Page 54 of Forever His Brat

It was a small building over by the machine barn, not much bigger than a shed. Inside were the various saws, drills, and tools that came in handy on a ranch. It was rare they hired outside help to fix or build things. They had everything they needed to do the work themselves.

Most of the hands knew enough about basic carpentry to cut wood to the right dimensions. Some of them even had a strong background in carpentry. Sam was one of the latter. He’d done plenty of odd jobs requiring woodworking when he was younger, and he knew his way around a machine shop.

He’d be putting those skills to good use when they began building the wedding pavilion, but what he was making today took a lot less skill. He pulled a box down from a high shelf and took out his current project.

The paddles were made from purple heartwood and the materials had been expensive but worth it. When he’d first cut and shaped the wood it had been plain brown. A few days later the color had begun to change until it was a rich eggplant shade.

One was thick and heavy, in the shape of an oval. It was larger than the span of his hand and just about the right size to cover Charlie’s entire cheek with one swat. The weight made it somewhat severe. Something she’d feel when she sat for a good while afterwards.

He wouldn’t be usingit that night. It would be reserved for real punishment. And it still needed to be sanded, cured, and then lacquered. That would be her chore for the afternoon.

The other paddle was much smaller. It was made of two thin layers of wood with a piece of hard leather between them. He’d melded them together before cutting. And though it had started out more circular, he’d whittled the business end down into the shape of a heart.

The shape made it a little wider across, but overall, it wasn’t too much bigger than a hairbrush. It was meant to have a crisp, stingy effect when it landed. He’d tested it out on himself a few times and was pleased with the result.

Unlike the bigger paddle, this one was pretty much finished. He’d sanded it smooth and cured it for a couple of days before giving it a thick coating of lacquer to seal it – and add to the sting.

Sam had planned well. The topcoat was fully dry now, and ready to be used on Charlie later. All it lacked was the finishing touch of drilling a hole in the handle and threading a leather cord through so it could be hung up in their closet. He took care of that for both paddles in a few minutes.

He looked them over, checking for any problems, and then just took a second to admire the work. These had been on his list for a while. He’d had them planned before he’d even purchased the wood.

There was something special about spanking her with a tool he’d made himself.

They could alwaysbuyimplements. There were hundreds of places online that sold just about anything you could think of. They already had a pretty full toy box to draw from because of that. But he’d wanted to make something of his own design.

Charlie would appreciate them, at least on some level. She might not always like having them used on her ass, especially the heavy one, but knowing he’d made them for her would matter. That was why he intended to have her finish off the one he planned to save for punishment.

He wanted to make a point. It seemed like preparing her own paddle had to be akin to cutting a switch. It would put her head in the right place for the long scene he had planned for the evening. He was looking forward to having her on her knees and reminding her that she wasn’t just a brat, she was a submissive too. His submissive.

CHAPTER13

When Sam walked through the door the wicked smile on his face warned her something was up. She set down her pen and frowned. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. It hasn’t even been an hour and I’m not done yet…”

One eyebrow went up as he walked over to look at her paper. “This is all you wrote in an hour?”

She sighed. “Well, when I was reading it over, I realized I’d left out a few things. I decided to rewrite it on the computer first before I put it on paper. I really only started copying it a few minutes ago.”

There was a little concern he was going to be mad, but he just nodded and shifted the crate he’d been carrying under one arm. “You keep working and I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit.”

He set the crate down on the far side of the table and started to leave, pausing first to say, “Don’t open this. It’s a surprise.” And then he left the kitchen like he hadn’t just wound up her curiosity to unbearable levels.

Charlie was terrible about things like this. She was the kid who always went searching for her Christmas presents early. When someone said, ‘Don’t peek!’ she usually peeked.

She just couldn’t help it and Sam knew that. Which meant this was probably a trap meant to test her obedience. She glared at the box and then went back to writing.

But every other line would have her pausing to stare at the box and wonder what was inside. It looked dusty and the old wooden slats were worn and aged. She’d seen crates like that around the ranch, and knew they dated from her grandfather’s time—so what did it have to do with her?

It took her about fifteen minutes to break and get up to go see what was in it. The hinged wooden lid was sturdy and creaked when she lifted it. There was no point in being sneaky about it. Sam knew she was going to look, so she let the lid fall back with a loud thunk.

“What the…” The words trailed off as her mouth made a round ‘o’ of surprise. Not in her wildest dreams would she have come close to guessing that the box contained paddles, but those were the first things she pulled out— and the most interesting.

She knew they were handmade because the bigger one wasn’t finished yet. It looked painful but plain in comparison to the heart-shaped one that gleamed in the kitchen light. The purple was vivid under a coating of gloss, and she couldn’t resist rubbing the smooth surface against her palm. It was beautiful.

It was difficult to enjoy wood. The thud and deep burn always felt more punishing than fun to her, but she did think she would love the smaller one. It was thin enough to snap nicely and the coating that had been used to seal it would no doubt add a lot of fire to each smack.

When held upside down, the bottom of the heart paddle resembled a red bottom. “I guess that’s fitting,” she said, as she set it down and picked up the unfinished one.

It was heavy enough to drag at her arm when she lifted it. She winced and her butt tightened reflexively at the thought of feeling it across her ass. It would leave a deep-down ache that would last for ages.

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