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Archer dropped my hands and tucked my hair behind my ears before wiping my tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Do you need to safeword? I wasn't quite done, but if you need me to be…”
That was honestly the last thing I wanted. The pain was so intense but with it came this immense relief, this cathartic cleansing of all my old hurts… this… hope. I shook my head emphatically from side to side before finding my voice. “No, Daddy. I want… you to punish me. Please.”
Chapter 16
Archer
She was a vision. Messy hair, red puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, glowing red ass and I was sure she was the most beautiful woman in the room. She was certainly the most stunning woman I'd ever seen, let alone played with. And she was all mine.
I really thought for a minute that the cane had been too much. That I’d broken her to the point that the night would be over, but she just took a minute, said what she had to say. I'd never seen a more gorgeous sight than her as her tearful stuttered apologies fell from her luscious red lips.
And then she asked me to continue, her eyes lit with stubbornness and something I couldn't quite place, and I happily obliged.
Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, I quickly stood, picking up the cane from where I'd dropped it as I returned to my spot behind her and assessed the damage. I was sure she was in pain, and sitting would not be comfortable, but despite her angry red skin and the crisscrossing stripes across her globes, none of the marks would last more than a day or two. That was good. Despite the fact that I planned to continue executing a damn good spanking, I wanted tonight to be about marking her heart, not her body.
“Do you think you’re learning your lesson, babygirl?” I asked, despite already knowing what the answer was.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was still shaky but her sobs had turned to quiet whimpers.
A part of me wanted to rush through the rest of the spanking, but I knew I wouldn't be doing either of us any favors. This was a pivotal scene in the early stages of our relationship?a relationship I hoped would continue for a long time, maybe even forever.
Forever.
That was not a thought I'd ever had before and it stopped me in my tracks. Was it just because I was growing up and getting older, more settled in my career? Was it because my friends around me were settling down so I was finally ready to? Or had I just found the one? My parents, who had been together forty years now, after a short romance and whirlwind courtship, followed by an overseas elopement, always told me that when you knew, you knew.
Did I know?
My breath hitched in my chest as I realized I did.
Licking my lips because my mouth suddenly felt like I swallowed a cactus, I shook my head to ward off a train of thought I needed to not go down in this exact moment and focused on the implement in my hand.
“Ready babygirl?” I asked. “Just a bit more.” I didn't pick a number. Her body and reactions would let me know when she was done. She was almost there.
“Ready, Daddy.” She didn't sound ready. Her response was so faint I had to strain to hear it.
But she gave it and that was all that mattered. Drawing the cane back with a flick of my wrist, I let it fly toward its target, smirking in satisfaction when she hissed and squealed.
“You need to be a good girl and trust Daddy,” I said because the lecture would get her closer to the end. “Not blindly, but unless I prove I don’t deserve it, you need to remember it's okay to ask questions. And you need to remember that sometimes Daddy won’t give you an answer, but I will try to always make sure you get what you need.”
My lecture sounded weird to my own ears. Almost like I was making vows. In a way I was, just not those kinds of vows. Soon?
Again my thoughts started to run away from me. I waited for her shaky response before cracking the thin line of fire across the top of the last one.
She started to cry again. It broke my heart but it was good. It was what I wanted. It was what she needed.
Ignoring her cries, I laid the next stripe across the tops of her thighs and crossed a second one over it.
Her shoulders shook and she strained against the restraints but she seemed to be pushing toward me. Not away from me.
Two more. I decided right then and there that it was all I would need to get the desired effect.
I let them fall quickly and watched her body's reaction. She was broken, but in the best way.
It took everything in me not to free her and scoop her into my arms but I knew neither of us would be happy with such an abrupt ending.
I carefully placed the cane back in Bain’s toy bag and ran my hands over her angry flesh. It was hot to the touch and welted in spots. The plug stood out nestled between her now-red cheeks.
I wedged my fingers around the base, wiggling it slightly, enjoying her gasp of surprised pleasure.
