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“The rules of your punishment are easy to follow, Callie. You’ll take thirty, with my hand only. I want you to count each one aloud. There is to be no coming—if you orgasm without permission, I’ll wring more from you until you’re begging me to stop. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Daddy Eli.”
“Let’s get this over with, then. Crawl up the bed to Daddy Evander.”
Someone was getting in the spirit of things, she thought. Hearing him refer to Evander asDaddywas all kinds of wrong—in a filthily right way.
The sheets were cool under her palms as she turned and slid onto the bed. Her butt twitched under Elias’s tangible stare, sensing his intent. Rather than crawling, she chose to squirm up the mattress instead in order to protect her vulnerable bits.
Evander laughed. “Are you a caterpillar now?”
“This isn’t funny,” she mumbled, inching her way along until she was between his long legs.
“No, it’s not,” Elias agreed soberly. “Get that bottom up in the air, little one. Now,” he added, kneeling between her legs as he pushed them apart. “Evander, if you’d kindly restrain our naughty girl.”
“My pleasure,” her lover purred. His huge hands clamped around her wrists, pinning them to his thighs. “Try not to wiggle too much, Callie. You don’t want his hand smacking something sensitive.”
Rough palms landed on her butt, kneading her cheeks with enough gentleness that it felt like a firm massage. As far up as the base of her spine, down to the middle of her thighs.
Up and down until her skin sang.
Wetness slicked her pussy; she felt the tug of arousal deep in her core. Clenching on emptiness, there was nothing she could do but moan.
The first stinging slap came out of nowhere, slashing across her right cheek like a line of fire.
The shock of it stunned her brain, until she remembered what Elias required from her.
“One,” she gasped.
“One what?”
“One, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
The next volley came in a steady parade, the crack of his palm on flesh interspersed by her breathless counting. Never on the same spot, always a little bit higher or lower, until her bottom was on fire and tingling.
He'd need a break, she hoped.Prayed.His hand must be stinging as fiercely as her butt.
But there was no reprieve—he switched to her left cheek seamlessly.
Eyes wide and accusatory, Callie glared at Evander—the first time she’d looked at him throughout the punishment.
His dark gaze was ripe with sympathy, but there was no mistaking the glint of desire burning bright.
“Eli is ambidextrous, sweetness. He’s as adept at using his left hand as he is with the right.” His fingers flexed comfortingly on her wrists, his thumbs stroking her skin.
“Don’t distract her when she’s counting, otherwise I’ll have to start all over again.”
Oh hell, no. Every smack felt like his hand was a wooden board, there was no way she could take double. Trying to recall what number she’d last said, she blurted, “Eleven, Sir!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
By the time they reached fifteen, her breath was starting to catch. A hitch here and there, a soft sob when that hard weapon of ass-destruction struck a particularly tender spot. Her eyes were damp, burning each time she blinked.
Five more spanks, and she was ready to break.
Circling her flaming ass with a firm caress, Elias spoke in a low voice. Thick with pleasure, resonant with dominance, it stroked down her spine like loving fingertips. “Such a good girl, taking your punishment this way. Holding so still for me. Being so brave.”
