Page 54 of Masked

He sighed and stood, holding his hand out to her.

“Stand up. Go bend over the arm of the couch.”

She frowned but did as he asked and draped herself over the leather arm.

He contemplated which implement to use and opted for grabbing a wooden spoon from the kitchen.

When he returned, she hadn’t moved.

“Good girl. I’m going to warm your ass before we eat dinner. Sitting on a hot bottom should remind you to take care of yourself.”

He cracked the spoon onto one cheek and then the other. The way her skin became even paler than it was with the impression of the spoon and then turned red was delightful to watch. But he didn’t keep the slow pace for long. He wanted her squirming and whimpering, so he sped up and peppered smack after smack, moving all over her cheeks in random patterns so she couldn’t guess where he would go next.

It took a full minute of him spanking her before she made her first sound. Clearly, she had a higher pain tolerance than either of them knew. He kept a hand on the small of her back and stood to the side so he could cover her entire bottom.

By two minutes, she was squirming, but she still didn’t ask him to stop. He spent another thirty seconds on the tender space where her ass and thighs met, and she finally whimpered out a plea for mercy.

“Please, Sir. I’m sorry.”

As soon as the apology left her lips, he dropped the spoon and pulled her up and into his arms.

He let her stay against his chest until she regained her composure, then he gave her a gentle nudge. “Corner. Hands on your head. You can stay there until I have our dinner warmed up.”

When she reached back to rub her stinging bottom, he gripped her wrist to stop her and smacked her several more times. “No touching or you’ll spend an hour in the corner after dinner, too.”

She scrambled to the corner, and he couldn’t help but smile when she kept her hands clasped in front of her while she ran.

In the corner, she assumed the correct position, and he went back to the kitchen island and worked on their food. It needed little preparation, but he dragged it out long enough that she spent a solid fifteen minutes standing in the corner. When she started to squirm, he called her to him.

“Butt on the stool. I was going to let you have a robe while we ate. But hopefully, this will teach you the lesson you need to learn.”

She wiped at her eyes and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“What was so important during lunch today that you didn’t eat?” He asked as he slid her plate in front of her.

She shrugged. “I was trying to finish an assignment for my class. I’ve been away from coursework for a long time. It’s taking some time to get used to the schedule. I’ll get better about my time management, I promise.”

“Good girl. Not eating or taking care of yourself are not the reasons I want to have to punish you, Reva. But I will. Every time. Understood?”

She stabbed at a vegetable on her plate before she answered. “Yes, Sir. Understood. Can I ask you a question?”

He pushed his own plate across the island and came to sit next to her. “Of course. Questions are always welcome, little siren.”

“What are the reasons you do want to punish me?”

He chuckled. “Now that is an excellent question. I want to punish you because you’re a dirty little slut who needs it. Perhaps you came home with soaked panties. I want to punish you for having a wet little cunt at work. Or it’s the opposite. You come home and you aren’t soaked for me. That needs a punishment as well.”

She blushed. “I like the sounds of those punishments better.”

“Good. We’re on the same page then. If I have to punish you for something like not eating or not getting enough sleep, I promise you I will make it the most uncomfortable punishment you can imagine and there will be nothing sexual about it.”

She scooped another bite of food into her mouth and sighed. “I was starving. Thank you for dinner.”

He ran a hand through her hair. “So, what are you going to do to make sure you eat tomorrow? Do I need to require that you text me pictures of your food? That’s not the kind of Dom I want to be. But I can play that part if it helps.”

Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “That won’t be necessary, Sir. I appreciate that you’re willing, though. I’ll just set some alarms on my phone and maybe pack a lunch.”

“Good. Something besides a gas station snack would be preferred.”

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