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Merry
When I asked to be punished for yelling at the kids and losing my temper, soap had never crossed my mind. But I shouldn't have been surprised. Slade was a big believer in letting the punishment fit the crime.
The clean scent of the soap assaulted my nostrils, and I gasped for breath through my teeth, careful not to let the bar fall from its place. He hadn't said so, but I knew that it wouldn't end well for me if it did.
He hadn't started spanking yet, and this punishment was already pushing my limits, just as they had promised. The cool wood rested against my backside, and I waited.
The first stroke of the wood paddle accosted my backside with a fury that rivaled no other. Wood was so unforgiving. The blasted paddle fell again and again, eking out its punishing rhythm across my cheeks, while I clamped the soap firmly between my teeth, praying that it wouldn't fall.
"You are going to remember this paddling, baby girl, every time you think about flying off the handle. I want your bottom to throb with the memory of tonight and your mouth to form a grimace as if the soap is still resting between your lips." I had no doubt that it would, for a long time to come.
The paddle connected hard across my sit spots after each word he spoke. I could picture the flesh flattening under the strength of the paddle and bouncing up pinker than before.
I lost count of how many times it fell, as my only focus had become keeping my mouth tightly closed. The skin was on fire, and the pain was inescapable, but the soap gave me an outlet of mental escape. I knew it wouldn't last long though. The soap was a punishment in itself, and as the bubbles begin to fill my mouth, I started to cry. Each punishing blow of the paddle brought a new wave of tears. Slade had long since stopped lecturing. He had already said everything there was to say. That was his way—and what I expected from him—but even the lectures that I despised would have been a welcome distraction, at this point.
When I finally saw the paddle come to rest on the smooth marble countertop again, I heaved a trembling sigh of relief. It felt like it had been forever, but I knew only a minute or two had passed.
When his hand rested on my shoulder, I turned to him, begging with my eyes for him to remove the offending bar.
"Open, little one," he whispered, kissing my forehead and pushing stray hairs to rest behind my ears.
I opened, gagging as I did so, and nearly wept with relief when he took the bar between his fingers and extracted it, dropping it into the sink.
I watched as he took a small paper cup from the wall dispenser and filled it to the rim with water.
"One rinse," he stated, handing it to me. "Make it a good one."
Tipping the entirety of the contents into my mouth, I held it there, swishing vigorously until Slade raised his eyebrows and pointed at his watch. Then, I spit. "You said make it a good one!"
"So I did." Slade laughed. "So I did. Come here, little one, and give me a hug."
I melted into him, leaning against him as my legs shook from the energy I had exerted to stand still for my spanking. The soap had been horrendous, but I knew I was going to think good and hard before I lost my temper on the kids again. Slade comforted me, whispering in my ear, petting my hair, and rubbing my back until I was calm and less shaky on my feet. Then, he held me at arm's length and spoke the words I had been dreading.
"Okay, little one. Blake is waiting for you. It's time for the next part of your punishment."
I wanted to say no. To adamantly insist that the spanking and soap had been more than enough to ensure that I would think twice, but I knew there was no point. Slade knew it was enough. Just like I knew that tonight wasn't just about the outburst at the barn.
Instead, I simply cast my eyes at the floor and stared down at my feet as I shuffled out of the bathroom and over to where Blake sat on the bed, near the pile of torture devices they had poured out of his duffel.
Blake said nothing. My cheeks burned, and tears pricked my eyes. I knew what he wanted. Bringing myself to my knees, I knelt on the floor in front of him. "I'm ready to accept my punishment, Sir."
"Good girl," Blake purred, and I relaxed a bit in the knowledge that he was pleased with me. "Now, stand and bend over the bed."
I obeyed, and I could feel both sets of eyes watching me. Slade must have exited the bathroom shortly after I did. The cool air from the overhead fan brushed my skin, giving me goosebumps all over my body. I swallowed thickly and waited for movement from behind me. Lying here, fully exposed, with a red bottom, tear-streaked face, and glistening pussy was excruciating. The silence and the not knowing was a punishment in itself. And they knew it. And I knew they knew it.
Finally, Blake stepped to the side of the bed and surveyed the pile. "Turn your head to the wall," he instructed sternly. I closed my eyes and turned. He didn't want me to know what he was choosing, and I didn't want to know.
I felt the bed shift under his weight, and he sorted through the items, choosing several, but I did not turn to look or even open my eyes, until I felt him come to stand behind me, resting his hand on the small of my back.
I whimpered as his finger pressed against the threshold of my back entrance, and my cheeks burned with shame. It was one thing to let Blake play with me back there, but to do it in front of Slade was a different matter. And yet, it was a matter I had no choice in.
I shoved my face into the mattress, bracing myself for what might come next, as he pushed his finger inside of me, penetrating my tight hole. I whimpered and squirmed.
"I'm just warming you up," he informed me, thrusting his finger deeper. "See, Daddy Slade did a good job of handling your mouth, but I think naughty girls who can't control their temper should have their little bottoms plugged."
My eyes bulged, and my ass tingled, even as my pussy wept with the eroticism of his words. My body was betraying me. I did not want a plug in my ass, despite the fact that when he said it, I was filled with an ache of arousal that started in my belly and went straight to my lady bits. I didn't bother shaking my head or trying to argue. One did not argue with a Dom like Blake.
