Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
She fully believed she would have come if he’d continued to spank in just that way. Unfortunately, after a dozen or so he stopped and let his hand come to rest. The moans and whimpers as she lifted her ass for the slaps had given her away.
“I think you might be enjoying this a little too much, sweetheart.”
The low liquid amusement in his tone brought heat to her face, and she had a feeling it was probably as red as her backside. “I’m not,” she insisted. The words lacked any conviction.
“Uh-huh. Well, at any rate I think you’re ready for the strap.”
Her stomach sank. The part she’d been dreading was finally here. Her traitorous clit gave one hard pulse and then subsided, as if realizing there was no point in continuing to be excited.
There was a soft whooshing sound and then the strap landed across both cheeks with a solid force that made her gasp. For a second it didn’t seem so bad. It hurt but … and then the fierce burning fire arrived. It took her breath away and both legs tried to kick up, only to find that she was still firmly trapped. In her jackknifed position, struggling got her nowhere.
The strap landed again with a meaty splat and this time the pain was immediate. It felt like the skin was being seared, and she could swear the exact outline of the rubber was throbbing across her skin. “Carter, please!” she blurted.
“Who’s this Carter guy?”
It didn’t click right away and she was confused. Oh, right. “Daddy, I meant Daddy. Please, I don’t like this strap!”
“Really? I love it. Your ass is coloring up nicely.” He draped the strap over her back, just below her trapped arm. A second later she felt his fingertips dragging across her skin, tracing the welted outline. “Very nice marks,” he added.
“I don’t want nice marks,” she said. They both knew that was a lie. Seeing and feeling the aftermath of a spanking, especially a punishment, was the best part.
“Yes, you do. You’ll feel these tomorrow, I’m sure.” He sounded pleased as he picked up the strap again. “Now, how many more do we have?”
Asking her to do math while her butt throbbed and her brain was frazzled was the height of cruelty. “I don’t remember.”
“Oh? I guess it’s forty then.”
She jerked, twisting around to stare at him. “It’s not forty! It wasn’t anywhere near that,” she protested.
He sucked his teeth as his eyebrows rose. “Guess you better figure out how many it really is then, unless you want to go with the big number.”
She forced herself to remember the night before. What had he said? Two to start and then two every time she moved. That made ten total. He’d just given her two so, “Eight left, Daddy. There’s only eight left now.” She was almost relieved. After all, in comparison to forty, eight was nothing.
“Only eight?” He sighed dramatically. “I guess I’ll have to make each one count then.”
She stiffened and was about to protest when the rubber came down across her backside with an evil snap. A yelp exploded from her mouth and she bucked up wildly—accomplishing nothing except to position herself for the next one which immediately followed.
Only six more. Only six. Oh, God, I hate this stupid fucking piece of rubber!
The inner monologue didn’t stay silent for long. When the next landed, it spilled out in a rolling series of curses before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth belatedly, worried that she’d just gotten in more trouble.
Carter stopped and a second later she heard him laugh. “Well, sweetheart, that was … impressive. Did I know you knew that kind of language?”
She sniffled, swiping at her watering eyes with the back of her free hand. “You should, I learned it from you.” And she wasn’t lying. Her husband had grown up on a ranch out west. Surrounded by rough cowboys, he’d picked up a vocabulary that would impress a sailor, which he tried not to use in front of her.
Much.
“Fair enough, but I’m pretty sure you know better than to be cursing up a storm during a punishment. Do you want to finish this with a bar of soap in your mouth?”
She absolutely did not. He kept bars of Ivory in the bathroom for just that purpose. “No, Sir—uh, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Only four more to go, so don’t ruin it.”
Her hand went back over her mouth and stayed there for the last four. They were blistering, awful strokes that sent her from sniffles to full on sobs, but when the last one landed… she felt a wave of relief roll through her, a lightening of stress and worry followed.
While her ass ached viciously and the heat threatened to consume her entire backside, her mind seemed suddenly crystal clear. The rubber strap was awful and she hated it. There was a good chance she’d sneak into the drawer and make it disappear in revenge at some point, but she now had a perfect clean slate.