He knew he couldn’t afford to come off as undecided. His girl would sense the weakness the same way an unbroken stallion did, and she’d use the opening to make them both miserable. He finally settled on a compromise. “Too bad, darlin’. You weresoclose to making it all the way through, but you dropped the ginger and you know what that means…” He let his words trail off, leading her to the obvious conclusion.
“No! Daddy, no! Please, I’ve learned my lesson—I promise!” Every word sounded tearfully sincere and there wasn’t the slightest bit of attitude for a change.
“Hmm. That so?” He pretended to think it over, but the truth was he was just as ready to finish up as she was. His cock was aching, demanding attention and only her body would ease that discomfort.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m going to be good now,” she assured him. The eagerness to make him believe was adorable and his lip twitched as he fought back the grin.
“Hmm. Can’t let you off the extra punishment since you did let it fall, but I guess I can modify it a bit.” His hand made its way between her thighs and began to stroke and caress the soft curls that covered her soaked folds. He pressed a finger between, parting her lips so he could tease her clit, all while he pretended to consider what to do with her.
A long shuddering breath escaped her and turned into a moan that made his cock jerk. If he didn’t finish this up pretty quick, he was going to explode, and not in a good way.
“Here’s the deal, Charlie,” he said as he began to thrust into her with two fingers. “I’m going to give you ten more extra hard ones—and you’re going to count them out for me before I give you each one, and then after each you’ll thank me to show me how much you appreciate all the work I’m doing here. Just ten, with my hand, and then we’ll be done, and I can get to finally claiming that ass of yours.”
She whimpered, squirming in place as he brought her nearly to the edge of orgasm and stopped. “P-please don’t stop, Daddy, pleeeeease,” she begged.
He was glad she couldn’t see the smirk. “You’ve got a reason not to take too much time with this now, don’t you, little girl? You count and then I spank, so you’ll be controlling the pace.”
Her brain was probably fogged with pain and pleasure and a bunch of things so maybe she’d missed that. It was dawning on her now that she was going to need to take a proactive role in her own punishment. In effect she would be asking for the next one by counting. Maybe it was a bit too harsh, especially with having to thank him after, but he felt like he’d bent more than enough on the rules.
And it wouldn’t do her pride any harm to bend either. “You just start whenever you’re ready, Charlie,” he said after a minute of silence. He stood behind her, waiting, and giving her the time to work up to it, but when the silence dragged out another couple of minutes, he realized he might need to push a little.
“Just so you know, if I get bored waiting, I’m probably going to start teasing you again, but I’mstillnot going to let you come.” It was said in a reasonable neutral tone and he kept his amusement locked down tight. He was just telling her what would probably happen; he didn’t want it to sound like a threat to make her comply because he wanted her to work it through, and she did finally.
In a quiet voice full of uncertainty, she counted, “One.”
It was barely out of her mouth before his hand was swooping down to land across her left cheek with a crack that seemed to echo off the wooden walls and floor. She yelped, jerking forward with the force of that swat and he gave her a second before reminding her to thank him.
“Thank. You.”
The words were bitten off and separated hinting at some stubbornness, but he let it go. Again, he waited but this time she didn’t make him push and the number came after just a few seconds had passed.
“Two.”
Chapter 12
His hand cracked down on her right cheek so hard it rocked her forward and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to hold back the yelp that tried to escape.It hurt; how did it hurt so much, she wondered. “Thank you,” she said, almost mumbling the words because thanking him for that mean smack was the last thing she wanted to do.
There was another long pause and the silence in the room stretched out as she avoided the next step. She kept hoping he’d just give up waiting and finish, but no. In his own way, Sam was as stubborn as she was, maybe that was why there were constant sparks between them.
Counting wasn’t easy, not when she knew that saying the next number was the same as asking for another swat. When the ginger fell out, she’d been glad, if only for a second. The itch and burn had settled down almost immediately, much to her relief. She had worried about how long the effects from it would last, but apparently as soon as it was gone the irritation stopped.
The soreness from the spanking was probably going to stick around significantly longer, and at that moment she was wondering if sitting comfortably was going to be possible in her near future. Somehow his hand was worse than the belt and the scraper. It managed to feel as hard as a paddle, while curving against her ass to catch the most vulnerable places in a way that something less flexible couldn’t have.
The only way she was going to get through the last part of his punishment was if she stopped stalling. The more time she waited to thank him and then count the next one, the harder it got to actually force herself to do it.
“Three.” There, she’d finally gotten it out and another spank to the center of her left cheek arrived instantly. She blurted out, “Thank you!” automatically as it landed. That’s when she discovered that it was easier to make it into one sentence and get it out as quickly as she could, so she didn’t have to dread it.
“Thank you, Daddy—four!” All together like that, still within the rules, but easier.
It did help, at least it made it a sure thing that she wasn’t going to get herself in trouble by being unable to obey, and if she timed it right it felt like the painful slaps were actually shoving the words out of her mouth. Of course, it did nothing for the building agony in her ass but that was to be expected with punishment. Her body could handle that part better than her pride was handling having to thank him for the pain.
Her skin was inflamed, but it was the deep-down ache underneath, throbbing and pulsing along with her heartbeat, that made it hard to concentrate on the words she had to say. That soreness would be the part to stick around for a while, too.
“Thank you—Five. I’m really sorry, Daddy!” Halfway through, but she couldn’t help tacking on the hopeful apology in case it helped at all.
“I’m sure you are, little girl, but you’ve still got five left,” he said firmly. This time his hand landed fully across the middle of her left thigh and she couldn’t help the wail of pain that burst from her throat and filled the room.
It had been the worst one yet and the first from his hand to target her thighs. She was sure it wouldn’t be the only one (and she was right) and that made it so hard to get the words out. It was time to step up the pace and as difficult as it was going to be, shewasthe one controlling the tempo.
