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“Do you still think you have to leave and handle that guy by yourself?” he asked, as he rubbed the area he had just been terrorizing, surprising me. The warmth from his hand helped calm the stinging of my skin.
“Yes! It’s in everyone’s best interests.” I had to get him to see reason.
“I stand by what I said, then.” He didn’t give any other notice before he landed a dozen more swats onto my backside. These stung quite a bit more than the first and, with only his thin boxer shorts to cover me, he might as well have been hitting my flesh.
I stopped trying to escape, coming to the conclusion it was hopeless. He was physically stronger than me, and all my continued efforts were doing was wasting my energy and causing more pain for my cheeks.
“But you don’t know me. I don’t want you to get hurt,” I pleaded. I couldn’t be responsible for someone else getting caught in the crossfire created by my brother’s mistakes. If something did happen to him, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.
“I’m a man, Miranda. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe it’s a man’s job to protect his female, not the other way around. And I do care about you.” After that, he administered six crisp, hard smacks to each of my cheeks that sent me into tears for more reasons than one.
My backside burnt from the attention it had just received. Never had I been put over someone’s knee and punished like this. Growing up, I didn’t want to bother my parents with anything because they’d had their hands full with my brother, so I made sure I was their perfect angel.
Even though Austin and I had only met a few hours ago, feeling like I had disappointed him crushed something inside me. I’d never wanted to disappoint anyone in my life, but especially not someone who had been so kind to me.
Finally, I cried because no one had ever cared about me this much before. I’d had boyfriends in the past, but none of them ever bothered to enforce any rules or stop me if they thought I was going to do something stupid. Austin had known me for what felt like five minutes and, already, he was looking out for me. It was such a foreign feeling, and all these emotions together reduced me to a weeping mess.
“It’s all right, Miranda. I got you,” he said, as he moved his leg and repositioned me so I was sitting on his lap.
Like a baby, I sobbed into his shirt, letting all the pent-up emotions from the past years pour out. It was cathartic and, by the time I was done, Austin’s shirt was soaked, and I felt like I hadn’t slept in months, but another part of me felt at peace.
“Good girl,” he whispered into the now silent room as my body shook with aftershocks of my crying. “I’m so proud of you.”
His words of encouragement made all my icky feelings disappear and were replaced by a feeling of pride and happiness. I made him proud, and that, in turn, made me proud and happy as well.
I couldn’t explain what was going on inside my head, but I felt at home here and didn’t want to ever leave.
Miranda ended up falling asleep in my arms, which was, in my opinion for the best. The poor girl had been through so much. I hadn’t planned on spanking her today. In fact, I had never planned to touch her in this way.
Yes, she was a beautiful girl and someone I’d love to get to know better and be a Daddy to, but after everything she had experienced, I didn’t want her to feel forced to do something that made her uncomfortable.
After all, I knew my desires of wanting to be a Daddy to a woman, to help guide them, protect them, and punish them when need be weren’t considered common, and a lot of women wouldn’t like it.
All I wanted to do was help her, but when she kept saying she was going to leave, something came over me. I kept picturing her being terrorized by Declan, and I couldn’t let her go. She needed my help, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
When she refused to listen, I did what any Dominant would do in my place. Of course, if she had truly seemed distressed by her punishment, I wouldn’t have continued, but she responded like any submissive I had punished in the past had. When she had cried for as long and as hard as she had, I knew I made the right decision.
She shifted in my arms and lazily opened her eyes. “Hi,” she murmured and nuzzled my shoulder. My heart melted at her innocent gesture.
“Hi.” I smiled down at her. “You don’t like taking long naps, do you?” I wished she had slept longer. She needed it.
“With everything going on, no,” she said, rubbing her eyes with her fists.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, happy she hadn’t gone running for the hills as soon as she woke up.
She was quiet for a while, and I thought she wasn’t going to answer, until she whispered, “It’s sore.”
I chuckled. “You mean your butt is sore?” I asked.
Her cheeks turned bright red and she nodded as she burrowed her head deeper into my shirt. She was too adorable.
“That’s the point of a punishment spanking. It’s supposed to make you think about what you’ve done even after it’s over,” I explained.
“Here I thought it was supposed to be a way to wipe a submissive’s slate clean.”
That caught me completely off guard. BDSM had become more mainstream in the last few years, but I had never encountered anyone who openly talked about it. Then again, I lived in a small town, so that might contribute to why I hadn’t heard that conversation.
“That’s a part of it, too,” I agreed. “What else do you know about spankings and other kinks?” I was intrigued at the thought she possibly had heard of age play.
