Page 31 of Shadow

The way her voice trembled had him considering calling a stop to this part of the punishment and jumping straight to sex. But if he did that, it would be harder to get back on track with her. She needed to see that he would keep his promises. Trust was broken between them, and this was an opportunity to rebuild it.

He caressed her ass with the belt for a few seconds before he stepped back and took aim, laying a harsh stripe on her butt.

The line of red on her already deep pink skin stiffened his cock even further. Yes, this was punishment, and he wanted to make it clear that he would not have her running around putting herself in danger anymore but seeing her take his punishment was a huge turn-on. And receiving it was a turn-on for her.

With his arousal threatening to take over, he knew he had to get this part done, so he laid three stripes down hard and fast. She cried out and reached back to touch her ass.

“Fuck, that hurts,” she cried.

“Move your hands, Liv. It’s supposed to hurt.”

She raised her arms above her head and gripped the duvet while he lined up the next stinging strike. This time, he struck twice as she kicked her legs. But she didn’t move her hands.

“Halfway there,” he murmured.

“Please no more, Daddy. I’ll be good,” she begged.

He trailed his fingers over her heated skin. “I know you will, baby girl, but I promised you twelve, so that’s what you’re getting.”

He focused on her tender sit spots for the next three. She wailed and begged him to stop again. It had been just long enough since they’d played that he set the belt down and sat next to her on the bed.

“Are you forgetting to use your safeword?”

She lifted her head and met his gaze. “I don’t want to use my safeword. But this really hurts.”

He brushed tangled hair out of her eyes. “I know it does. But you earned it. However, if you’re telling me that you can’t take the last three, we’ll stop. I think you can handle it, though.”

He was walking a thin line between encouraging her to be strong and goading her into taking more than she could handle. But they’d played way rougher than this before.

She gripped the blanket tighter. “Do it. I can take it.”

He stood. “That’s a good girl. I’m proud of you.” He picked up the belt again and put a hand on the small of her back. “I’m going to make these fast.”

Before she could respond, he landed three sharp swats in the center of her cheeks where it would hurt less. His girl would feel better if she took everything he’d promised her. That was one thing he suspected hadn’t changed about her.

When he was done, he helped her stand, then turned her to face the corner again.

“Just a few more minutes,” he whispered when she protested.

He didn’t want to put her in the corner again, but if he didn’t, he would be too rough with her when he fucked her, and he wanted to take his time. So, he had to give himself a minute to cool down.

He leaned against the dresser and watched her trembling in the corner. When his own heart rate had slowed, he approached her and trailed a hand down her back.

“You did so good, Liv. I forgot how proud you always make me.”

She turned to face him with tears and mascara running down her cheeks and shoved her hair off her forehead.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Let’s go to bed, baby.”

He steered her to the bed by the elbow, and gently laid her down then stretched himself out over her and captured her mouth in a tender kiss.

When they came up for air, he brushed the hair out of her face and sighed.

“I know it’s our first time in a while and I should take my time, but I really just want to fuck you until you scream.”

“Please. Don’t be easy. You know what I like, Sir.”

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