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They had been cracking her good, and she’d swear her backside resembled a bruised tomato. That’s how it felt, anyway. Stingy and hot and raw and swollen.
Cricket pulled at her wrists and tried to press into the couch. Maybe it would just swallow her and her misery would be over. But she knew it wouldn’t. She was so close but the last two would be the worst and she was already sobbing and it was hard to believe they could understand her when she counted and said thank you.
“Okay, babygirl, last one. You’re going to stick that pretty bottom as far out as you can for me.”
Cricket cried even harder at his demand and shook her head. She couldn’t, just couldn’t. It was one thing to be bound and “forced” to take her punishment; it was an entirely different thing to chase her own pain.
“Go on. Do it now or we’ll start over.”
But she also couldn’t bear the idea of going through that again. Partly because she was certain that they’d covered her entire backside with stinging, smarting, burning stripes and they’d be layering over those already unbearably tender spots.
So she did it. Because of the way they’d bound her, she couldn’t move very far, but she still forced her hips back, which caused her tits to slide off the back of the couch and hang down. At least they hadn’t clamped her nipples. Small mercies.
“That’s a good girl, sweetheart. Just look at that exquisite, red, tender bottom and those livid welts. Such a lovely, well-disciplined baby, asking for more.”
Then there was a white hot stripe of anguish across one of her butt cheeks and she cried out as she reared up. Jumping jellyfish that had hurt. So much. So, so much. If she cried much harder she wouldn’t be able to breathe, but she managed to say “Nineteen. Thank you, Daddy,” while keening.
“One more, Cricket. Just one more. Push that gorgeous ass out one more time, and then you’ll be done.”
It was so tempting to safeword. So, so tempting because she was feeling overwhelmed and torn to pieces. But if she took this last one, she could shatter without guilt or shame or regret and then they’d put her back together.
Moving her body with sheer willpower, Cricket wrestled her hips back while she continued to weep.
“There you go, Little girl. You’re such a good girl for Uncle Linc.”
There wasn’t even a second between his last word and the slicing sensation of the wicked rubber tail across her flesh. Cricket let out a strangled cry, then said a hasty “twenty, thank you Uncle Linc,” so she could bawl her eyes out.
* * *
Owen’s head was buzzing. His babygirl was so fucking incredible, and she was his. He’d been on alert for her to safe out because he’d never pushed her this hard. Part of the reason he’d had her count at the end was to make sure she could still talk. She could, even if he could barely understand her.
The fact that she’d pushed through all of that was borderline miraculous. He would’ve been pleased and proud if she’d tapped out when Linc told her she had twenty swats left but she’d gone all the way.
He and Linc got her out of her restraints as soon as humanly possible and helped her over to the bed where they laid her down on her side. Cricket pressed herself close to him as she sobbed into his shirt. Linc laid down behind her but was careful not to get too close because her ass probably felt like an active volcano.
Owen wanted to get some water and ibuprofen into his love bug right away because she was going to be dehydrated and probably get a headache from all that crying, but what Cricket needed most right now were cuddles from her Daddy, and attention and affection from Linc.
“Daddy is so proud of you, babygirl. You did amazing, and I’m so impressed with you. Such a brave and determined girl.”
He held her close and didn’t hold back any praise. There were moments to be stingy and this definitely wasn’t one of them. They’d put her through the wringer and she’d done every damn thing they asked of her.
Owen stroked her hair, kissed the top of her head, and kept up a constant prattle of approval and compliments. He was running out of ways to tell her how magnificent she was when Cricket sniffed and peeled her face away from his chest.
“Daddy?” she croaked.
Oh, his sweet Little girl was going to need some extra TLC for a couple days, that was for sure. He’d be only too happy to give it to her.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Water, pease?”
“Of course. In a baba or a sippy?”
“Baba, pease, Daddy.”
Not a surprise when she’d slipped into the baby talk. He looked over her shoulder at Linc because there was no way in hell he was going to leave Cricket for even a second.
“Can you get her some water? The bottles are on the bottom shelf of the cabinet next to the faucet. And some chewable ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.”
