Page 104 of Split You Open

“What did I say about lying?” I ask her, my voice calm as I press into the place where I struck, making the sting burn.

“I wasn’t lying! I⁠—”

My hand cracks against her ass again, then again, and again. After four spanks, Blair is trying to climb off me. I brace my other arm across her back so she can’t go anywhere.

“Stop it, Wes!” she snarls.

“Why are you lying, baby girl? Didn’t I say I was here to listen, not judge?” I ask her. “Whatever you’re holding back, just let it off your chest.”

“You don’t need to know everything that I think and feel,” Blair informs me.

“You’re right, I don’t,” I agree as I gently rub the reddening spots on her ass. “But when it’s causing you to shut down like this, I’m going to push. You can’t hide from your emotions, it’s not healthy. I used alcohol to do the same thing. Trust me when I say the only way to handle them is to experience them. So, talk now. Let it out now.”

Blair shakes her head. “I don’t want to.”

Another lie.

If Blair didn’t want to talk, she wouldn’t be letting me do this to her. She could easily fight against this but she’s not. It’s like she wants to be punished.

Good thing I’m here to fulfill her desires.

This time, my hand comes down over and over. I don’t hold back. If Blair wants to be punished, I’ll give it to her. Blair cries out and protests, thrashes and curses me out. But I don’t stop.

My heart races and my breathing grows ragged. No doubt she can feel my dick press into her stomach. She can’t blame me for getting off on this. I’m just a man and there’s a beautiful woman draped over my lap and her ass is jiggling so delightfully with each strike that lands on it. And her arousal? I can smell it as it perfumes the air.

By the time I’ve landed the twelfth smack against her ass, we’re both breathing hard. Blair whimpers as she goes slack in my lap.

I give us both a minute to catch our breath. When I’ve regained mine, I gently rub the very red marks on her ass cheeks. Blair flinches but then lets out a sigh.

“Want to talk now?” I ask her.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” I praise as I help her sit up.

Rather than let her sit on the bed, I have Blair sit on my lap. She curls up against my chest, tucking her head beneath my neck. When my arms wrap around her, Blair hums with contentment.

There’s a pause. I give it to her, knowing she probably needs to collect her thoughts. When she finally speaks, her answer is more aligned with what I know of her.

“I-I’m not sorry I carved into Ledger.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “Oh?”

“He deserved it,” she continues. “I wanted him to hurt and I don’t feel bad about it at all.” To my surprise, she snickers. “I should’ve ungagged him to hear his screams.”

I laugh softly in response to her confession.

“Is this what you were worried about telling me?” I ask. “That you enjoyed your revenge? Baby girl, you live under a roof with serial killers. A little knife play isn’t going to bother anyone.”

“Well… I told you all that I just wanted to talk to him,” she hedges. “And I did a little more than that.”

I snort. “I don’t think anyone is going to hold this against you.”

Smiling, I lift her off my lap and twist to lay her on her stomach horizontally on my bed. She starts to sit up but I push her back down.

“Stay,” I order as I pull open her legs and settle between them.

“What are you doing?”