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A lot.
Cordelia picked up the pace, the sound of her palm striking his bare skin ringing out in the otherwise silent room as Ivy stroked his hair while he began to squirm over her woman’s lap.
When she paused again, rubbing the heat into his bottom and giving the firm flesh a hard squeeze, he winced but made no sound. And it occurred to Ivy then that he’d been completely silent during his spanking, other than when he was directly asked a question.
“Daddy, is Jacob allowed to make noise while you’re spanking him?” she asked without taking her eyes off his face. She knew the answer, of course, but she wanted him to know.
“You noticed that too? My observant little girl.” Chuckling, Cordelia gave his bottom another hard squeeze. “Yes, baby, he’s allowed to make noise. In fact, I demand it.” Sliding her non-spanking hand into his hair, she made a loose fist, pulling his head up, arching his neck so his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “You will not keep those sweet sounds from me, boy. Your whimpers, your cries, your needy little whines all belong to me and you will not deprive me of them. Am I understood, Jacob?”
“No, Ma’am. I mean, I don’t know. It’s not—I’m not—I’m not supposed to cry.”
And with that, Ivy’s heart broke into a million little pieces. Their poor, sweet boy. “You can cry with us, honey. You’re safe with us.”
“I don’t think I even know how.”
“Then we’ll teach you,” Cordelia crooned, the sound of her voice sending a shiver up Ivy’s spine. “But not today. Today is just a demonstration. But you will cry for us, baby boy, one way or another.”
Chapter 21
Jacob
You will cry for us, baby boy. One way or another.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shed a tear. The last time he’d been allowed to show any emotion other than anger without swift consequences. But the resolution in Cordelia’s voice had his stomach twisting into knots. She didn’t strike him as the type of woman to make a vow like that without every intention of following through.
But he had more immediate concerns on his mind. Like the rest of the spanking he’d been promised. It wasn’t bad, so far, and even though the last few had stung a lot more than they had at the beginning, it wasn’t more than he could take. It certainly wasn’t anything close to what his sisters had gone through in his stead over the years. A sort of tingly warmth had spread across his backside, and he felt almost… peaceful.
The worst part, really, was the ache in his forbidden parts. Not only was he harder than he’d ever been before, that part of him was pressed right into the pillowy warmth of Cordelia’s thigh. Every time he squirmed, it moved his flesh, massaging him the way his own hand did when he did those things to himself he wasn’t supposed to do.
Something hard tapped against his backside and he froze in place as he remembered what the second part of his spanking entailed.
“Now that you're nice and warmed up, I’m going to give you ten swats with Ivy’s hairbrush,” Cordelia explained, still using that deep, soothing tone that wrapped around him like a warm blanket. “These will hurt. A lot. What’s the word you use if you need me to stop?”
“Red, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. I’m not going to make you count, because this isn’t a punishment for you. Are you ready?”
“Y–yes, Ma’am.”
The hard wood tapped lightly against his backside again, a moment before a loud crack echoed around the room. It took a second, just a second for the sound to become pain. A deep, stinging agony that exploded across his skin.
He wanted to scream. Maybe even swear. But instead he just screwed his eyes shut and breathed through the pain. If Ivy could take this kind of spanking, then he could, too.
Another crack met his ears, followed immediately by another explosion of pain that had him sucking in a breath.
“Jacob.” Ivy’s tone was sharper than he’d ever heard it. “Look at me.”
Forcing his eyes open, he looked up into her dark, serious eyes. “You don’t have to hide from us, sweet boy. Let it out.”
The sounds he wanted to make welled inside him, but they sat in his chest, an ache he couldn't force out even as two more searing swats landed across his backside.
It was the fifth that finally drew a hiss from his lips, and he was rewarded with a bright smile from Ivy. “That’s a good boy. Let us hear you, honey. Don’t keep those sweet sounds from us.”
Good boy. Why those two little words should fill him with such a desire to do everything these women commanded of him, he didn’t know. But even that burning desire in his soul to obey them, to please them couldn’t force the sounds from his throat.
Again, Cordelia’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head up and back. “You heard Ivy, baby boy. We want to hear you. Those little noises you’re keeping trapped inside? They belong to us. You will not keep them locked up so tight.”
Number six was the hardest yet, right at the top of his thighs, and the bright pain was enough to shock a yelp from him.
