AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Carter cringed at the sugar in that one. He was thinking more natural strawberry or vanilla, but a deal was a deal. He nodded. “Rocky Road it is.”
“Yes! With chocolate syrup?”
“Don’t push it.” He kissed her. “Now, panties off. You have ten seconds.”
Becky hesitated momentarily, but when his fitness watch came up so he could time her, Becky kicked into action and pulled off her tights and panties under her flowing skirt. Carter loved spanking her when he had to lift her billowing skirts. He patted his knee and moved his hands to allow her to settle over his thigh.
When she was in place, Carter tossed her clothing up and patted her bottom, circling, kneading her cheeks, warming the area so his swats wouldn’t bruise. Her skin was light, and hercoloring came quickly under his hand. He loved that look and the increasing sounds of discomfort she mumbled. It made him as hard as it made her wet. Yeah, they were made for each other.
At the beginning of their dating, her quick skin coloring had worried him the first few times that she was over his knee, but soon, it was apparent that coloring or squeals were not good indicators of anything but light skin and rising libido. Spanking was an art form with rules and precision he was sure Becky didn’t consciously appreciate, but in the practical application, he was sure she did.
Carter was forever grateful that his girl allowed them to share this in their relationship. It fed his Daddy Dom’s need to pamper, protect and correct, but it was also sexy as fuck. He punished in other ways, which also worked, but when he spanked, he rarely ended the experience without his girl getting a spectacular orgasm. Tonight would be no exception.
Becky’s beautiful backside was warm and medium pink. Just how Carter wanted it. She was utterly relaxed. Yep, that looked about right.
Chapter 8
Carter’s hands caressed her bare bottom as he began to spank her, and the sensation made her gasp with the suddenness of it. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as he brought his hand down hard against her naked, quivering bottom. With each spank, she felt a thrill go through her body as she imagined her skin beginning to turn from pink to red. Her breathing became labored, and Carter ignoring the sound of her pleas for mercy only made her more aroused. This was the man she had lost for a while. He was back in full form, and she sunk into the emotional rush of his control.
She could identify the scent of her own arousal, which was thick in the air mingling with the heightened maleness of his essence. The feeling of Carter’s firm hand rhythmically bouncing off of her lower cheeks was like a drug, lulling her into the pleasurable pain she ached for. She needed more.
“More,” she begged, arching her back to present her now flaming backside to him.
The tears were close, but she didn’t want to simply cry. She needed more. Becky’s mind and body demanded that she wash away all the trouble and mistakes she had made lately. The pain of Carter’s rejection still hurt, and she wanted all of those misunderstandings cleansed away.
“Becky baby, are you sure?”
“Yes, I need it. Please,” she begged again.
“Use your word if you need to.”
His hand landed harder and harder. Her desire coursed through her veins, and she was determined to feel every bit of her passion and guilt, his disappointment and fear, and their need. Becky couldn’t get that final release of culpability otherwise. She’d almost died for her recklessness. As she rocked on his thighs in desperation, vainly chasing that release of her guilt, she gasped and wailed in defeat.
“No, I can’t... I need...”
“I know what you need, baby. Hold on.”
He moved her slightly away from him, and she collapsed in devastation. He wasn’t going to finish the retribution she needed to pay. She reached over to bite his calf to bring on the finish she needed until she heard it. The rattling of his belt buckle and the swooshing filled the room and echoed back. Her belly trembled at the familiar, telltale sound that told Becky he knew his girl and loved her so much he wouldn’t allow her to sit in her unresolved guilt. That he understood she had almost ruined it all.
He placed her on the sofa. “Kneel up, Rebecca.” She scrambled into place almost too eager for someone about to feel the lash of her lover’s leather. “That’s Daddy’s good girl. Now lean over the back of the sofa, bottom presented.”
She did. The anticipation was debilitating, causing a tremor and antsiness she knew Carter would not allow for long.
Carter’s presence was commanding, from the firm grip of his hands to the way his shoulders squared when he entered a room or declared his decisions. His voice was a gentle rumble that vibrated through Becky’s core, making her feel at ease and safe even when he was about to exact punishment. She melted when her Daddy dominated her, when he drove her to places of brilliance that she had never been without him, when he opened views into her very soul and exposed parts of her she’d never known existed.
Under his protection, Becky melted into his embrace, his muscular arms around her, keeping her safe and secure even when over the top, like recently. Carter’s voice held an underlying authority that sent shivers down Becky’s spine whenever he spoke. She sank into his words like a warm embrace.
His voice wasn’t cold, but it was made of steel. He brought with him possessive protection. Firm, assertive, decisive, secure protection. Becky knew Carter didn’t like to punish this intensely. He was a lover first, but Becky had always needed cleansing when things went wrong due to her actions. She was a person who needed to atone, and Carter saw that. He offered that cleansing, forcing it on her even when she initially resisted. He knew her so well.
No other words were spoken as the belt flamed her ass. It drew a deep groan from the depths of her core. Yes, this is what she needed. Two, three, four swipes of the leather across the plumpness of her bottom. The fifth landed across the tender sit spot she’d known he would address. He always did, when using his belt. It achieved the goal more quickly. She expected it every time and yet was surprised when he landed there. Then six, seven on her upper thighs. Yes, just a little more. The pain was almost too much. She almost safeworded in defeat but then three final leather stripes, delivered in the exact same spot, her tender transitional sit spot. She broke.
Carter stopped. He sagged over her and kissed her flaming backside. His sigh was loud when he kissed and fondled her almost desperately. She cried hard as his tongue found her small brown entrance that he teased before moving to the throbbing entrance to her inner wetness. He needed this as much as she did. Carter leaned over and ran his short nails over her throbbing scorched bottom, searing it again. She cried out in erotic pain.
“Don’t move,” he said sternly.
The thrill of this Carter nearly overtook her. She ached and hurt and was so damn stimulated by the spanking, his belting, then hands, lips, and tongue attending to her needs she almost didn’t breathe. She could feel the warmth radiating off her partner’s body as he moved his hands down her body, sending shivers through her with each gentle caress. The atmosphere was thick with expectation and the scent of their combined arousal. He got rougher.
She let out a low moan as his touch became more insistent, his tongue more intrusive, and the sensations grew more intense. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of pleasure that was building up inside her. The sound of her partner’s breathing grew heavier with each passing moment, and the smell of their arousal now filled the room. She pushed back against his mouth, and he slapped her outer thigh.
