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Nova considered for a few moments and he appreciated that she was taking this seriously. Then again, she’d always been the good student, the cautious and thoughtful one. “I guess it’s more like impact? No spanking or paddling or caning or flogging, especially on my bottom. But also on my pussy or my breasts. But I’ve done uncomfortable bondage, or worn clamps, or had to eat food that was too spicy before.”
“And those were all okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How do you feel about blowjobs?”
Nova curled her lips between her teeth, and when she let go they were wet. “I thought we were talking about punishments?”
Linc smirked. “All right then. I think I’ve got a plan. But I’m going to need to make another call to the kitchen…”
Chapter 23
Not much later, there was a knock on the door and Linc answered it. Nova wasn’t honestly sure what to expect although she had some ideas. So many ideas, actually, that were exploding in her brain like popcorn kernels.
Linc didn’t seem like a very strict or harsh disciplinarian, but she was weirdly glad he hadn’t given up when she said punishment spankings were a hard limit. No, he’d found a way to discipline her that would hopefully work for both of them. Even if it went south, she truly appreciated his effort.
He’d exchanged their breakfast dishes for whatever it was he’d asked the kitchen for and put the small bag down on her two person dining table. Linc pulled out a chair and sat, letting his legs sprawl. He was so tall and handsome and looked like he belonged here. And unlike when they’d been in school, he seemed at ease in his own skin. It was nice to see even if she knew he’d be disciplining her shortly.
“Come here, Nova,” he instructed, and she got out of bed and shuffled toward him, stopping a couple feet away. “Closer.”
Nova took another step, and Linc nodded his approval.
“There are three parts to your punishment, and you can safeword at any time. You remember your safeword, right?”
“Tater tots.”
Just saying it made her smile, and the corners of Linc’s mouth hitched up in return.
“Good girl. I’ll also accept ‘red,’ and since we don’t know each other very well, I’ll check in if you say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or anything like that. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
There was a brief tightening of his jaw but not for long, and Nova thought she knew why. She so desperately wanted to call him Daddy like he’d told her to, but she didn’t want the first time she remembered doing it to be during a punishment. She hoped he understood.
Linc nodded and then rummaged in the bag from the kitchen. He came up with a small Ziploc of rice which he opened and dumped on the wood floor in front of him.
“Pants off and kneel, Little girl.”
Oh, ouch. But Nova didn’t argue. No, she pushed her pajama pants off and tossed them to the side before she sunk down and winced as her knees and shins met the hard, uncooked grains.
“You’re going to sit back on your heels, and keep your hands in your lap, while I get the rest of this ready.”
Once she’d done as she’d been told, Linc pulled a ginger root from the kitchen bag, and a Swiss Army knife from his pocket. Because of course he was the kind of man who would carry a pocket knife even while he was at a kink resort.
While she watched him peel and carve the ginger into a familiar shape, Nova couldn’t help shifting which made the rice dig into new and uncomfortable places on her shins and knees and the tops of her feet. Which was probably the point. As was making her pay attention to the spicy, peppery, sweet smell that would be uncomfortably warming her insides momentarily.
“Nose and palms to the floor, ass to the ceiling,” Linc told her once he seemed satisfied with his handiwork.
She didn’t have a lot of room between where she knelt and the legs of the chair but she managed. There was a twinge of humiliation taking this position while he fussed with something in the kitchen area, ran the faucet, and then came back.
He was behind her, and then he was peeling her panties over her hips to expose her bare bottom. And then, even though she was expecting it, the blunt end of the ginger pushing at her rear entrance still startled her.
“Come on, little girl. Loosen up. Daddy’s going to fig you as part of your punishment. You know it’ll just be worse if you clamp down.”
She did know that but it was still a mental battle to force her body to accept the root that she knew would make her insides warm and then burn. That was why it was called submission. And punishment.
It didn’t take long until Linc had inserted the hand-carved plug into her bottom and then helped her kneel up. It was uncomfortable for sure, the rice under her shins and the ginger in her ass and her underwear around the tops of her thighs, but her nipples had hardened and she knew if he stroked between her legs, he’d find her wet.
