Page 26 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“Yeah, baby. I’m okay. You ready?”
Pink crept into her babygirl’s cheeks as she twisted the bottom of her shirt between her fingers, looking so sweet and innocent in nearly unraveled Cordelia’s resolve. “Yes, Ma’am.”
She needs this. She needs you to be strong. Pulling the authority she normally wore so easily around her like a cloak, Cordelia crooked a finger at her girl. “Come here, Ivy Mae.”
The pink in Ivy’s cheeks darkened as she hurried over, practically throwing herself across Cordelia’s lap. Running her hand over the silky blue shorts, Cordelia gave her bottom a gentle squeeze. “I want you to know I’m not angry with you, baby. I understand why you were so mad. Why you acted out the way you did. This spanking is so you can forgive yourself. Once it’s done, you will forgive yourself and let it go. Am I making myself perfectly clear, little girl?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl. Lift your hips for me, blossom.” Steeling herself for what needed to be done, Cordelia tugged the shorts down over her girl’s bottom, halfway to her knees. Ivy had ditched her underwear, probably in the hopes she could sleep more comfortably with just the soft shorts on.
“You will speak to me with respect, Ivy Mae. No matter how angry you are, that is not grounds for you to raise your voice at me and it is especially not an excuse for you to tell me to fuck off.”
Whimpering softly, Ivy buried her face in her folded arms. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Lifting her hand from Ivy’s bottom, Cordelia paused only for a moment before bringing her palm back down, hard enough to make her girl jump in place over her lap. A light-pink handprint appeared on her pale skin, and she allowed herself a moment to appreciate the sight before delivering another swat to Ivy’s other cheek. Back and forth, she peppered her babygirl’s bottom with sharp swats, drawing the occasional kick or squeal in response.
“My girl is sweet and respectful. My girl knows how a good girl behaves at the club. Do you understand me, Ivy Mae?”
“Yes, Ma’am! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Capping the spanking off with a hard swat to the top of each of Ivy’s thighs, she ran her hand over the heated flesh of her bottom. “I’m very proud of you for admitting you needed this spanking, baby. I know how hard punishments are for you. I’m so, so proud of you, and once this is over you can have all the cuddles you need. Hand me the strap, so we can get this over with.”
Sniffling quietly, Ivy reached out to grab the short strip of leather Cordelia had left sitting on the couch and lifted it over her head.
“Thank you, baby. Do you know why I’m being so hard on you tonight?”
“Because I was rude and horrible and I deserve it?”
“Oh, babygirl. You weren’t horrible. I’m only being so hard on you because I have a feeling that guilt you’re carrying goes pretty deep and you need me to be harsh. But if you tell me otherwise, if you think you’ve been punished enough, we can stop now. Do you want me to stop, baby?
The silence that followed her question dragged on long enough to let her know that Ivy was seriously considering it. But then she sighed, a sound so dramatic it would have made Cordelia laugh under different circumstances. “No, Ma’am. I don’t want you to stop. I need this.”
“Okay then. Keep those feet on the couch or it’s two extra on your thighs. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
Not wanting to drag this out any longer than necessary, Cordelia raised the strap and brought it down on her girl’s bottom with a loud snap.
Ivy
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Oh god, oh god, oh god.
It was moments like this, with her ass on fire and the unrelenting fall of a belt or paddle or her brush against her tender skin that she questioned her sanity the most. She hated being punished. Unlike some of her friends, she never felt anything close to arousal after it was done.
But when she messed up, when she broke the rules, she needed it, just as much as anyone else.
She just wished it didn’t have to hurt so damn much.
Digging her toes into the cushion to avoid kicking up, she let out a cry as the strap connected another time with her bare skin. “Please, Dee, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“I know, baby. But we are going to make sure this lesson sticks. We’ve got some hard days ahead of us and I want to make sure my babygirl remembers her place in this relationship. And that any behavior that disrespects that relationship will not be tolerated.”
The words brought with them a brief rush of anger. She had disrespected their relationship? What about all the lies and secrets Cordelia had kept? Surely that was more disrespectful to their relationship than one little outburst at the club.
But the anger didn’t linger long. She’d chosen to accept this punishment, because she needed it. And because she had disrespected not just her Domme but their entire dynamic with her behavior, and she knew deep down she wouldn’t feel okay again until the spanking was over.
