Page 7 of Keeping His Brat

She winced and resisted the urge to look back at him again. She didn’t think she’d like what she saw in his face right now. The guilt threatened to overwhelm her as she was faced with the results of her actions. Tears prickled in her eyes, and she didn’t blink them back fast enough to keep one from rolling down her cheek.

She could accept that disobeying Sam would bring punishment her way. That was fair and deserved. What was difficult to deal with was hearing the pain in his voice and knowing that he had been hurt by her choices too.

She wanted the spanking to begin. He’d made it clear this wasn’t going to be a light punishment, but part of her needed it to start anyway. The pain would help to wipe away all the emotions, so she didn’t have to feel them. It would be a relief in a way.

“Please, can we just get this over with?” A little bit of pleading crept into her voice.

“Sure. We can gettonight’sspanking out of the way, but I’m still deciding if we need more than just one punishment for this little adventure. I want to be sure nothing like this happens again.”

She frowned, wondering what he had in mind. Sam had threatened days of punishment before, but usually it was just one spanking and then some chores or lines to go along with it. But once he’d warned her that he’d spank her every day for a week if she kept going. At the time it had caused her to straighten right up.

She kind of hoped that wasn’t what he was thinking this time because ‘tonight’s spanking’ definitely seemed to imply more than one. While she had to admit the idea of it was hot and she’d played it over in her mind a few times since then, she had a feeling she wouldn’t like the reality much.

“Oh Daddy … I don’t think we need to go that far. I feel really bad about everything. The guilt from knowing I made you worry is punishment enough,” she hurried to point out.

There was a moment of silence. “Tell me about the guilt you’re feeling, Charlie. I want to know how seriously you’re taking this.”

She frowned. How could she explain something like that? “I guess—I didn’t think any of it was a big deal at first. But then you were so mad and listening to you … it started to sink in. I feel awful for upsetting you and kind of dumb. If I’d just taken the time to go back and get my phone none of this would have happened.”

“You’re just lucky that no one knows you were out there without a phone. They’d all left by the time your horse came back. I’ve been coming down hard on everyone over the phone thing. Imagine how it would have looked to have you out there breaking that rule. I might have had to make an example out of you.”

Charlie sniffled and it wasn’t faked. He probably didn’t mean it the way it was implied. They both liked to keep their D/s relationship private and since she was half owner of the ranch it likely wouldn’t have caused as much trouble as if she’d been just a regular hand.

But talking about it, listening to how upset he was made it all worse. Her insides did a slow roll as a heaviness set in. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, Daddy. I’m going to try a lot harder,” she promised. She even meant it, at least for the moment, and not just because she was in trouble.

She’d been terrified out there in that storm, alone with a panicked animal that was so much bigger than she was. And help should have been just a call away, except it wasn’t because of a mistake. She wouldn’t forget that feeling any time soon.

“You’re right, darlin’. It’s not going to happen again because I’m going to make damn sure you learn your lesson this time. From now on you will not set foot out of this house without your phone. Am I clear?”

The snap of his leather belt wrapping around her ass as she opened her mouth to reply took her off guard and surprised a yelp out of her. She hadn’t expected him to start so abruptly.

“Yes, yes you’re clear.” The assurance flew from her lips so fast she almost stumbled over the words.

“Good.” He didn’t say anything else, but the belt didn’t strike again and after a second, he actually draped it across her back. She was confused.

She was starting to turn to look back over her shoulder to see what was going on when she felt something cold and slippery pressing against her back hole. She tightened her muscles reflexively, clenching down to stop the intruder.

“What is that?” She winced at how demanding she sounded and hoped he didn’t tack on extra for attitude.

“You know what it is.” His hand slapped down hard on one cheek. “Unclench or you’re going to make this worse than it has to be,” he warned her.

She actually hadn’t been sure exactly what he was trying to insert and there had been a quick flashback to her first punishment over the saddle stand. He’d used ginger that night and the burning both inside and out had been intense. But now she could feel the smooth, rounded silicon tip of one of their butt plugs as it pressed against her.

Of course, that still left the question of which size he’d chosen since they had a full set now. No matter the size, tensing wouldn’t help and was likely to get her in more trouble. She sighed and forced herself to relax.

The slow, steady pressing continued, widening and stretching her until she could tell he’d chosen one of medium sized plugs that he’d been getting her used to lately. That helped her to relax further. They’d slowly incorporated more anal play in their games and punishments over time and she no longer had trouble accepting most of them.

The lube made it easy and there was no pain. Though there was still a little bit of embarrassment when he plugged her during punishment. It didn’t bother her like that during sex and she had no idea why.

He worked it in and out, pushing a little deeper each time until it settled into her ass with a popping sensation as it passed the ring of muscle. The wide flange rested on the outside like a visible reminder of what was tucked inside of her body, not that she could see it, but he could. He gave it a tug then twisted it a little to make sure it was well seated.

“Comfortable?” His tone was bland making her wonder whether he was serious or not.

“Not really, Daddy. I’d be more comfortable curled up in bed without a plug in my ass.” It bordered on sass, so she wasn’t surprised when he picked up the belt. It tickled as the leather slid across the skin and maybe the shiver was partly from that, but the rest was because she knew he was about to get started.

“I bet. I’d be more comfortable in bed with you too. Or maybe we’d be having some fun right now, but your choices didn’t take us that way, so I guess we’ll both have to deal with that.”

Damn it.

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