Page 9 of Keeping His Brat

The slow tears became a river. When Sam returned to her sit spot for another sharp series of layered strokes, it broke free with an anguished howl that ended in choked sobs. He paused as if surprised by the vehemence of it. It must have been obvious that it wasn’t exaggerated for dramatic effect.

For the first time she didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want it to be over because she needed to get all those emotions out or she’d end up steeping in them. His hand settled on her ass in a heavy weight and sat there. It was comforting and she was able to catch her breath.

“All of it starting to sink in now, Charlie girl?” he asked. There was no surprise in his gentle voice. He knew her well enough to expect her to hit that point of catharsis if he pushed her, though he probably hadn’t expected it to hit quite so soon.

She was a little surprised about that herself and nodded miserably. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Really. I m-messed up.” She sounded lost because that’s how she felt.

“I know you’re sorry and you did mess up, but we’re taking care of that. You made mistakes, and now you’re being punished for them. After this you can hold onto the lesson, but let the guilt go.” He patted her flank gently.

There was no rubbing, nothing that would ease the stinging in her rump, which was a good indication that he wasn’t finished with her yet. She sniffled miserably.

“I have a question for you, Charlie, and I want an honest answer from you.”

That sounds ominous.She frowned, twisting a little to look over her shoulder. “What Daddy?”

“This isn’t even close to what I planned on giving you tonight but watching your reactions it seems like the situation hit you a little harder than I expected. I’m satisfied you’ve been thoroughly punished, but I need to know if you think you’ve had enough to put the guilt aside and move on.”

Her mouth dropped open as she gave him a look of pure horror. “That’s not a fair question!” she blurted. How could she answer that honestly, when the only answer she could give him was no. She’d rather mope around feeling awful than tell him she hadn’t been spanked enough though.

“It’s fair, darlin’. Half the reason for punishing someone is so they don’t have to punish themselves and I know you. You’ll beat yourself up emotionally, end up getting cranky as hell, and land yourself in trouble all over again if you walk away from this without getting enough.”

She couldn’t argue with that; it was true. She tended to get really bitchy when he let her off easier than she thought she deserved, and she would get an attitude until she wound up over his knee again. But it was too hard to ask for more right now while her ass felt like it was on fire.

“You—you said you were going to give me more punishments later anyway. You said—”

“I know what I said Charlie. It’s not the same and you know it. Those are going to be smaller things to keep the lesson fresh in your mind until you’ve settled into new habits. If you don’t get those emotions settled properly tonight you know exactly what will happen when I dish out those little lessons.”

She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that he hadn’t meant days of spanking after all. Part of her still thought the idea of daily punishment was sexy. The saner part told the horny part to shut up because smaller punishments would be easier to deal with as they came.

And yes, she knew what would happen if he stopped too soon. They’d been there before. She’d decide that since the big punishment was out of the way it should all be over with, and then she’d get an attitude over it. There’d probably be a tantrum and then … yeah everything would go downhill fast.

His hand tightened on her ass, squeezing the sore flesh painfully. “I’d like an answer from you. And it better be the truth because if you tell me you’ve had enough and it turns out you haven’t, you’re going to regret it, Charlie.”

Her mind whirled desperately trying to figure out a way around telling him the truth. Finally, she sighed, “I guess maybe I need alittlemore. Just a little! And those other punishments better really be small or this whole thing sucks.” As an afterthought, in a quieter voice she added, “It’s bad enough there’s no sex tonight.”

He snorted, “No sex tonight. Maybe not until I get those smaller punishments out of the way, I haven’t decided yet.”

She groaned and muttered something very softly under her breath. She knew he couldn’t have heard it because even she hadn’t been able to hear it clearly, but that didn’t stop him from assuming she was talking back.

He snapped the end of the belt against her thigh, making her jump. “I guess that confirms you haven’t had enough.”

It was hard to believe she’d actually given in and admitted she needed more, especially while her face was still wet with tears, but she couldn’t deny that the ending had been somewhat anticlimactic. He’d been building towards a much more severe spanking and if her emotions hadn’t broken so dramatically, she would have gotten it.

“Do you want a break first?”

“Like until tomorrow maybe?” she asked hopefully.

That actually got a laugh. “No, like ten or fifteen minutes to calm down before we finish.”

She was torn. Part of her wanted the time for the stinging in her rump to calm down, for the skin to cool. The rest of her wanted to get it over with so they could get to the comfort part. The guilt and belated fear over the whole incident had settled into the pit of her stomach and was making her feel awful.

“I—I’d rather get it done. There’s all this … blech inside of me. I just want to get rid of it. Please Daddy?” At the end her voice trembled with the effort of getting the words out. That was as close to asking for a spanking as she could manage without being ordered. She just wasn’t any good at asking with words. It was more her style to act up and earn one.

“I had a feeling it was going to be like that, baby. Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you.” His voice had softened to a gentle caress that comforted her.

She relaxed, letting her body slump against the smooth rounded top of the saddle rack as the tension went out of her. It was only temporary, of course, once the punishment started again all the calm peaceful feelings would vanish, but letting go, letting Sam take care of her, was what submission was about for her.

Charlie was a strong, confident woman. She had a temper and a stubborn streak a mile wide, but with Sam she could let go of control and it was like an emotional weight lifting from her. He’d take all the overwhelming feelings away and she’d come out on the other side clean and guilt free.

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