by Madison Faye
I tried to do as he suggested but when half a dozen hard spanks fell onto each side of my bottom and then an additional three fell onto my sit spots, it was very hard not to tense up. Especially when my sit spots got punished, because that stung so bad.
“That hurts,” I cried, tears now pooling in my eyes. I tried to take a deep breath to calm the burn, but it didn’t seem to help.
He placed another half dozen spanks onto each of my cheeks. I couldn’t help but try and wiggle around to get away from the sting.
“What’s our rule about wiggling during your punishments, young lady?” he asked, as he maneuvered one of his legs to wrap it around the top of mine. Now I couldn’t move at all.
“I’m sorry. It hurts a whole bunch,” I admitted.
“I know and I hate having to do this, but you broke the rules and you knew what the consequences were going to be.” He gave me a small reprieve by rubbing my heated skin, which gave me a chance to calm down a bit.
All too soon he was saying, “I’m going to use your hairbrush now, Kate. You get five strokes with this and I want you to count as I give them.”
“Five?” He had to be crazy. That was four too many in my opinion!
“Let’s make it six.”
“No-no, I’m sorry,” I begged, hoping he would go back to his original number, but I knew it was too late.
He landed the first two smacks on my right cheek.
“One, two,” I called out, biting my lip to try to stop the tears from flowing down my face. It was hard to do though because I was in some physical pain, but more important, I was feeling pretty disappointed in myself right now.
I knew better than to lie to my husband, yet I did it anyway and for what? It didn’t make me feel any better; in fact it made me feel worse. I knew talking things out with him would help make things better, but again I had chosen not to. And by doing so, I hurt him and that was the worst feeling in the world. For that alone, I knew I had earned this punishment fair and square and the only way I would feel better would be to take it as best as I could. Afterward, all would be forgiven.
He placed the next two strokes on my left cheek, causing a strong stinging sensation to shoot through my entire ass.
“Three. Four. I’m sorry,” I cried out, not trying anymore to hold back my tears. It was too intense with all the emotions racing through me and on top of that the burning feeling. My ass was seriously starting to hurt. I was sure it was bright red and radiating with heat.
“Last two, sweetie. You can do it,” Michael encouraged me before he placed one stroke on each of my sit spots.
“Five. S-Six.” That pushed me over the edge and I started to sob at the pain. It felt like my ass and the top of my thighs were on fire.
“You did so well, honey,” he said, picking me up and then cuddling me on his lap. “I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”
I didn’t bother trying to thank him right now. All I cared about was crying.
He held me the entire time, stroking my hair and back, as he kept whispering reassurances in my ear.
Once I finally settled down, I felt better emotionally and mentally. As much as I hated getting punishment spankings, I would never give them up and lose this moment of release and forgiveness.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Of course as soon as I answered him, I was hit with a strong wave of desire. Now that the hard part was behind me, the pleasure intensified. A couple of strokes to my swollen bundle of nerves and I would be pushed over the edge.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a bit squirmy to me,” he said, with a knowing look in his eyes.
“Actually, now that you mention it, in between my legs could use some attention.”
“Tell Daddy how it feels.”
I could feel my cheeks heat up at his statement, but I played along.
“It feels all tingly, Daddy. I want to touch it, can I please?” I reached down to do exactly that, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand in his.
“No, you can’t do that. Only I can.”
Thankfully, he didn’t make me beg or even ask for him to do it. He brought his hand down and started to rub small circles on my needy wet flesh.
“That feels really good, Daddy,” I moaned, thrusting my hips into the air, wanting more.
“Only good? That’s not nearly enough. Lie back and hold on, baby, because Daddy is going to make you feel great.”
He took a break from playing with my clit and concentrated lower, sliding one long finger inside and slowly fucking me.
“Oh, my gosh,” I murmured, enjoying the intense shivers of desire rushing through me.
“You like this?” he asked, adding a second finger.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, feeling the stretch and how my inner muscles squeezed down around him.
He added a third and a fourth one, making me feel so full.
My breathing quickened at his continual thrusting in and out of me. When he brought his thumb down on my aching clit and started to rub it again, I was pushed over the edge.
When my orgasm hit, it sent a burst of my juices all over his hand and pushed me into what must have been cloud nine. My muscles felt like they were made of spaghetti; there was no way I was going to be able to move after this.
Daddy kept rubbing my clit until I was completely and utterly spent.
“You look exhausted, babe.”
“Mhmm,” I murmured, shutting my eyes. It was just too hard to keep them open any longer.
I felt him shift beneath me and he laid me on the couch. “Where are you going?” I asked when he let me go.
“To get something to clean you up.”
“Okay.”
I was drifting off to dream land, when something wet touched my thighs. Instantly awake, I opened my eyes when Michael spread my legs and started cleaning me off with the warm washcloth he’d gotten.
I tried to close my legs, but he wouldn’t let me. “I don’t like it when you do this.”
“I don’t know why you let it bother you, honey. After all we do, this is nothing.”
He’d seen me up close, touched me, everywhere, and put his mouth on me countless times, yet there was something so intimate about him cleaning me up after he made me come. Still, I didn’t want to make a fuss. Instead, I lay with quietly with my face burning while he took care of me.
“All done. Now try to rest your eyes. You’ve been working too much and you need a good nap.”
“But I woke up so late this morning,” I yawned.
He cocked one brow because I’d just proven his point. Arguing was pointless, so I closed my eyes and sure enough in no time, fell fast asleep.
Chapter Five
When I woke up for the third time today, Michael was sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Though focused on his laptop, he turned and smiled at me when I sat up. “Good afternoon, sleepy head. How are you feeling?”
“Well rested. I guess you were right, I did need the extra sleep.” I rubbed my eyes to try to wake up faster.
“I’m glad you got it. You were out cold for two and a half hours.”
Holy cow. I couldn’t believe that. No wonder I felt so refreshed. I hadn’t slept so much in a day in I couldn’t remember how long.
“I’m sorry I was out for so long. I didn’t mean to be. I wanted to spend the day with you.” At my admission, I moved over by him and snuggled up to his side, one of my favorite places.
He wrapped his arm around me and gently petted my hair. Mmm, I could spend the entire day like this.
“Don’t worry about it, honey.”
“You sure?” I asked, looking up into his handsome, milk chocolate-colored eyes.
“Yes. Besides, I do still have to work some. So, we can spend some quality time together tonight.”
“Okay!” Not wanting to bother him, I got up, but was a little slow doing so because my backside was quite tender thanks to my earlier punishment.
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bsp; “How does your bottom feel?” Michael asked.
“Sore, but nothing I can’t manage.” I winked at him and then walked upstairs. Wanting to take another shower to wash away all the tear streaks and help my ass feel better, I shed my clothes and stood under the cool spray.
I loved taking showers. There was something that felt so relaxing about letting the hot water cascade down my body. Reaching for the loofa, I scrubbed every inch of my skin, making sure to be especially gentle around my butt.
Once I was all clean, I stepped out of the glass enclosure and dried off. Glancing in the mirror, I turned and examined my red bottom. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. In fact, it was already a nice shade of pink. I knew by the end of the night, it’d feel all better.
Tossing some clothes on, I combed my hair, and then headed back into my bedroom. Wanting to continue my relaxing day, I picked up the library book I was currently reading, Jurassic Park. I loved all the movies, even though they terrified me each time I watched them. Michael would always remind me that dinosaurs were extinct and weren’t coming back, but it didn’t matter. The thought of a velociraptor somehow getting into my bedroom at night scared me just as much as the thought of a rattlesnake showing up between the sheets.
Despite this constant fear, I couldn’t seem to get away from this particular story. There was just something so compelling about it.
I opened the book and picked up where I had last left off.
* * *
“Kate?”
I put my book down as Michael walked through the door. When he saw me lying in bed reading, he smiled and took a seat next to me.
“How’s the story?”
“Great! I can’t believe how much more detailed this is than the movie!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I was wondering since it’s already dinnertime, would you like to go out and grab a bite?”
Glancing at the clock, I couldn’t believe it was 6:15! I’d become so enthralled with the dinosaurs on Isla Nublar I’d seriously lost track of time.
“Would it be okay if we stayed in? We could order Chinese food, snuggle on the couch, and watch a movie.”
“Are you sure, sweetie? We don’t get to go out often. I’d be more than happy to take you to a fancy restaurant and then maybe out to the theater.”
“I’m positive. It’ll be nice to keep everything low-key today.”
“All right. I’ll go place our usual order and you can scroll through Netflix and find something for us to watch.”
“Okay!”
I hopped out of bed and headed downstairs, although there were so many good choices on Netflix, I wasn’t sure how I’d choose.
It took me twenty minutes to decide. I wanted a movie that we would both enjoy. My husband was into action-packed movies like Mission: Impossible. Not that I didn’t enjoy those types of movies, but I wasn’t a fan of all the backstabbing that occurred in them. I was a huge fan of animated movies, but my husband tended to grumble through them, saying he wasn’t a kid anymore. As if that mattered! I really enjoyed seeing the new advancements the industry was making with creating characters from animations.
Thankfully, I made a selection right as our food arrived.
Michael paid the delivery man, then he brought the bag of food over to the counter. We loaded our plates; General Tso’s chicken for me and crab Rangoon for him, and a pile of pork fried rice and two crispy egg rolls apiece. With drinks, napkins, and chopsticks in hand, we took our seats on the sofa and I clicked play for the movie to start.
Thor: Ragnarok filled the screen. I turned to smile at my husband. We had seen this before on one of our date nights. We both had liked it and since it recently came out, I thought it would be fun to watch again. Besides that, who ever got tired of watching superhero movies? They were awesome, especially Marvel ones. They had the perfect balance of action, comedy, romance, and suspense.
“How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife?”
His question surprised me and I froze with a dripping piece of spicy chicken halfway to my mouth. “What?” I asked, putting it back on my plate before I dropped it and splashed sauce everywhere.
“The women I dated in the past would have never suggested staying home when I offered to take them out. They’d expect to be wined and dined at an expensive restaurant and then to go to a movie or out dancing at a club afterward. You don’t care about all that and would rather eat lukewarm Chinese and watch an action flick while lounging on our couch with our shoes off.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a simple woman. Make sure I have plenty of sleep and food, tell me I’m pretty,” I giggled. “Just kidding, I don’t need to hear that. But do the first two things and I’m a happy camper.”
Michael smiled at me. “You are more than pretty, babe. You’re so freaking beautiful.” He leaned forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
“Well, thanks, handsome. You aren’t too bad yourself. Now, shhh. Hela is coming back from the dead and I want to see how she crushes Thor’s hammer.”
My husband chuckled but did as I asked. We continued eating and watching the movie and as we did, I couldn’t help but agree with my man. Except, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have found him.
Chapter Six
After my day of relaxation, I wasn’t crazy thrilled about going back to work today. I didn’t want to have to deal with Jasmine saying anything else to me about my sex life. But Michael had assured me everything would be fine and if worst came to worst, I could just ignore Jasmine when she wanted to know details about my private life.
Sure enough, I was at my station working on my crème brûlée recipe when she slid up next to me.
“How was your day off, Kate?”
“Good. How was yours?”
“Mine was okay. I got wasted the night before and then had to quickly find all my clothes and sneak out of my one night stand’s apartment before he woke up. I might have taken the forty bucks he had in his wallet too,” she added, smiling at her admission.
“Hopefully, you never see him again then. That would be a little awkward.” I chuckled at the mental picture of how that would go down. Then again, what was the guy going to do? It was a classic his word against hers. He was never going to get his money back.
“So did you do anything fun yesterday?”
“Not really. I chilled and Michael worked from home. Once he finished, we ordered in and watched a movie on Netflix. So, nothing exciting.”
One of her eyebrows crooked up. “Really? You guys didn’t do the nasty when you were both home?”
I took a deep breath before I answered. I wasn’t going to get upset by this. “I would prefer not to talk about this topic.”
She rolled her eyes. “It won’t kill you to talk about your sex life, you know. All adults do it.”
“Not all adults, what about nuns and priests?” I chuckled at my own joke. Jasmine didn’t seem to find it as funny.
“All right, fine, be that way. Clearly, if you don’t want to talk about this, it probably means that you and Michael are into some sort of freaky shit.”
I turned to face her and gave her my best stare down. “I’m tired of this, Jasmine. Just because I’m not as open as you are with my mouth or my legs doesn’t mean that I’m into what you call freaky shit. I would rather keep my private life between my husband and me, because his opinion is the only one that matters to me when it comes to sex. If you have a problem with that or would like to make comments about it, I’d like you to go do it somewhere else. And in the future, do me a favor and don’t tell me anything about your sex life. I don’t need to know any of that and I’m sure the people who you’re having sex with wouldn’t want you to go shouting it to the world either.”
I turned back to my station. I was not going to let her get me in trouble today.
She continued to stand next to me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her jaw drop to the floor. She didn’t move until
finally our boss came over and yelled, “Rodriguez, I’m not paying you to catch flies with your mouth. Get to work.”
That startled her out of her state and she scurried off.
“Well done, Kate,” John, my boss said as he passed me and gave me a wink.
My cheeks heated at the compliment. I hadn’t realized he was around to hear everything I said. I hadn’t meant for anyone to hear. I hoped this kept Jasmine off my back. She wasn’t an awful person. But I felt much differently than her about discussing certain things. And if I ever were to discuss my sex life with a friend, it wouldn’t be someone I worked with.
Shaking my head, I got back to my project. I was determined to figure out my peanut butter to chocolate ratio by the end of today, even if it killed me.
* * *
I couldn’t keep the huge smile off my face as I pulled into the driveway. It had been an amazing day and I couldn’t wait to tell my husband all about it.
I rushed inside to find him putting a big pot on the table.
“Hey, sweetie. You’re right on time. Pull up a seat.”
“Mmm! That smells out of this world yummy,” I commented as I did as he’d asked.
“Let’s hope it tastes that way.”
He served up pot roast with small potatoes and carrots. Taking a bite, I closed my eyes and groaned. It was as delicious as it smelled, if not better.
“Great job, babe, you once again hit dinner out of the park.”
“Thanks, honey. But I can only take half of the credit. It really was the crockpot that did all the work.”
He winked at me and I giggled at his joke.
“How was your day?” I asked, as I forked up another mouthwatering bite.
“Pretty good. I finished up my information search on the new company we’ll be acquiring.”
“Really? You guys are going to take it on?”
“Yes,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “We decided they would be a good fit with us. How was your day?”
I swallowed before answering. “It was incredible, hon! I finally conquered my chocolate-peanut butter crème brûlée recipe. The kicker is it has more to do with the amount of butter I use.”