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He’d finished rolling up his sleeves, but she still couldn’t meet his eye. Instead, her gaze traveled to the pronounced bulgein the front of his jeans. She shivered. She knew Thom planned to punish her, but only until he was satisfied that she regretted her actions. Once she apologized, she knew he’d forgive her. Even better, he’d mount her, using that divine cock of his to make her scream with need and satisfaction.
Thom reached down and unfastened his belt buckle. Avery wondered if he was planning to open his fly and have her service him orally. She licked her lips in anticipation, only to catch her breath when he pulled his belt from its loops.
“Face the corner, Avery. I want you to get in position like you do after Daddy’s spanked you.”
“Thom?” she squeaked.
“That’s the third time you’ve used my name when you are in trouble, and you lied to Daddy and you put yourself at risk. I don’t think a mere spanking is enough to deter you from doing this again. Tonight, baby, you’re getting the belt.”
“Without any warmup?” she asked with trepidation as she turned to face the wall and do as he’d ordered.
“I don’t think you deserve a warmup. I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget anytime soon. Once Daddy’s laid some stripes across that pretty bottom, he’s going plow your pussy and then punish your bottom inside as well.”
Chapter
Eight
The first indication that Avery had that his belt was going to land was when she heard it whizzing through the air, seconds before the supple piece of leather laid a line of fire across her behind. Avery flexed her fingers on the wall, bit her lip, and tucked her backside.
“Push your bottom back out,” he commanded. “I know it hurts, but you’re not going to put yourself at risk like that again. I won’t let you. Right now, little girl. Bottom out.”
It was that command, more than the swat from his belt, that killed her. If he’d proceeded to punish her in silence or called her names or expressed his anger in a loud or accusatory voice, she might have withstood the whipping better. But he didn’t, and she definitely didn’t. She broke down sobbing, even as she arched her hips and offered back her cringing bottom for more.
The second strike landed on the fullest part of her bottom, the crack of leather on skin loud as gunfire. Her wail was louder, but the fire and stinging pain was beyond anything she could bear quietly.
He spoke clearly and distinctly, his authoritative tone slicing through her already shattering defenses like a hot knife throughbutter. “If I have to keep you sore enough that you have trouble leaving the house, I’m prepared to do that.”
She bounced on her tiptoes, sobbing, “No, Daddy, please, no more!”
It was amazing how naturally his title came pouring out of her when her bottom was stinging so badly it felt as if she were being flayed alive. In that moment, though, for the first time since this had started, he really did feel like Daddy, and she more than kind of felt like she deserved this.
“Do you really think that all you deserve is two welts?”
She crumpled into the wall. The deep wounded pulsing in her bottom beginning to burn now through the pain. “No, Sir, but please, no more.”
“At least I know I’m getting through to you.”
Avery heard the swoosh of his belt just before it connected a third time. She’d taken worse than this. She had; sheknewshe had. Why was this so hard? Grabbing her bottom in protective hands, she spun to face him, making it impossible for him to spank her again. That almost made her feel worse, disappointed in herself somehow. Shoulders slumping, holding and rubbing her bottom, she broke down crying again.
Pitiless, Daddy ordered, “Turn right back around and push that bottom out, baby. If you get in position and stay that way, I’ll only give you two more. Don’t make me have to add strokes because you won’t be good.”
Choking back the sobs, Avery took a deep, bracing breath. Reluctantly, she faced the corner, placed her hands back on the wall and presented her bottom for more.
She’d taken worse than this. It became her mantra, the one slip of reality that she used to try to help her through the last two strokes of his belt. And yet the fourth stroke still drove her up onto tiptoes, where she bounced, sucking and gasping throughthe worst of the white-hot pain before easing back down into position.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, just before the final swoosh of his belt laid the last mighty crack of pain right across the lowest part of her bottom, just above her thighs.
Avery was miserable. Her bottom felt swollen and raw, she’d disappointed and disobeyed Thom and he deserved so much better… a good submissive who would please him in every way. Resting her head against the wall, she cried hot, silent tears. She felt like an utter failure. A confident badass security agent who could take down a helicopter in one well-placed shot, but a total letdown where it really mattered.
And the worst part was, as undeserving of Daddy as she was right now, her pussy had spasmed with each welt that he’d laid. It was spasming now too, pulsing and throbbing in time with the wounded thump now radiating on burning waves all through her bottom. All she wanted was for him to fold her in his arms and tell her she was forgiven before making love to her in whatever way he chose.
“Display yourself for me, kitten.”
Her entire body convulsed at the lust in his voice. She hadn’t been able to obey him for even twenty-four hours. Why didn’t he hate her? Why wasn’t he giving up on her? Was it possible that he wanted her in the same primal way that she did him?
The heat of Thom’s hand cupped her left butt cheek, the points of his fingers finding all the most tender spots, making her jump and squirm as ever so gently he applied pressure. “Did you hear me, Avery?”
Sniffling, she leaned against the wall. Hands flat against it, she pushed her bottom out and widened her stance. Goosebumps rippled through her as his finger traced along the growing welts he’d created. Slipping down into the valley between her buttocks, he stopped long enough to finger her darkentrance, provoking a shiver. Thom slid his hand between her legs, splaying her labia and stroking her sheath with two fingers. All it took was one gentle caress directly over her clit and, despite the tears and pain, she cried out as she came.
