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I leaned over the bench at Drew’s command. This was usually my happy place. I loved impact play. The harder, the better. I’d never met an implement I didn’t like.
But something told me this would be a completely new experience. Drew secured restraints around my wrists, running a finger along the inside of each one to check the fit. Once he was satisfied with that, he placed a hand on my back, pressing me down until I was bent over the bench.
I could feel his presence as he stepped back. I tugged experimentally at my hands. There was no give. He’d restrained me firmly in place.
Drew’s foot came between my feet, pushing them apart. The cool air brushed over the area between my legs. I felt my face heat as I realized Drew could see the arousal already gathering there.
Drew’s hand ran lightly over my backside. “You don’t seem to mark easy, kitten.”
I fought to keep my voice even. “I’ve never had marks that last until the next day. Never. No one has ever given me enough for that.”
“I think it’s time to change that, baby. Tell me why you’re getting this punishment.” There was a dangerous edge to Drew’s voice.
It sent a shiver up my spine. I needed this punishment.
“I shouldn’t have had so much to drink, Sir. I should have talked to you instead of to Avery. I shouldn’t have had an attitude this morning. I’m sorry, Sir.” I paused, trying to get the words out. “Please, Sir. Please don’t hold back,” I whispered.
His footsteps retreated. From the time I’d spent in the club, I knew he was heading toward the wall of implements. With the club otherwise silent, every sound echoed. The scratch of implements being taken down from the wall. The gentle tap of them against one another.
My stomach flipped as his footsteps grew closer.
“What are your safe words, Emma?” Drew’s deep voice washed over me.
Complete dominance oozed from him. I was nervous—scared even—but above all, I felt safe. Cared for.
“Red, Sir. And Yellow.”
Drew ran a finger lightly down my back. “Use them if and when you need them. Punishments are sometimes exempt from safe words, but this will be hard. Intense. It will be more than you’re asking for, and more than you think you want. If it is more than you can take, I expect you to use the safe words. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Drew’s hand settled on my lower back. The weight of his hand seemed to pin me in place even more than the restraints. “Because this is a punishment, we will forego a warm-up.”
The silence following his words was broken by the whistle of air and a crack. My brain registered the sound a split second before the pain. The leather strap struck hard on my backside once, then again before I had time to react to the million bee stings that assaulted my delicate skin. Drew continued to bring the strap down, alternating quick strikes with slower, more deliberate blows. The fire built with each slap. The sting got more intense each time the leather landed.
Without a warmup, the pain lingered. The burn didn’t fade into that beautiful warmth that I was expecting. I could barely catch my breath. There was no subspace. Each time I tried to float away, another blow brought me right back. More than the pain, the regret of disappointing Drew overwhelmed me.
This was new. The idea that I cared so much about pleasing a Dom. The feeling that I deserved this punishment, that I needed to be corrected, but that it was out of caring.
Tears pricked my eyes. I gritted my teeth. I’d never cried from a spanking before, but I couldn’t stop them as they pooled, emotions sliding down my cheeks, dripping off the end of my nose to the floor.
Drew paused and ran his hand over my ass. The cool of his hand was almost soothing against the fire on my backside. Then he squeezed. It ignited the deep burn all over again. I couldn’t hold back my gasp.
“I think we’re getting somewhere.”
The strap hit the ground with a soft thud. Something else traced a light line over my sore cheeks. Smooth, heavy.
A wooden paddle.
The paddle lifted and came crashing back down without a pause. It covered more area than the strap. The weight of it, along with the heavy force Drew put behind it, beat me further into submission.
I couldn’t hold in my cries. They became louder as the paddle continued to fall. Subspace was a distant hope at this point. There was no peaceful escape.
The heavy wood slammed down on my ass. I lost count of how many he’d given me. It was only when the fire faded, ever so slightly, into a deep, hot burn that I realized he’d stopped.
I floated on the edge of subspace for a moment.Finally.
Something new traced over my bottom cheeks. Hard, cool, thin.A crop?No, it didn’t seem to have the little flap of leather at the end.
