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“Please, Sir, will you punish me for my behaviour today?” she replied promptly.
“With pleasure.”
First he landed a number of hand smacks to her clenched behind, in order to warm her flesh for what was to come.
“Relax those buttocks or you will likely suffer some bruising,” he advised.
Wrapping the buckle in his palm, he wound the belt around his hand to create a shorter length.
“Please count each stroke after it lands.”
Lifting his arm, he landed the first strike. To her credit, she called ‘one’ in a strangulated tone but made no complaint.
“Good,” he praised, and arced the belt again, striking the opposite buttock.
“Two!” she squealed.
“Good.” The stripes built, crossing the flesh of her bottom cheeks until her backside resembled a crazy tartan pattern. Her hands gripped the bedding and although she tried to keep her legs still, he noted how she’d begun kicking with these latter blows.
“A few more and we’re done. You’re doing well, good girl.”
She whimpered in response.
He swung and landed a heavy slap; he’d make these last few count.
“Oww... Eight!” she cried.
“Are you going to think, and speak more respectfully, before screaming at me in future?” he paused to ask.
“Yes! Yes, I promise!” she answered stridently.
“No need to count these last two. I warn you, these will hurt!”
He let out a little more of the belt. Raising his arm, he put full force into the blow. The thwack resounded about the room. The scream that followed cut short in her throat as he carried through with the final blow.
“It’s over,” he told her. He watched as she drew herself into a ball and sobbed. Experience told him not to try to comfort her for a few moments; he’d allow her to process the pain. Rolling up his belt, he tidied it away in his closet, out of her sight.
Taking the aloe vera from the bedside drawer, he sat beside her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he waited for her to respond to him.
“That was awful,” she muttered tearfully.
He squeezed her shoulder.
“I know, but it’s over and done with. We can move forward from this with a clean slate. Can I rub some aloe on your bottom now? It helps to stop any bruising.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” Gently, he smoothed the cool gel over her fiery flesh. Heat radiated under his hands.
Her moans sounded more like pleasure than pain. He loved giving his girl aftercare.
“Would you like a warm bath, or straight to bed?” he asked.
Her tear-streaked face lifted from the crook of her arm. “Please, will you cuddle me, Daddy?” she asked in her little voice. He frowned.
“I’ll gladly cuddle my wife, but you made it clear you were no longer my little, so don’t use that voice, Penny.”
Her face crumpled. She flopped back down onto the bed.
