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She looked up and met his eyes then, and gave him a cheeky grin. “So I can stop it because the pain is bad?”
Despite himself, Jason chuckled. “You can. But it kinda defeats the whole purpose, doesn’t it? If that’s what you intend to do, it’s pointless us even starting. The safe word, or the signal, or whatever we decide to use, is only if it’s too much and youneedto stop. Not just because you’re chickening out and don’t want to face the consequences of your actions.”
Catherine pouted, but it wasn’t serious. He knew her too well for that. She was playing, teasing him. Showing him in her own way that she trusted him. He could do this. She would let him.
* * *
Catherine wasn’t sure that she wanted a spanking, or really that it would work to stop her from running away when she got upset. Not if she was honest with herself. It was a habit that was so ingrained in her, she didn’t truly know that she’d be able to break it, even knowing how much it upset Jason when she did it. But she also knew that she deserved it, and she did agree that she needed to face the consequences of her actions. Having a slightly busted knee and an expensive helicopter rescue bill wasn’t enough punishment. Not really.
So she nodded. “Okay.” Then she looked at him seriously, needing to know that what she had to say next was important. Very important. He looked back at her, silently assuring her that he understood.
“As long as you promise to stop if I signal,” she said. “Because if you don’t, it’s going to be like a huge betrayal, and that will be the end of us. Because after what I’ve been through… I need to know that I can trust you, alright?”
Jason leaned forward and took her in his arms, kissing her hair lightly.
“Of course, baby girl. Of course I’ll stop if you signal.” He emphasised the wordof coursejust slightly, just enough to let her know that he was serious; he wasn’t going to let her down. “You can trust me, baby.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with, then.”
Reaching down, she pushed the icepack away off her knee and sat up properly. She wasn’t in so much pain anymore; the ice had numbed most of it. But there was still a dull ache in her knee that ran up her leg and she knew she wouldn’t be able to put much weight on it, if any at all.
“I can’t stand up,” she said, a bit redundantly. “So how is this going to work?”
Jason smirked. “You don’t need to be able to stand up for what I have planned, darlin’. The only place I need access to is your ass, and that’s best achieved by me tipping you over my lap. But wait.”
He got to his feet, leaving her sitting there by herself on the bed, but he didn’t go far, only into the kitchen. She heard him rattling around in there for a second and then he came back brandishing a big wooden spoon triumphantly, tapping it against the palm of his hand in a slightly threatening, intimidating manner.
Catherine gulped. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.
He must have seen her appalled expression because he pointed the spoon at her and smirked again, raising an eyebrow sternly in the process. “You didn’t seriously think I was just going to use my hand, did you? This was a pretty serious infraction, Catherine. It deserves something far more severe than my hand.” He tapped the spoon against his palm again and she winced at the loudcrackthat echoed around the small room. “We’re going to start with this and finish off with my belt. I mean for you to learn this lesson, baby girl. I need for it to stick.”
Jason sat down on the edge of the bed, bracing his feet securely on the floor and stretching, straightening his back. Then he reached for her.
“Come on, baby girl, over you go.”
Between them, they managed to get her positioned over Jason’s muscular thighs without her having to put her foot on the floor for even a second. She wiggled around a bit, trying to get herself a bit more comfortable while she still could, gripping his jeans down at the ankles tightly, so she felt less like she was going to tip off and more like she was in charge of the situation.
“If you need me to stop, raise your hand into the air,” Jason instructed softly. “You can make as much noise as you want and protest all you like—that’s not going to stop me. Obviously if I see you panic, I’ll stop immediately. But telling me to stop isn’t going to stop the punishment, baby girl. You need to raise your hand to do that. Understand?”
Catherine felt pretty undignified like that, with her face to the floor and her ass high in the air, but she nodded gratefully.
“Yes,” she told him clearly. “I understand.”
“Okay, we’ll start then.”
Jason reached underneath her to undo the button and zip on her jeans and she obligingly lifted her hips so he could slide her jeans and underwear down her legs, pushing them right down past her knees. A whimper caught in her throat as she willingly let him bare her, but she forced it back.I deserve this,she told herself.
“Last chance to back out,” Jason said, resting his large hand on the crest of her bare bottom.
With everything in her, she wanted to chicken out. She really did. And she knew, if she said the word, Jason would put her back upright and nothing would happen. But she also knew that, ultimately,theywouldn’t happen, if he didn’t take care of her disobedience now. It might not be because of a choice either of them would make, but it’s what she knew would happen, nonetheless. She knew all too well how one little ounce of bitterness or resentment could build and fester and escalate until it destroyed a relationship.
“No.” She shook her head firmly. “I’m not backing out.”
“Good.”
Jason wasted no time in laying down the first smacks, his flattened palm landing hard, right across the middle of her bottom, over and over again. He wasn’t spanking gently, she could tell. These swats were much harder than what he’d given her on the side of the road, and they’d stung far more than she’d expected them to. These swats, right now, burned and throbbed and stung unbearably, the sting increasing with every ferocious swat he laid down. His heavy hand continued to fall, first on the right cheek then the left, and he wasn’t holding much back. Thecrackof flesh on flesh rang out in the small hut and even when Jason started to lecture her, she tuned him out, focusing only on the noise and the pain.
She lost count of how many times his hard hand fell. But when his hand eventually stilled, resting lightly on the back of her thighs and he finally stopped lecturing, her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
