Page 11 of Keeping His Brat

Once her whole backside glistened, he moved the washcloth up out of the way and picked up the belt. “These are going to be fast Charlie, so take a deep breath and hold on.” That was all the warning he gave her and then suddenly the belt began to swing and snap.

The leather wasn’t coming down any harder than it had before, but there was zero surprise that it stung a hell of a lot more. It wasn’t just the wet skin, which did add to everything, but it was also the fact that the washcloth had been steaming. Warm and wet skin was a deadly combination when it came to spanking and he knew it.

He enjoyed giving her the occasional shower spanking for that exact reason. And while the baby oil would have been worse, this was bad enough. It had her squealing every time the leather smacked down across her rump and the belt flew as fast as he could swing it safely.

He’d warned her they were going to be fast, and he’d meant it. He was tired and wanted to finish up so they could go to bed. There was a scant couple of seconds between each stroke, no time at all for her to recover her equilibrium.

The only break she got, not that she probably considered it much of one, was when he would pause to dampen her skin with the washcloth again. It had less effect each time, as it cooled and lost the excess water, but it did refresh the sting a little bit. He was tempted to go and soak the cloth down with hot water again, but that would only drag out the end, and he didn’t really think it was necessary.

The way she kicked and bounced across the top of the saddle rack, he knew they were nearing the end and it wouldn’t be necessary anyway. Right on cue she started crying again, with loud gasping sobs that shook her body. He knew her well enough to know they were sincere.

He gave her a few more, aiming low across the base of her ass and the top of her thighs to really bring the message home and then he stopped. The belt dropped to the floor with a jingle and in less than a minute he had her untied and in his arms. He carried her straight to the bedroom and settled her gently in the center of the bed, facedown.

The plug was still in, the wide base peeking out between her cheeks, and he left it in place while she sniffled tearfully into the blanket. He ducked into the bathroom to grab some tissues and wet another facecloth before he returned to the bedroom.

She was probably wondering where he’d gone and had turned to look for him just as he came back. Her eyes dropped to his hands and then widened when they caught sight of the washcloth. “Oh no! I thought we were done?” The words spilled from her in a worried tone as she rolled on her side to make her backside less visible.

Not that it would have done any good if he’d meant to continue. He laughed at the attempt and shook his head. “Relax, darlin’. You’ll appreciate the wet cloth more this time; it’s cool and might help with the sting a little.”

She relaxed a bit, rolling back onto her stomach, but she kept her eyes on him and they were filled with suspicion. “Really? You promise?”

He could understand her surprise; after all what was the point of going to all the trouble of spanking someone for punishment if you were going to soothe it away immediately after. His aftercare focused on making sure she was okay emotionally and physically, but rarely involved doing anything to ease the pain. Lotion and rubbing were for good girls—except on rare occasions.

“I’m being nice because you told me the truth about needing more and I know how hard that is for you. Don’t get used to it, Charlie girl,” he said as he settled on the bed next to her and draped the cool cloth across her hot red ass.

She hissed a breath in through her teeth, and it turned into a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Daddy. I appreciate you being nice; I know how hard that is for you.” Her tone was teasing and even though her eyes were still swollen and watery he could see the mischievous look in them.

One eyebrow went up as he gave her a stern look. “If you’re getting sassy already maybe I am being too nice,” he said. He reached for the washcloth as if to take it away and she hurriedly shook her head.

“No, no, sorry, Daddy. I was just kidding. I do appreciate it, honest.” All trace of teasing vanished as she tried hard to look like she was well behaved.

The effect was ruined by the fact that he could literally feel the heat rising off the spanked skin. Only Charlie would try to look innocent while still bare-assed after a punishment spanking. Sam snorted. “You’re such a brat sometimes.”

She managed a one-shoulder shrug from her position. “You’d get bored if I was good all of the time,” she pointed out.

He rolled his eyes and pushed her over so he could stretch out on the bed next to her. It was true. He loved her playful side and that kind of brattiness could be fun, but he didn’t want her to think that what happened earlier was something to be flippant about.

“I love you, even when you’re a brat, but I’m taking tonight real serious, Charlie. I mean it. You scared the hell out of me and none of it is going to happen again, or else.” Sam left the specific threat unvoiced, but his expression made it clear it wouldn’t be something she liked.

Vague threats worked better with his girl. If he was too specific about how he was going to punish her she tended to talk herself into deciding it wasn’t that bad, and then before he knew it, she’d go ahead and get herself in trouble. If he left it mysterious then her own mind filled in the blanks with the scariest things she could think of.

He had to assume her imagination about punishments was a lot better than his because when he said ‘or else’ she usually straightened up pretty fast. This time was no exception and a second later she was burrowing into his arms looking pitiful.

“I meant it when I said I was sorry, Daddy. I really did. I guess a lot of it was just not thinking about what might happen and maybe a little bit of laziness. I remembered my phone after I left the house, I just didn’t feel like going back to get it and figured it was no big deal.”

Sam wrapped an arm around her and held her close. The wet cloth slid off as she turned, but he grabbed it and spread it back over her rump before it could leave a wet spot on the bed. “And do you think it’s a big deal now?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes. Very big deal. It’s going on the top of my list of things to remember.”

“Good girl.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“So, do you think maybe we can forget about those other punishments you were talking about?”

“Nope, and it’s bedtime.” He was already starting to nod off now that he was lying down and comfortable.

“But um … the plug?” Her voice was low, mortified.

He gave her a thoughtful look and then shook his head. “Leave it in for the night. It will give you a nice reminder when you wake up.”

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