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“I am going to give you a long, hard spanking with my hand first, Caylee.” He squeezed one of her cheeks. “After I turn your naughty bottom a nice shade of red, you’ll receive ten strokes of the strap.”
“Yes,Xerr,” she whispered, dreading the first slap, but also appreciating that he wouldn’t use the brutal looking strap on her for the entire duration of her chastisement.
“You will remain in this position throughout your punishment. If you try to get up or avoid my hand, I will simply hold you down and spank you harder. You are also not to reach around to shield your bottom. If I must tie your hands together, I will. Do you understand?”
“Yes,Xerr, I understand.” She gripped the covers and made sure her feet were planted firmly on the floor.
“You can scream or cry, if you need to, Caylee. But know that no amount of begging will still my hand. You earned this punishment.” He lifted his hand and brought it down with a sharp, resounding smack, and pain soon exploded in a fiery blaze across her cheeks.
Chapter 13
Varro stood with one hand pressed to Caylee’s lower back while he administered her spanking. She whimpered or gasped with each blow, but so far, she wasn’t sobbing yet. He knew her tears would come soon and he steeled himself to remain stern with her, even though he hated to see her cry. She’d displayed shameful behavior today and as her husband and master, it was his duty to correct her waywardness.
Her bottom was already a deep shade of pink. He paused and urged her legs apart. What he glimpsed when her privates were exposed left him stunned. The scent of her arousal reached him and he took a long inhale, unable to resist savoring the enticing scent of her heady, feminine essence.
He also couldn’t resist trailing a finger through her growing moisture.
She whimpered and shuddered at his touch.
“You’re soaking wet, little human.” He allowed his digit to graze over her engorged, pulsing clit, for the briefest instant, just long enough to cause her hips to jerk slightly as she lost control of her reflexes. He forced her legs even wider apart and applied a series of sharp, quick smacks to her inner thighs, then the backs of her thighs. Once her thighs were reddened to his liking, he moved back to her bottom and began spanking her anew, each hard slap echoing against the walls of the large bedroom.
“Please,Xerr, please,” she gasped. “It hurts. So badly. I am so, so sorry.” She sniffled and moved her head from side to side, as if trying to cope with the increasing pain.
He wavered in his resolve to deliver the remainder of her chastisement, but only for a moment. He gave her ten more firm smacks to the lowest curve of her bottom, where her thighs merged with her ass, before he paused to pick up the strap. He gripped the sturdy implement and stared at his red-bottomed bride.
“You have ten lashes of the strap, Caylee, and then this will be over.”
“Please,Xerr, please, I can’t—Oh God!” She screamed as he began meting out this last part of her punishment, administering two well-placed strokes across her bottom. She clutched the covers until her knuckles turned white, her shoulders heaving and her whole body trembling.
“You can and you will bear this, little human. Eight to go.”
He gave her three more in rapid succession, then paused to run his hands over her reddened bottom, feeling her heated flesh as he inspected his handiwork.
“Only five left. We’re halfway there.”
She cried into the covers, her back shuddering under her endless sobs. His heart shattered in this moment and he almost dropped the strap. But he’d promised her ten, and ten she would get. He reminded himself that he mustn’t be lenient with her. She’d been disobedient today and had shown him great disrespect, bringing shame upon herself in the process. He needed her to understand the seriousness of her misbehavior, needed to ensure she thought twice before acting in such a way again.
She needed to learn a strict lesson today, and it was his duty to enforce it.
“These last strokes will be fast and hard, little one. You can take them. I know you can,” he said in an encouraging tone as his arms ached to wrap around her.
True to his word, the last five blows were fast and hard. He brought them down as quickly as he could, lashing her with the heavy leather strap while she obediently maintained her position, bent over the bed while she paid for her transgressions.
Relieved that her punishment was finally over, he dropped the strap and sat beside her on the bed. He caressed her hair and ran a hand up and down her back while she sobbed into the covers. Would she accept his comfort? Or would she push him away and detest him for taking her in hand?
“Shh, little human.” He brushed the hair from her tear-stained face. “Shh, it’s over now. You took your punishment well. I am very proud of you, sweet Caylee.” His heart contracted as he gently lifted her in his arms. If she pushed him away, he would give her the space she needed, but he very much hoped she accepted his comfort.
He’d been startled when they’d run into Bersenna and her new mate today, but he hadn’t felt any affection for the female to whom he’d once been betrothed as he stood there staring at the newly mated couple. Her actions had shamed his entire family and the rejection still burned, but not because he still harbored tenderness for Bersenna.
He harbored tenderness for only one female.
Caylee.
As he held her secure in his embrace, he realized he cared for her more deeply than he’d ever cared for Bersenna. Caylee’s sweet presence calmed the storm that had once raged inside him.
He loved her.
This realization both startled him and filled him with warmth.
