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She whimpered.
Several swats followed. He paused.
She expected to feel the bite of his belt. Instead he spoke. “I am happy for you to play the brat, Penny. It gives me more opportunity to stripe your pretty arse. I do so enjoy marking a naughty backside with my belt. I suspect you’ll dislike the experience and will reform quickly into the model of good behaviour. Ready? It’s time to find out how you react to my brand of discipline.”
There was a loud whoosh before the stroke of leather seared her buttocks. A choked scream barely left her lips before another fell.
This is Daddy’s belt, this is Daddy’s belt, she chanted inside her head, for had she not often desired David’s belt whipping her bottom? More scolding lines fell, and Penny realised she should have taken more heed of the old adage, be careful what you wish for.
After several strokes, tears gathered; by the tenth she was crying. She couldn’t stand more, she really couldn’t. Her mind chanted her safe word, Pawlette, Pawlette, yet she couldn’t say the word, she would bear this. After all, she’d wanted him to punish her with his belt. Gritting her teeth, Penny tucked her hands safely under her belly and forced herself to remain silent. She absolutely refused to safe word.
The biting pain stopped.
“Daddy?”
“Here, drink this.” He eased her onto her side and held water to her lips. She was thirstier than she thought and drank half a glass.
“All right? Ready to continue?” he asked.
Safe word, safe word, safe word, her brain insisted. She steeled herself.
“Continue. I deserve your belt, Daddy.”
He nodded. “Good girl.”
His praise warmed her. The next blow that fell was just bearable. The following strikes felt less harsh; was he going easier on her? The thud of each lash began to affect her core.
He paused; she felt him gently rub her tender behind and she almost purred under his touch.
The next blow to fall sent a current of desire directly to her clit. She writhed under his punishing hand. A strange sense of distance descended. Grogginess dulled her senses. It was as though she watched herself from afar.
* * *
“Penny, little girl, wake up,Penny, Penny?”
She could hear his voice but she felt too heavy to move from this strangely happy place. She wanted to lie there and simply be.
Hands touched her bottom.Ouch, that stung!What the... She moaned grumpily.
“I’m applying arnica cream to your colourful stripes. I punish but I don’t bruise.”
“It stings,” she complained, finding her voice.
“Welcome back. You slipped into subspace. How do you feel?” He chuckled. “Scrub that... Stupid question. Look at you.” He ran a hand over her forehead, sweeping the tangled hair from her face.
She opened her eyes and peered at him. “Thirsty,” she managed to croak.
He lifted her up onto her feet and supported her while he handed her the water. This time she took it from him and glugged the lot down to the last drop.
“More?”
She shook her head. As she leaned into him, he took her weight and held her against his chest. They stood silent together. She drew strength from him. Breathing in his subtle cologne and relishing the utter relief that she was there, wrapped in David’s arms.
“Ready for a little atonement?” he murmured against her ear.
“Hmm?”
“On your knees, Penny-pie.”
