Page 111 of Redline Baby

The paddle lands again.

“Ouchie!”

Fucking sadistic bastard. Fuck!

My hips shift. I’m trying to stay still and take it quietly, which is an absolutely ridiculous goal and becomes more ridiculous with every strike. Soon I’m panting, crying, squirming across his lap while Soren keeps me steady.

Then he stops.

His palm moves slowly over my back, grounding me.

“Kit.”

I drag in a breath.

“Yellow?”

I check myself properly. The pain is intense. I’m crying. My body is shaking. But my head is clear. I want to take this.

“No.”

“Good.”

His hand rubs once over my back.

Then the paddle comes down again, and I howl.

“Daddy, please!”

Another.

“Fuck!”

He pauses just long enough for me to settle.

“Five more. Count them for me.”

I nearly sob harder on principle.

“I can’t take five more.”

Soren’s hand stills against my spine.

“If you need this to end, you say Red.”

Fuck.

“No Red,” I whisper.

“Then give me five, baby.”

Sadistic bastard.

The paddle lands against my right cheek.

I sob. “One.”

The next lands across the left.