confirmed my fear. And by the look in his eyes, I knew I better strip down naked or he wouldn’t hesitate adding even more. I quickly removed my clothing and stood nude before him.
Caine’s expression grew softer, obviously happy that I was no longer putting up a fight.
“Good girl. Now go over to our bedside drawer and bring me the paddle,” he calmly ordered.
I had only been spanked with the paddle once before…for swearing. I should have known that Caine would stay consistent. I walked over and retrieved the paddle. I could feel Caine’s gaze as I complied with his order. I slowly handed the paddle to him.
Caine grabbed my hand and slowly lowered me on to his lap. He took a few moments and rubbed my reddened bottom. I softly moaned in relief as I desperately needed a loving touch from him.
Caine took a deep breath. “This spanking is going to hurt. But you deserve every paddle I give you. I am going to make sure that the next time you talk like that, you will know without a doubt what type of punishment you’ll receive!”
He lowered the paddle to my already sensitive ass. The thud feeling, mixed with the sting, brought fresh tears to my eyes. He continued to raise and lower the paddle on my punished cheeks.
I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop, but I also knew I needed this. I needed him to hold me accountable. The way I spoke to him was unforgivable. It reminded me of the person I was in my last marriage. I lost control. I needed Caine to help me with my temper and crazed attitude. I knew I was wrong. I knew I was acting like a bitch. I just couldn’t stop myself once the vicious cycle began.
Each spank of the paddle chipped away at my horrible mood. I began to feel the stress and the pressure leave my body as the pain intensified. I no longer focused on my temper but allowed the spanking to calm me. Mentally I was strong once more. I felt composed and set straight again. I was being taken in hand by my breathtaking man, my strict, but loving fiancé.
Caine spanked me five more times harder than ever before, as if guaranteeing I would never forget this spanking. After the fifth swat, he quickly pulled me into his arms.
