Page 10 of Keeping His Brat

It was getting to that end result which was painful. He took a moment to run his work-calloused hands up and down each leg. It amused her that it was very similar to the way they checked the horses. And it crossed her mind that she might actually enjoy experimenting with pony play at some point.

Before she could take that thought any further Sam was standing up and moving back. “Barely a mark on you, except for a few welts here and there,” he commented.

She wasn’t surprised. Hours in the saddle gave her a tightly muscled butt and frequent spankings meant she didn’t mark easily anymore. The hand spanking hadn’t been all that severe despite her dramatics, and the belt part hadn’t gone on long enough to leave her with too many aftereffects.

“We’re going to go through this hard and fast, Charlie. And then it will be done. So, when you’re ready you’re going to ask me for the rest of your spanking.”

She hated that. Hated having to ask, but she also knew it was part of the lesson. It added a little bit more embarrassment to what was already an embarrassing situation and Sam thought that helped it sink in. There were probably other reasons he made her ask too, but she wasn’t concerned about those.

The long sigh must have sounded exasperated, but she really did want to get it all over, so she followed it up with the required question. “Daddy, can you please finish my spanking?”

Chapter 3

Sometimes spanking Charlie was a relief. They both enjoyed the more sensual spankings, but punishment was something else. She could test a man to his very last nerve and then some. She’d been the one to ask for punishment in the relationship in the first place, and it had been a surprise to him that she was willing to give up that control.

His Charlie was a submissive in the bedroom, but she had a tough independent streak that meant she really didn’t want the control to go beyond that.

At least that was how it had been when they were younger. All that had changed when she’d come home for her father’s funeral, and they’d somehow ended up back together after weeks of sparks and tension. The push-me, pull-you game they’d played while she tried to decide what she wanted had driven him insane.

And then she’d suggested he punish her. ‘Spank the brat out of me’ was what he remembered her saying. He’d had doubts, especially when she said she didn’t want a safeword during punishment. She thought it would feel morerealif she couldn’t stop it as soon as it hurt more than she found arousing.

He had a feeling she liked the idea of an old-fashioned relationship like they’d seen in those old westerns growing up. The ones where John Wayne was always spanking women for misbehaving, whether they liked it or not. It was so far from anything he would have expected from the Charlie he knew.

And he had to admit to being surprised that she hadn’t changed her mind once she realized that real punishment wasn’t any fun at all. He’d expected her to back right out, or at least decide she wanted the safeword back. He would have abided by her decision because hewasn’tsome cowboy from the 1800’s and shewasn’ta girl who had no power, but the decision seemed to give her peace.

She’d stuck with it and they’d both seen the benefit of punishment in their relationship. Now it was a cornerstone that they’d built everything on and most of the time the punishments he delivered were for her benefit. It was usually that Charlie needed to learn a lesson, or she needed something to settle her mind, or she needed help working through guilt.

But sometimes the punishments were for him too, and tonight was one of those nights. Heneededto blister her ass because when he’d seen her riderless horse wander into the barn, he’d thought for sure she was dead somewhere in a ditch. The thought had hit him like a solid blow to the chest and for several seconds he hadn’t been able to catch his breath. He’d raced out to find her without a thought beyond making sure she was safe, but when he’d seen her in that field the urge to spank her ass had started to grow.

By the time they got back to the cabin it was a full-on need. He’d made himself wait, taking the time to calm down first because he was too upset, too angry. The truth was he needed to spank her for this, as much as she needed tobespanked for it.

The weird thing was that as much as he loved working through the frustration by smacking her ass when she was being a brat, when it came to serious things like this … there was usually no enjoyment. He wouldn’t go so far as to say that it hurt him more than her, but he definitely wasn’t having fun.

When Charlie suddenly shuddered and broke, harsh sounding sobs spilling from her shaking body; it had been physically painful to hear. He’d wanted to untie her, scoop her up, and cuddle her until she was calm, and everything was okay again.

It just didn’t work like that.

Sometimes the emotions overwhelmed her and broke free, and that was okay; the catharsis was part of the punishment. But he’d learned that when it happened too early and he stopped the punishment because of it, it was worse than not punishing her at all. He was sure there were probably better ways to describe it, but for him it was like starting a pan of bacon on the stove, and then just walking away and leaving it there half-cooked.

Without attention the pan was going to end up in flames, the kitchen would be smoky, and the bacon would be ruined. In Charlie’s case things were a little less clear-cut but the end result was still chaos and catastrophe. So, he’d learned to ask; not if she wanted him to stop, because of course she did while it was hurting.

No, he'd learned to ask her if she needed more. They were both working on their communication, and this was just one way it had helped them grow as a couple. But knowing that sheneededhim to continue didn’t make it easier on either of them.

He’d given her enough to soothe his upset and calm the roaring emotions her actions had raised. He could have put down the belt happily and been done with it for the night, but this part wasn’t about him. It was about stepping up to be the Daddy who could give her what she needed to feel better about it all.

There was no way he was going to let her down. Once she’d settled, the trembling stopped and the tension had gone out of her muscles, he set the belt down. “Be back in a second,” he said.

He was tired and she had to be even more so. He wanted to give her exactly as much as necessary and no more, so they could wrap things up. The best way he knew to do that was going to be to up the intensity of it so they could finish quickly.

He had a few tricks he liked to use that made it hurt more on a surface level but didn’t require him to be harsher with the strokes. He ducked into the bathroom to prepare and a minute later he returned with a steaming, dripping wet washcloth which he draped over her backside.

She jerked with a gasp and craned her head around to see what he was doing. “Oh no! I hate it when you use water,” she complained. Her bottom lip was curled in a dismayed pout, but he ignored it.

“Too bad. You didn’t mind staying out in the rain to get soaked earlier so I’m sure you can handle a little more water now.”

It was far from the first time he’d gotten her skin wet before or during a spanking. She’d experienced it many times and knew how it would tenderize her rump and make everything sting more. “You’re lucky I don’t use baby oil instead. I love how it soaks in and doesn’t splash off, so the effects last. But I’m too tired to deal with the mess and this will work to get that butt of yours nice and damp for the belt.”

He pressed the cloth, squishing the water out so it ran in streams over the roundness of her ass and continued all the way down her legs. She twitched and squirmed as the trails tickled their way across her skin and that made the water spread faster.

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