Page 91 of Brandishing Beginnings

Smack, Smack, Smack.

She yelped again as I landed blows to her unsuspecting thighs.

“Keep counting,” I snapped.

“Seven, I’m sorry, Sir. Eight, I’m sorry I put myself in danger. Nine, I’m sorry I made you worry.”

I landed a particularly harder blow to her inner thigh.

“Shit. Ten. I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

I rubbed my hand over red ass. It was warm to the touch, but nowhere near how warm or red as it would be later. I nodded to Nico who was sitting at the window seat. I pointed at the red handled wooden paddle sitting on top of the dresser, the one I had pulled out earlier, in preparation for this evening. The one she had to move in order to dust the dresser.

I smirked, knowing she had picked it up and set it back in place after she cleaned. The bedroom was immaculate, as was the rest of the house.

Nico grabbed the paddle and walked over, handing it to me. I eyed the wooden paddle with a grin. It was heavy in my palm. Leather wrapped around the handle, giving it a better grip than wood beneath it. The handle flared out to a wide three-inch wooden paddle with holes drilled through it, to allow for airflow to pass through it as it swung through the air. It allowed the user to hit faster. One side of the paddle had a cushioned pad covering the wood, while the other side was bare wood, ready for maximum damage.

I like to use both side on Maya. I especially enjoyed the pink round circles the holes in the paddle would leave behind. I loved marking her skin. Her creamy skin turned the most delectable shade of pink.

“You will say, ‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ after each hit,” I told her, before I smacked her hard with the padded side.

“One. I’m sorry, Sir,” she said immediately through a gasped breath.

I started at a gentle pace and continued to rain down blow after blow. Each time she apologized and gave me a count. She was squirming slightly in my lap, but I knew this was all just a warm up for her. For as angry as I had been, Marcos was the one who had really been upset when she hadn’t called. Especially after we had stayed up waiting for her.

On the seventh hit with the paddle, I turned it over, so the bare wooden side would hit her and I aimed my blow forher upper thighs. She jumped in my lap and cried out at the unexpected change. “Seven, I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped.

I did eight and nine back-to-back, one on each thigh. “Eight, I’m sorry, Sir. Nine, I’m sorry, Sir.” Her sentences were rushed and clipped as she tried to power through the pain.

I landed one last blow, my hardest one yet, to her bare ass and she cried out in pain. I had to hold her upper back down, to keep her in place. Her body shuddered as her breathing came out in violent pants. “Ten, I’m sorry, Sir.” Her voice breaking at the end.

I set down the paddle and slid my hand over her warm skin, soothing away the sting of the paddle. “Shh,” I murmured, as I caressed her bottom. “You were so good,” I praised her, knowing exactly what she needed to hear. “My good girl.”

I gave her a minute before I helped her to her feet. She wobbled slightly when I released her, but Nico was there, gathering her into his arms. “Easy, Little Dreamer,” he murmured.

I stood up from the bed and headed for the recliner in the corner of the room, giving Nico space for his turn with our girl.

“Drink some water,” Nic muttered to her, holding the straw of her stainless-steel cup to her lips.

Maya took careful sips as I sat back and adjusted my cock my in jeans. Her ass was a sight to behold: pink and plump with white circles dotting the juicy canvas. I just wanted to sink my teeth into her round globes and eat her up.

After Nico finished tending to our girl, he had her lay down in the center of the bed. Nico wasn’t big on punishment, he knew it was a necessary evil, but he wasn’t a Sadist like Marcos or I. Thankfully Maya wasn’t a bratty sub, so punishment wasn’t something we usually had to dole out.

I watched Dagger circle the bed, watching Maya all the while. She was panting slightly still, but her breathing was slowing down. Finally coming down from the spanking she’d received.

Nico set down her cup on the bedside table before he walked over to the end of the bed and took a seat. Maya was still laying in the middle of the bed, facing away from him, so he snapped his fingers loudly.

After two years together, Maya’s training was perfected. She knew how to read us, knew what we needed before we asked, and knew if we snapped our fingers that she needed to move her ass into position. Immediately, she got up on her hands and knees and shuffled on the bed, crawling over to Nico and across his lap.

She settled across his thighs, bracing on her elbows with her ass draped over Dagger’s lap. “You know I don’t like having to do this, right?”

Maya sighed, her head hanging low. “Yes, sir.”

“You will count after each one and say ‘I’m sorry, sir’.”

Maya remained quiet, until Nico slapped his palm against her ass. “I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured softly.

Nico made quick work of her spanking. He wasn’t one to dole out punishments, so he never drew them out. Maya counted and apologized after each one, gasping for breath with each hit. He may not have liked punishing her, but he didn’t let her off the hook either, each blow would be painful.

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