Page 244 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“That this will all go away. That you’ll change your mind once you really know me.”

“I do really know you, and something you should know about me is that when I claim something, I keep it. You’re mine, Reagan. For life.”

It should scare her. It was too soon. But it actually eased the knot of worry and fear in her tummy. She knew that Alex McKenzie didn’t say what he didn’t mean.

“I love you and I want to take care of you. Make sure that you’re happy and healthy. You know the sort of relationship I want. It doesn’t have to involve spankings, but I will be the head of our household. I will make the rules. And I will protect and cherish you. But if it’s something you don’t want, tell me now.”

This was it.

Now or nothing.

And the thought of not being with him was enough to make her cry.

“I love you, Alex McKenzie. I want to be with you too.”

He let out a whoop and stood with her in his arms, spinning. She found herself giggling at his excitement.

“Thank you, baby. You’ll see, I’ll look after you.”

“I know. I trust you.” And she did. She couldn’t love him, couldn’t have stayed here with him if she didn’t. It hit her then exactly how much she trusted him, wanted him. All of him.

“I want you to spank me,” she told him.

He sat on the side of the bed with her on his lap. “Baby, not if you’re scared.”

“I am. But I trust you. I know this isn’t like what . . . what my parents did to me. I can’t promise I won’t freak out, though.”

“It’s all right. If you find it scares you, then we’ll choose another punishment.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Or no punishment at all?”

“That’s not happening. You’ll be getting punished. You put yourself at risk and that’s unacceptable to me. I care about you too much to let you harm yourself. A punishment will remind you next time you think about doing something naughty.”

That made her feel all squirmy inside. Embarrassed and happy. It was a weird combination.

“If you need me to stop, yell red. And you can write lines instead. As well as being grounded for a week.”

“A week!” she protested.

He gave her a stern look. “Yes.”

The spanking was starting to sound better and better.

“All right, I think it’s best to start, so you don’t keep worrying.” He slid her around so she was lying over his lap instead of sitting on him.

“Why are you being punished?” he asked, pushing her top up over her bare bottom.

“Because I went running while I was sick.”

“And what did I say would happen to you if you went running while you were still sick?” he asked, rubbing her bottom.

“Y-you said you would spank me.”

“That’s right. Remember, just say red if this is too much for you and we’ll switch to another punishment.”

His hand landed on her ass, the sting sharper than she had imagined. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t stick to a pattern, and he wasn’t taking things easy on her.

The first five landed so quickly, she could barely catch her breath. As the next few landed, she started kicking her legs.

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