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She whimpered as he moved his fingers lower along her pussy lips. Just as he’d suspected. She was wet.
Was she turned on by the idea of the belt? He wouldn’t hit her too hard. He didn’t want her to fear it. This was a punishment, but he never wanted to truly harm her.
“Every morning, you’re going to spend time with Papi.”
He watched as her shoulders relaxed. Yeah, she needed that as much as he did. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and placed them in his mouth, sucking them off.
“Deliciosa.”
“Alejandro,” she breathed out.
Smack! Smack!
“What do you call me when you’re getting punished?”
“Sir!”
“That’s better. Now, after lunch is when your punishment begins. You’ll come with me into my office and go over my lap for ten smacks with my hand. And you better not be wearing panties, or I’ll add to your punishment.”
She shifted back and forth.
Slap! Slap!
“Best you stay still, Pequeña, or your bottom will be sore before we even get to your spanking with the belt.”
She let out a small whimper.
“Now, take two steps back.”
He moved to the side as she stepped back.
“Excelente. Now I want you to bend right over before reaching back and parting your ass cheeks.”
“Sir,” she moaned.
“Now,” he commanded.
She leaned over and then reaching back, pulled her ass cheeks apart. He ran his finger over her puckered hole. “So tight. It’s going to feel so good around my dick. Then I’ll own all of you, won’t I, Pequeña? Heart, body, soul, pussy, mouth, and ass.”
She groaned. “That’s terrible.”
He gave her two more smacks with his hand.
“Now, the only question is whether I spank just your ass with the belt or I move lower to your thighs. That can be quite painful. I could also order you to lie on your back with your legs spread wide so I could smack your pretty pussy.”
She gasped.
In fear or arousal? Hard to tell.
Maybe another day. This was going to be hard enough for her, even with him going easy on her.
He stacked two pillows, one on top of the other at the end of the bed. “Come over here.”
She straightened and moved over to him, her eyes worried.
Shit.
He drew her into his arms, holding her tight. “What is your safeword?”
“Red.”
“Do you need to use it?”
“Not yet. I just . . . will it hurt a lot?”
“It will sting,” he told her. “But I’m not doing this to harm you. You understand that, right?”
“I know. And I really hope that after this, the guilt will lessen. Because I don’t like feeling this way.”
His poor girl.
“That’s the good thing about a punishment. Afterward, everything is forgiven. It’s a way of moving forward with a clean slate.”
She nodded and stepped away. “Then I’m ready.”
Cat was nervous.
But she had her safeword and she trusted Alejandro. Plus, she did need this. She wanted it. So she could get rid of this sick feeling of guilt.
“I want you to stand in front of the bed, then lean over the pillows. Spread your legs slightly. That’s it.”
She got into position, feeling her heart racing in anticipation.
A belt? Really?
“A couple more with my hand before we move to the belt. You were very naughty, after all. Not only did you lie to me, but you also put yourself in danger. What if I had been like Vince or Jacques?”
His hand landed over and over as he scolded her. By the time he stopped, her bottom was already throbbing.
And now he planned on using the belt on her? Ouch. She was going to die. She’d never sit again!
The belt landed, and it made a horrible noise that had her jumping and crying out.
He was right. It stung, but it wasn’t the hot, engulfing pain she’d thought it might be.
Another stripe.
Oh. “Ouch!”
“It’s meant to hurt.”
Two more. She was breathing heavily. But it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
“How are you doing? You need a break? To say your safeword?”
“I’m good, Sir.”
“Excelente. Good girl. You’re doing so well. My brave, beautiful girl.”
Those words swam through her, heating her blood as he landed two more stripes. Tears slid down her face.
Two more smacks. And her sobs broke free.
“Pequeña?”
“Keep going. I’m nearly there.” The tears were as much from relief as from pain. Her ass was hot, throbbing, and she wouldn’t sit well afterward.
But she’d take twice as much to feel this relief.
The final two landed and she collapsed. It was done. She’d survived and, even better, she felt so much lighter.
He murmured words to her in Spanish and English as he lay next to her, lifting her so she lay on top of him as he laid on his back.
“Was it too much?” he asked worriedly as he rubbed her back. “Talk to me.”
“No, no,” she told him. “Not too much. It was right. I’m sorry. The tears, they’re just a release. I just . . . it’s been so much.”
