Page 176 of Receiving His Mercy
“Good girl,” he said. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because you’re mean?” she asked.
Slap!
His hand landed on her bare ass cheek. She was face down over the spanking bench at Whip It. It had taken this long for her poor body to recover from the injuries she’d sustained.
Tyler had had a mild concussion and a couple of cracked ribs as well. The two of them had grown even closer after their ordeal together and if Travis wasn’t around when she needed something, she knew she’d turn to Tyler.
Of course that could only happen if Travis actually left her alone. At the moment, she was even having to go into work with him because he was too paranoid to let her out of his sight.
Hopefully, he calmed down at some stage.
Maybe in a year’s time.
“Why are you being punished?” he repeated.
“Because I disobeyed you when you told me not to go close to the protestors. But that was sooo long ago. I really think I’m out of the statute of limitations on punishments.”
“There is no statute of limitation on punishments.”
“Well, there should be,” she grumbled.
“I’m afraid not,” he said with a mock-sigh. “You’re going to get your bottom spanked. And then I’m going to play with you with a vibrator before I fuck you hard and leave you wanting more.”
Oh, bloody hell.
She was so screwed.
“Maybe then you’ll remember to obey me.”
They were in a dark corner of the club and it was pretty quiet. But anyone that was nearby would have a good view of her bare ass sticking up in the air. kneeling on the padded slats that came out from it.
The first slap made her jump and cry out. Several smacks later and she was really regretting her choice to disobey him.
Caren didn’t know how many spanks landed but by the time he was finished, her bottom was throbbing and she was sobbing, tears dripping down her cheeks.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
He quickly undid her bindings and pulled her up into his arms so she was cradled against his chest.
And then, speaking to her soothingly, he carried her upstairs. Of course on their way up the stairs everyone could likely see her bare, red ass, but she didn’t care.
She was in her happy place, despite the throbbing pain. She was drifting without thought and it was so . . . peaceful.
All of the anxiety and worry was gone.
Travis sat with her on his lap and rubbed her back, still murmuring to her quietly, words of praise and love.
Finally, she drew back and let him clean her face before looking around. They were in a private room with a large, four-poster bed in it.
“How are you doing, Goldie?” he asked.
“My butt hurts.” She pouted.
“Good. It’s meant to. Ready for phase two?”
“What happens if I say no?”
