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Jason let go of her and part of her wanted to take the opportunity to get up and run, but she made herself stay right there in position, just as Jason had told her to do. She felt him touch the stick to the inside of her left bottom cheek, as though sizing her up, taking aim.
“Make sure you keep your fingers out of the way,” he warned.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Immediately, the tip of the stick flicked against her tender skin, right where Jason had aimed it previously, and Catherine nearly bolted. The biting ache was far more than she was expecting. She’d known it would sting, but the deep throb left behind by the tip of the broken spoon handle was more than just a sting. It was a deep, bruising ache on top of a stinging kiss, and it took all her willpower to keep holding herself open.
Jason flicked his wrist in such a way that the stick hit alternate sides quickly, multiple times in a second, and a low moan forced its way from her lips. At the same time, a bolt of desire tightened in the pit of her belly.
She held her breath as the tip of the stick continued to fall, smacking the inside of her cheeks thoroughly, and when he flicked it brutally right down the centre of her bottom, directly on her forbidden hole, she let out a desperate squeak. A second smack snapped down directly on top of the first, and Catherine couldn’t take it anymore; she let go of her buttocks and clenched them tightly together, desperate to stop the assault. But clenching hurt—the inside of her bottom felt bruised and sore—so instantly, she tried to relax.
“Owowowowow!” she shrieked, covering the middle of her bottom with her hands. “No more! Please no more!”
To her relief, Jason threw the broken wooden spoon aside and sighed, placing his hands gently on top of hers. “Okay. I’ve put it down. Move your hands now, baby girl. I’m going to spank you some more. Hard ones.”
“You’ve already spanked me hard!” Catherine protested, not fighting him as he held her wrists and moved her hands away.
“And now I’m going to spank you harder.”
Catherine whimpered and squirmed, but Jason held her fast, his large hand holding both her wrists easily, preventing her from getting away. She clenched every muscle in her body before remembering clenching her butt hurt so bad, bracing herself for the smacks she knew were to come.
Smack! Smack! Smack!Jason put a lot of force into the whacks, laying each one down one on top of the other, each directly across the middle of her bottom, reigniting the burn that already lingered between her cheeks.
And then, mercifully, he stopped.
“Up you get, baby girl,” he said, patting her scorched bottom.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “My knee.”
“I’ll help you.” Gently, Jason slipped an arm around Catherine’s waist, lifting her just enough so she could stand on one wobbly leg. “Lie down.”
Reaching forward, Jason piled all the pillows in the middle of the bed, and Catherine lay across them, arranging the pile underneath her pelvis so her bottom was propped high in the air. Carefully, Jason slipped off her jeans and knickers, easing them gently over her shoes, and threw them to the floor, leaving her completely naked from the waist down.
“You’re looking pretty red and sore already, little girl, and now I’m going to whip you with my belt.”
“No.” Catherine whispered the protest. “Please, no.”
“Yes.” Jason was firm. “You ran from me. You can never run from me, Catherine. Never. You hear me?” The pain in Jason’s voice nearly broke her heart.
“Yes Jason,” she said softly. “I hear you.”
“Daddy,” he corrected firmly.
Catherine choked back a sob. “Yes, Daddy,” she cried. “I hear you. I’ll never run from you again, I promise.” With all of her being, Catherine meant it. She really, really wanted to keep her promise. She just hoped she could.
“Good.”
Behind her, she heard Jason fumble with his belt, heard the jangle of the buckle, the whoosh as he ripped it from his pants. Quickly, fearfully, she risked a quick glance at Jason and saw him fold his thick leather belt over, palming the buckle end. She flinched as he swished it through the air.
“How many?” she asked, gulping.
“As many as I think you deserve,” he said.
“How many is that?” For some reason, it was important to her that she knew how many times he was planning to whip her. She needed something to focus on. If she could count them down, keep track of them in her head, it might make it easier for her to get through the punishment. She’d never been whipped with a belt before and it wasn’t an experience she was looking forward to.
“I’m going to keep going until I think you’re sorry.”
“I am sorry!” Catherine cried. “I really am!” She turned away and buried her face in the bedcovers before Jason shook his head.
