Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
The swats were slow at first. Normally that helped, but not this time. Her tolerance for pain seemed to have vanished, leaving her struggling from the very first smack.
Crack! “I’m sorry!”
Crack! “I won’t keep any more secrets!”
Crack! “Carter, please! I mean, Sir! Sir, please!”
Her voice got higher and more desperate every time the paddle landed. She wiggled and squirmed but tried desperately to stay in place. The threat of the rubber strap was a good motivator, but it only helped for so long. Finally the paddle caught an especially tender spot on the top of her thigh, and she collapsed forward with a yelp.
Carter stopped. “That’s two more. I’ll continue adding if you don’t get back into place pretty quick, missy.”
She wanted to cry. Instead, she hauled herself back up, sniffling. “Give me another chance? Pretty please? I’ll stay in place this time.” She looked back over her shoulder with a pleading look.
He shook his head. “You earned two more and you’ll get them. If I were you, I’d try not to earn others.”
The Dom was definitely back. Oddly, considering the circumstances, she was kind of glad to see this stern side of him again. It was hard to remember that when he started swinging the paddle again.
For a while she tried to count the number of times the implement came down, but that grew harder as the punishing whacks came faster. She lost count several times and then finally gave up. All she knew was that his arm never seemed to tire and that every so often it would be too much, and not even the threat of the strap could keep her in place.
Four times. That dreadful number, unfortunately, she couldn’t help but remember. Four times she got out of position, and that meant eight strokes with the rubber strap. Plus, the original two he’d promised of course.
By the time he was done with the paddle, she was a sobbing mess, and she wasn’t even thinking about the strap he’d still promised her. In her struggles it had been buried under the blankets. Out of sight, out of mind.
The punishment she’d already received was taking all of her focus. Her backside felt like she’d accidentally sat down on a charcoal grill. It burned and throbbed just about everywhere. Her thighs had gotten plenty of attention too.
With one last searing whack to each cheek, Carter finally stopped and set the paddle down. His hand stroked lightly over the punished skin, easing her pain as he gently rubbed.
She let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed into his touch, glad that it was finally over. It felt like the worst punishment she’d ever received, though, logically, she knew that was probably just because it had been so long. She was no longer used to hard punishments and had lost the tolerance for it.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice was low and soothing as he continued to massage her sore backside.
She sniffled and shifted her position so she could swipe at her eyes with the back of one hand. “I’m sorry. I really am. I should have told you.”
“Yes, you should have, but we’re both going to do better from here on out. Right?” His hand moved down to her thighs, and he rubbed there too. Everywhere his hand went, the sting lessened.
She hoped so because she didn’t want another punishment any time soon. “Yes Sir.” The after-spanking conversation was familiar, part of the routine, and she found that she’d missed it as much as the punishment itself. It was partly lecture, but mostly reassurance.
It helped. Not just with winding down from the emotions and pain, but also it was the signal that the punishment was over and she was forgiven. Except … as Carter was helping her off the bed, the blankets slid down to reveal the strap he hadn’t yet used. Her eyes widened and she shot him a panicked glance. Maybe he’d changed his mind and was going to let the extras go, but that wasn’t like him.
He noted her expression and jerked a head toward the strap. “I said you’d get extra, and you will, but I didn’t say when. I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”
That wasn’t as reassuring as it should have been. Allegra didn’t like things hanging over her head and part of her wanted to get it over with immediately. But sanity snuck in and assured her that she absolutely did not want that hellish rubber striping her ass right after a paddling. She accepted the moratorium and tried to put it out of her mind.
Her husband moved the strap to the dresser, leaving it laying in plain sight, which made forgetting about it difficult, but she did her best not to look at it as he tucked her under the covers and settled beside her. “Sleepy?” he asked.