She never thought she’d be one to encourage a rapid-fire spanking, but with a set number and an eagerness to get through it before she earned anymore it was worth it. She took a deep breath, gathering her strength, and then began.
“Thankyousix!”
“Thankyouseven!”
“ThankyouOhplease!Eight!”
“Daddy!Please!Thank you! Thank you,I’m sorreeeeeeee, please, nine!”
“Thank you! Ten! It’s ten now! Please! That’s all of them!”
The words were slurred together, broken and punctuated by tears and cries of pain, but she’d done it. She’d managed to get them all so quickly that the full impact of the searing pain didn’t hit until he stopped at number ten with one last thunderous spank that landed right where she’d feel it the most when she had to sit down.
She’d been so afraid that he’d forget to stop at ten and just keep going that she couldn’t help the extra reminder that they were done. The words just bubbled out of her desperately, but after that last spank landed, all the red-hot sting she’d been racing ahead of caught up with her.
It stung like a wildfire and her legs kicked, tugging at the ropes as she hissed in a long breath and tried not to completely break down in sobs. She’d had worse, she knew she had, so why was it so hard to take? Why did the fact that it was punishment make such a difference?
The slow pulse of arousal still beat between her legs, but it was a purely physical reaction. Emotionally she was wrecked. All kinds of misery swirled around inside of her: guilt, regret, even loss for her father was there too, and it was suddenly so hard to bear. She didn’t have counting or reacting to the pain anymore as a distraction, now she just had to deal with the emotions.
They battered against her walls like a flood being held back by a rapidly deteriorating dam and as she struggled with them he moved around, carefully unbinding her ankles and wrists, and then massaging the skin there to make sure everything was circulating. It was so gentle and caring that the tears suddenly increased from a sprinkle to a flood.
She wanted him. Wanted this man in her life, for always. She wanted all of her stupid baggage to just go away so it would stop pushing her into the wrong choices. His lecture had brought up every one of those mistakes and now she replayed them in her mind until she was almost hysterical in her sobbing.
Suddenly she was being lifted off the saddle rack and her arms looped around his neck automatically. Clinging tight, she buried her face against his shoulder to cry it all out.
“Hey, baby, you okay?” Sam asked. He sounded concerned, which was understandable since she’d never had this kind of reaction to spanking before—it really made it clear the difference between punishment and bedroom games in a way she hadn’t understood before.
In the beginning the idea of it had been hot, sexy, and she’d thought it might be useful in curbing some of her less savory behaviors, but this was something else. She’d never experienced this kind of catharsis before and it was overwhelming. She hugged onto him like he was her anchor, nodding her head and trying to apologize through the tears.
“It’s going to be okay,” he assured her as he carried her over to the table, hooked a foot around a chair leg and yanked it out so he could sit without putting her down first. A little rearranging had her settled in his lap without putting too much weight on her throbbing backside.
“We were…you were going to… with the…the butt stuff,” she mumbled against his shirt.
“Huh?” It was a sound of pure confusion as he tried to figure out what she was talking about and then it clicked. “Ohhh… little girl, you aren’t really up for that right now, and I’m going to be honest I wasn’t picturing you sobbing your heart out the first time I claim that hole.” He followed it up with a short laugh.
She tilted her head to peek up at him to see if he was mad that everything had gone sideways. She hadn’t expected to fall apart like this when she agreed to his deal. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Sorry for what? That you’re not up for sex right now?”
She nodded. “I agreed to it. I wanted you to do it, but I didn’t realize I’d get like this.”
He laughed again and shook his head, “Darlin’, don’t think I’m backing down on it—but it doesn’t have to be this second. Right now, we’re just going to take care of you, that’s what a Daddy does, right?” He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.
Daddy. That word was filled with so much promise. It said he’d be there for her, that he’d take care of her, and she wanted that. She could feel the protective aura of his strong arms around her and she relaxed. “Yes, Daddy.” There was the slightest hint of a smile on her lips as she nestled in against his chest.
He held her, rocking gently, for a few minutes before he tried to get her to open up to him. “You ready to talk now?”
She had to consider it for a second and then she nodded. “I think so.” She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with the back of one arm. It would have been more effective if she’d had a shirt on but at least she’d mostly stopped crying, except for the occasional stray tear. “I’m a mess.”
The tissues were still inconveniently out of reach, but then he had a thought. “Uh, hold on a second.” He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief for her. They were common on the ranch, great for wiping away sweat and dirt while working so she eyed it suspiciously. “It’s clean,” he said with a laugh.
Dabbing away the tears and blowing her nose helped to settle her emotions, and with a long sigh she let go of the tension she’d still been holding. “I feel better now.”
He shifted her, turning her slightly so he could see her face better. “Punishment a bit more than you expected?”
“No, I…actually I think it was exactly what I needed. I feel better now, about everything. I know punishment is supposed to help you let things out, but I had no idea how much I was keeping bottled up inside until all of a sudden…” she trailed off, searching for the right words.
“All of a sudden it came pouring out?” he suggested.
