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“I love you Presley. You are important to me.”
Belt. Belt. Belt.
“That is why I have given you these rules. If I’m truly your Daddy, then it’s my job to keep you safe and I can’t do that if you put yourself in danger.”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
“I need to know I can trust you to follow the rules even when I’m not with you. And if and when you make a mistake, it’s also my job to remind you of what I expect and remind you there are consequences to defying the four D’s.”
Thrash. Thrash. Thrash.
“Now, let’s get this portion of your punishment done.”
The final dozen strokes were the worst of the bunch. Presley’s bottom was beet red and turning splotchy in spots by the time he dropped the leather to the carpet. And while he would never allow himself or her to rub her freshly punished bottom, he did caress the small of her back again, helping her to catch her breath.
It took a few minutes, but when she was finally calm, Caleb moved around to the front of the couch as he lowered his zipper and took out his semi-hard cock. As a sadist, he had to admit that on a base level, there was a part of him that did enjoy delivering a good punishment, but as a man in love, that feeling was always tempered by his need to protect Presley, even if it was from the pain of his own punishment.
But at its core, sessions like this were about dominance and submission. Control and surrender. And he wasn’t done asserting his control just yet.
He reached out to lift Presley’s head up from the cushion as he knelt onto the seat of the couch facing her.
“Open up, baby. Remember in the video how the wife needed to do her penitence?”
Caleb rubbed the tip of his cock across her lips just as she opened her mouth to take him inside. The angle on this blowjob was different than they’d ever done before. He could tell it was a struggle for her to hold her head up until he leaned closer, using his hands weaved through her long hair as handles to hold her face immobile for his hard thrusts.
The gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of her throat were like his kryptonite. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to accommodate his steel cock as it punished her throat.
“You’ve never been more beautiful to me, Presley. I know this isn’t easy for your, but you took your punishment like a very good girl and I’m so proud of you.”
He could swear that if his shaft wasn’t stuffed in her mouth, those lips would have been forming a smile around his cock. He saw it in her eyes. Her soft submission to his dominance. Her love and even acceptance. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her.
It was just before he was about to shoot his cum down her throat that the oddest idea came to him. He tried to focus on coming, but once the idea came, he couldn’t get it out of his mind.
It was crazy. But, somehow, in his gut, he knew it was the perfect time.
Caleb pulled his cock out of Presley’s mouth and left her dangling over the back of the couch, trying to catch her breath as he rushed to his top dresser drawer, pulling out the small velvet box he’d been hiding there for the last few weeks.
Returning to his wayward submissive, he worked at unbuckling her restraints until he had her free of the bonds that had held her in place.
It was when Presley moved to stand that he gave his next order.
“Kneel for me, baby.”
She looked happy to collapse to the carpet. Her hair was askew, her face full of running mascara, tears and snot, and yet, she was perfect.
“I was going to do this tomorrow on our trip to Catalina Island. And when we tell this story in the future to our kids and grandkids, our official story will be that this happened on the yacht. But here… tonight… well this just feels right for us.”
Caleb then got down on one knee in front of the love of his life. He saw the surprise register on her beautiful face just as he pulled the velvet box from the pocket of his slacks. He opened the hinge, displaying the four-carat engagement ring he’d chosen especially for her.
“Presley Ashford, I love you and there is no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with. Would you do me the honor of being my bride?”
She leaned in to get a closer look at the ring before looking up into his eyes. “You’re asking me now… after you punished me? Pretty ballzy of you, considering my bottom feels like you took a torch to it, and I still have something shoved up where the sun doesn’t shine.”
He might have been panicking if she hadn’t broken into the beautiful smile of hers that lit up her entire face.
“What can I say? I couldn’t wait another minute before asking. I want you to move in tomorrow. The sooner we can set a date the better.”
“I don’t know,” she teased, reaching out to stroke the ring lovingly. “If I say yes, are you ever going to use that belt of yours on my bottom again?”
