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“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed with an exaggerated sigh.
“I’ll tell you what. If you are honestly too sore, we can wait until tomorrow. But if we wait until tomorrow, you won’t be allowed to come until you receive your punishment after dinner.”
Eyes wide, she shook her head furiously back and forth. “No, no. Today is fine.”
“I thought you might say that. Let’s go get that bottom nice and red so Daddy can kiss it and make it all better.”
Adele
Draped over my husband’s knee with my dress bunched up around my waist and my panties down around my knees, I felt very much like a naughty little girl and not at all like the sophisticated wife of a powerful, dangerous man.
Which was exactly how he liked it, the sadist.
“Tell me why you are getting this spanking, Adele.”
Adele. Unlike back in Paris, joy filled me at the sound of my new name. Marie Dupont was another person, one who had lived her life on some other plane of existence from my own. I rarely missed her, or the life she had led back in France.
“Because I snuck out to confront Giorgio on my own.” Looking back, it was easy to see how reckless I’d been. And how cruel. Even if Pierce hadn’t betrayed me, I’d put myself directly into harm’s way in a misguided attempt to shield Cole, and in the process, I had also tried to deny him his chance at vengeance for his cousin.
A spanking was the least of what I deserved.
“You snuck out after being confined to the apartment. You lied to me about going to meet the delivery man. And you endangered your life in the process. This bottom is going to be plenty sore by the time I am through with it.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I was, but I also knew I would not be able to forgive myself until this final punishment was through.
“I know, baby.” With that, he brought his hand down hard on my naked ass, harder than he usually began a spanking. As far as warmups went, it was brutal, leaving me with no time to even catch my breath as the sting and the heat built in my backside.
Before long, I was kicking and squealing over his knee, the pain becoming almost unbearable with each swat. I had long ago given up any hope of staying silent enough to not be overheard by his staff and guards. None of them treated me any differently after a punishment, though I had caught some sympathetic glances from some of them whenever I would sit more gingerly at a meal.
“Daddy, I’m sorry!” Giving in to the pain, I threw my hand behind me to try and block the blows raining down on my backside. With barely a pause, he caught my wrist in his free hand, pinning it to my side as he continued my punishment.
By the time he stopped, I was panting and whimpering over his knee, my bottom on fire.
And I knew we were just getting started.
Cool wood tapped against my bottom, and I let out a moan, but I did not protest. I had earned every second of this punishment and I was determined I would not fight it.
“I will not stand for you putting yourself at unnecessary risk, Adele Marie Porter. If I have to spank you every day for the rest of our lives for you to learn that lesson, I will. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Because the next time we have to have this conversation, it will be a week of bedtime spankings and I can promise you will be a very, very sorry little girl by the time it is finished.”
Before I could respond, the brush cracked against my tender flesh, pulling a howl of remorse and pain from deep within me. He waited, just long enough for the pain to fully sink in, before delivering a matching blow to the opposite cheek.
“You are far too precious.” A third swat, right at that sensitive spot where my ass met my thigh. “To put yourself at risk.” A fourth, in the same spot on the opposite cheek.
“I’m sorry!” I wailed, a familiar pressure building in my chest with each swat. A swell of guilt that I knew would not be released until I had been broken enough for it to burst through the cracks.
Over and over, he punished me, the thick, heavy wood blistering my skin with every swat. Until I could feel those cracks in my resolve, the dam breaking under the weight of my guilt and the pain of my Daddy’s discipline.
Just as my breath began to hitch, the swats started coming faster. Each one driving me closer and closer to the breaking point.
And then I shattered with a sob, collapsing over his lap, weeping out every last bit of the guilt and pain. I was only dimly aware of the spanking actually ending, only really taking notice when he gathered me up into his arms, rocking me on his laps as I sobbed against his neck.
“I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry.” I chanted my apologies like a mantra, each one lifting more and more of the weight from my shoulders until I simply closed my eyes on a sigh, my head settling on his chest.
“My good girl,” he murmured, running his hand up and down my back. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
