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She nodded.
“Words, baby. Do you want to say your safe word now?”
She shook her head, and he released a grumble deep in his chest. “No, Carter, I don’t want to say it.”
“And what is it?”
“Pickle juice, but you’re scaring me.”
“Are you afraid of me, baby?” He almost stopped breathing.
Becky shook her head. “No, but you never ask me if I want to use my word or what it is.”
“I have to be sure because you used it. I need to know that you understand that I will always honor it. If I start, I have to know you understand it’s because you didn’t ask me to stop. I can see the body language and the antsiness that you are desperate for me to take control, so you don’t have to decide what to do right now. I’m going to do that.”
“Okay. You know, I really love it when you Daddy me. I love you.”
Carter almost stopped his hardass moves at that moment, but his mental kick in the butt told him to get his shit together and be the man she needed.
Leaning in, he kissed her lips deeply until she moaned her desire in his mouth. He released her lips and hooked his thumbs in her sweatpants, dragging them and her panties to her feet.
“Step.”
She hesitated, and he waited her out. She stepped out and his hands went to her plump bottom cheeks, rubbing, squeezing, patting them. His manipulations became increasingly intense. Without another word, he pulled her over his thigh, placing her upper body over the bed, her legs dangling and her bottom well centered. Because he wanted her to feel him, and he needed to keep contact with her, he started with a sound hand spanking.
Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat.
Hard spanks in the same place got her immediate attention. She wasn’t getting a warm-up because this spanking had a naughty, needy girl on the receiving end.
Swat. Swat. Swat. Swat.
Another four in the same spot on the other cheek. Then he covered her entire backside with deliberate spanks, meant to convey that Daddy is in control and minding him is very important to his baby’s safety and welfare.
Becky rarely kicked or twisted during a spanking, but she also rarely experienced a punishment spanking. Now, her movements had become rhythmic. He stopped spanking and grabbed his belt. Rolling the well-worn leather around the buckle locked in his hand, he let the leather end land on her ass. She cried out. She knew she could use her word, but he also knew she wouldn’t. He watched and would go nowhere close to her endurance line.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
He raised her so her sit spot and upper thighs were displayed better. Another five leather stripes on her quivering bottom were enough. She had cried herself out, and her resistance had goneas well. Now, they would get somewhere, and it would reassure her he was again her Daddy in every way.
The belt hit the floor, the buckle’s brass jangle signaling the landing, but Becky didn’t show any notice. Carter scooped her up and slid his body further on the bed, bringing Becky with him and placing his back against the headboard. Pulling her to him so he could cradle her in his arms, he drew her close and rocked until she was ready to speak.
“Sorry I was so stubborn. I just couldn’t find a way out of my anger and frustration.”
“How are those now?”
She shared with him a shy, silly smile. “Mostly gone.”
“Good, now back to where we were. Tell me what is going on. What has changed the plans? How have the circumstances changed?”
“Okay, but don’t interrupt me with your sage advice until I’m done telling. Promise?”
Carter raised his eyebrow in disbelief, but she was so damn cute in her best Daddy Bear’s Baby Bear pampered headspace. He nodded. “Go on.”
Becky stumbled and had a few false starts, but once she got going, everything came tumbling out. Her suspicions, thought processes, fears, the decision to go to her parents, and all the pent-up emotions associated with everything from the past weeks. And blessed tears. She was a mess for a while, but as she spilled all the jumbled chaos inside, things began to take shape and meaning for Carter.
How his girl could have kept so much from him was difficult to comprehend, but he knew it was partly because he had withdrawn from a deep connection for too long when he feared the marriage conversation. Now, that wasn’t the case. Now he was deep diving into their relationship, taking charge, which had thrown his girl off track. Carter listened and responded whennecessary but otherwise sat and held his baby as she spilled her pain all over him. He wanted it all out, so he didn’t try to direct or ask any questions now. Just let her go until she was spent, and the words no longer flowed.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he crooned as he resumed rocking her. “I left you stranded, and you felt you needed to deal with so many things alone. But I told you before, and I meant it then and now. You do not have to deal with things alone anymore. I was afraid to rock the boat, but this is Daddy rocking the boat hard. No more secrets, or there will be consequences. No more handling tough issues alone. No going off when I don’t know where you are, the times you will be gone, or the mission that takes you there. And I’m going to keep you in the loop with whatever we find or don’t find and work through the emotions attached together.”
