Page 112 of Redline Baby

“Two!”

I squirm hard enough that Soren waits until I’m back in position before continuing.

The third comes down.

“Three!”

I breathe through the heat, trying to remember how lungs work. The fourth lands and I cry out.

“Four!”

Soren’s hand caresses my back.

“One more.” I’m openly crying now, face wet against the bedding. “You still with me?”

“Yes.”

“You can give Daddy one more?”

I check again. Then nod.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The final stroke lands across both cheeks and I jump, yelping hard enough to embarrass myself.

“Five!”

The paddle disappears immediately.

“Done.”

I collapse.

Soren’s palm replaces the wood, warm and gentle against me. “Good boy. You were so brave for Daddy.”

My breathing comes in rough little bursts. My face is wet, my backside throbs, and the strange floating pleasure that always seems to arrive after the pain starts spreading through me.

“The consequence is over,” he says.

My whole body loosens.

“No more hanging over you. No more worrying about it.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

He lets me stay across his lap until I’m ready to move. Eventually his arm comes around my chest and draws me upright. My legs are unsteady when I stand in front of him, eyes wet, face hot, and I feel mildly embarrassed and so, so turned on.

Soren looks at me. He smiles. Then his hand slides around the back of my neck and pulls me closer.

“Come here.”

I go. He kisses me slowly. When he draws back, his forehead rests against mine.

“Do you want more?”

My breath catches.