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Was it more than she could handle? It had hurt like hell for that first stroke, but already the sting was fading to an almost pleasant burn. “No, Sir. It’s not too much.”
“All right. Just remember you can change your mind at any point and call ‘Red’ and I’ll stop. Okay?”
The reminder helped to ease some of the tension in her tummy. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s get this plug in your bottom so I can turn this bottom nice and red.”
CHAPTER21
In all the years he’d been a Daddy, Dean had never felt the weight of his responsibility as keenly as he had the moment MaryAnn had told him the paddle wasn’t too much. It was his job to make sure it stayed that way, and it wasn’t a job he was taking lightly.
When she’d started to panic at the sight of the plug, he’d been tempted to just call off the punishment altogether. He’d wanted nothing more than to carry her to bed and shower her with pleasure until she had no choice but to sleep soundly through the night.
But he’d promised her rules and punishments for breaking those rules. Obviously, she was craving the discipline she had coming, or else she wouldn’t have snuck out of bed to watch a show she knew he disapproved of just a couple of hours after he’d already given her a pretty thorough spanking.
Steeling himself with that knowledge, he pressed the tip of the plug against her bottom hole, chuckling softly to himself when she squeaked and clenched her muscles against the intrusion. “You need to relax your bottom, babygirl, or this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”
“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “You’re not the one getting things shoved up your you-know-where!”
“A spanking might help you relax. Of course, I’d still have to spank you after the plug is in place, too.”
That got her attention. With a soft whine, she relaxed her cheeks, opening herself for him little by little.
“That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you, baby, taking this plug in your bottom.” The rubber tip pushed past that initial resistance and she whined again. “I know it’s uncomfortable. But just a little bit more. Good girl.”
Once the plug was fully seated, she seemed to collapse over the back of the couch, reminding him a bit of a cat in its liquid form. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight, he removed the rubber glove he’d put on so he could place the melatonin suppository inside of her and ran his hand over her bottom, just barely holding himself in check when she shivered from head to toe at his touch.
“Warmup, then paddle. And then my cock in your dripping wet pussy if you’re a very good girl.”
“I am notdripping!”
“Beg to differ, babygirl. You’re soaked back here.”
Ignoring her indignant huff, he spanked her right cheek, hard enough to raise a bright pink handprint and to have his own palm stinging from the impact.
“Oh! Dean, that’s too hard!”
He was tuned into her enough he would have heard any real distress in her voice. But since he didn’t, and since she had been rather naughty, he followed up with an equally hard swat to the opposite cheek.
Careful what you wish for, babygirl.
The back of the couch was high enough to force her up onto her tiptoes, so she didn’t have much purchase to kick up a fuss, but she still managed to wiggle her hips plenty as he spanked. Thank god he’d already stated his intention to fuck her when her punishment was over, because he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to hold off if he hadn’t. Watching her gorgeous ass jiggle as it turned a darker and darker pink under his hand was a sight he knew he’d never forget as long as he lived.
By the time he stopped, her skin had taken on a deep rosy hue, and she was issuing a steady stream of whimpered apologies.
And when he tapped the paddle against those reddened globes, her whimpers morphed into outright begging.
“Dean, I’m sorry, you don’t have to paddle me. I swear I’ll go to bed, and I’ll be a good girl forever, I learned my lesson.”
“Sorry, babygirl. I promised you a paddling and I always keep my promises.”
Her cry of dismay mingled with the firstsmackof the leather across her right cheek, and it was music to his fucking ears. The paddle left behind a slightly darker patch of red, and he indulged himself in tracing the faintly raised outline of it.
Beautiful.
When the paddle connected with her opposite cheek, she tried to kick her legs up, but quickly lowered them again when she lost her already precarious balance and nearly tumbled forward onto the cushions.
“Careful, babygirl. You don’t want to hurt yourself. That’s my job.”
