Page 242 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

The other thing worrying her was the threat Alex had made to spank her. Reggie kept telling herself that he would forget. Somehow, she didn’t quite believe it.

“How are you feeling?” Alex asked her, looking up from where he was sitting in an armchair reading something on his phone.

Reggie was lying on the couch, flicking through the channels in disinterest. “Good. In fact, I was thinking I’m well enough to leave tomorrow.”

She didn’t want to.

Which is probably why she should. She was coming to rely on him, and that was never a good thing.

To her surprise, he nodded. A shaft of pain streaked through her. He wanted her to go.

Okay, she was being silly. She was the one who suggested she go. She couldn’t get upset because he was letting her.

“Doctor Harper was pleased with the way your chest sounds.” The doctor had made a house call yesterday, much to Reggie’s amazement. Who the heck made house calls anymore?

“So it looks like tonight is the night.” He set the paper down, looking at her firmly as she felt her stomach dance with nerves.

“The night for what?” she asked.

“For you to receive your punishment. You’re going to get twenty spanks with my hand on your bare bottom. Go upstairs to your room. I’ll be up shortly and I’ll expect to find you standing in the corner with your bottom bare.”

Reggie looked at him in amazement. “You have got to be kidding me!”

“Not at all, young lady. You knew the consequences for not taking care of yourself. Now, I want you to go get into position.”

When Reggie didn’t move, he held up a finger. “One.”

Another finger rose. “Two.”

But by that time, she was off the couch and moving up the stairs. This was it. It was happening.

And she didn’t know whether she felt terrified or relieved.

Alex walked up the stairs slowly, pondering his next move. He fully expected for Reggie to balk at her punishment. After all, no one liked to be punished. That was the whole point. To enforce the fact that her behavior was unacceptable, so that the next time she went to deliberately put herself in harm’s way, she’d think twice.

However, he didn’t like the look of fear and resignation that had come over her face. A little fear he could understand. This was her first time being disciplined, and she didn’t really know what to expect from him. But he didn’t want her to be scared.

When he walked into his bedroom, she was in the corner with her bottom on display. She’d stripped off her bottom half entirely, so she was just wearing a T-shirt. That was a surprise. But what was more of a shock was the way she was shaking.

“Little one, what’s wrong?” He moved immediately towards her, concerned that she’d hurt herself. He gently turned her to face him. Her flinch as he touched her rocked him. “Darlin’, are you scared of me?”

“Please,” she spoke so quietly it was almost a strain to hear her. “Just get it over with.”

“Okay, darlin’. We need to talk.” He drew her up into his arms and then sat on the bed, holding her on his lap with his back resting against the headboard. Rocking her, he crooned under his breath soothingly, his hand rubbing her back until her shivers subsided.

“Just what did you think I was going to do to you, darlin’?” he asked.

“Y-you said y-you were going t-to punish me.”

“And did I not explain exactly what that would entail?” he asked.

“Y-yes.”

“So repeat it back to me.”

“You said you were going to spank my bare bottom with your hand.”

“Right. Why didn’t you tell me that the thought of that terrifies you? You’ve known this was coming for a while, little one.” He kept his voice low, soothing, hoping she would trust him with her secrets.

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