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When her ass was a nice, bright red, he paused and let his hand rest on the heated skin. “Are you ready for the strap, or do you need a moment?”

“I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Up you go, then. Bend over the side of the bed, with your feet apart.”

Rolling off his lap, she moved into position, spreading her legs as far as the elastic bands around her knees would allow.

When she was in position, he turned to his other naughty little girl, who was watching the whole proceeding with wide-eyed fascination. “All right, Allison. I want you on the opposite side, in the same position.”

“What?” Two voices screeched in disbelief.

“You heard me. Get in position, or I’m going to start adding strokes to Michelle’s count.”

As mad as she was, she apparently still had enough compassion to hurry around the side of the bed and drape herself over the edge, though she did shoot him a glare as she settled, as if he couldn’t already tell she wasn’t happy about the situation.

“Good girl. Take Michelle’s hands, please. I want you to help her stay in place so she doesn’t hurt herself.”

That order took a little longer for her to follow, making it clear how deeply she was hurting. But eventually she stretched her arms out to loosely take Michelle’s hands in hers.

Stepping off to the side, he raised the strap and gave it a few test swings to make sure his aim was as true as possible. And then he lifted it high and brought it down with a resoundingcrackright across the center of his target. Michelle sucked in a breath, and he saw her grip on Allie’s hands tighten. The skin where the strap had struck turned white for a moment before an angry red welt appeared.

One down, nine to go.

Michelle

Oh, fuck, fuck,fuckthat strap hurt! Why the hell had she even bought that thing?

Maybe somewhere deep in her subconscious, she’d known what she was doing, and that she would be punished for it. But why couldn’t her subconscious have picked out one of those light leather paddles with the fur on one side? No, she had to pick the biggest, most fearsome strap she could find.

The worst part was, even three strokes in with her ass on fire, she could tell he wasn’t using his full strength. If he ever decided to really take her to task with that thing, she wouldn’t sit comfortably for a month. As it was, she was certain she’d be spending the rest of the day and probably tomorrow avoiding any hard chairs.

Stroke number four pushed her up onto her toes, and the dam holding back her tears and pleas began to crack. She was squeezing Allie’s hands so tightly her skin was turning white, but Allie didn’t complain. “Sir, please! It hurts!”

“I know, pet. Just six more. I really hope you’re learning your lesson, because I do not want to have to repeat this one.”

“I am, I swear!”

Five and six widened the cracks, and Allie finally whimpered as she gripped her fingers even more tightly. Not only did the strap deliver the sting of leather, it was hefty enough to create an ache deep in her flesh.

“Michelle. Are you listening to me, little girl?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Promises made to the people you love should not be made lightly. And when you break those promises, you break the trust that person has put in you.”

Number seven followed his short but effective lecture, and she lost the battle to hold back the tears. Allie’s face became little more than a blur as they streamed down her face.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed as number eight cracked right across the most sensitive part of her ass, the edges of the strap digging into the tops of her thighs.

“Daddy, stop!” Allie’s voice was thick with her own tears. “It’s too much!”

Shaking her head, Michelle forced herself to breathe through the pain. “No, no, it’s okay, baby. I deserve this. I’m so, so sorry I let you down.”

“I forgive you. We can stop now, Shelly, you don’t have to do this.”

“Yes I do, baby.”

Nick ran his hand down over the welts that had already started to raise. “Are you going to keep your promises and stick to your budget?”

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