Page 245 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

She couldn’t. It was too much!

“Oww! No!” she cried.

He stopped. Oh, thank God it was over.

“That wasn’t your safeword, but we’re halfway through, so I thought I’d check in. Do you need to stop?”

Halfway? Damn it.

Did she need to stop? Sure, it was painful and embarrassing. But not anything she couldn’t handle.

“No. I don’t need to stop.”

“That’s my good girl. Last ten.”

She liked being his good girl. She just wished she didn’t have to have her butt roasted to be his good girl.

Soon, her ass was flaming hot. The man obviously had a hand made of wood as he laid down each punishing smack.

When he finally stopped, she just lay on his lap and sobbed heavily. His hand rubbed her back soothingly while she continued to cry. Turning her over, he settled her on his lap with her bottom resting to one side and hugged her tight.

Okay, this part she liked.

“I know that you don’t know me very well, darlin’, but you scared me to death. When I saw you collapse, I was terrified. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. You hear me, Reagan?”

“Y-yes.”

Her sobs grew harsher. The release from the pressure of the last few weeks, hell the last few years, seemed to pour out of her as she cried against his chest.

“That’s right, darlin’ girl, cry it all out while I hold you close. That’s it, baby.” Reggie listened to him crooning softly to her as he lay back on the bed and tucked her in close to his chest. Still sniffling, she just lay there and let him hold her.

It was like a weight had lifted off her. She felt so much lighter. She hadn’t realized that she’d been feeling so guilty about worrying him like she had.

“My good girl. Just go to sleep. I have you and I’m never letting go.”

Chapter Eight

Pain in her backside woke her as she rolled onto her back.

“Ow, son of a—”

“You may want to rethink that sentence, darlin’.”

Reggie looked up as Alex walked into the bedroom, all refreshed and cheerful looking.

“What am I meant to say when my ass hurts like hell because someone has a hand like a wooden paddle?”

“Hmm, a wooden paddle, huh? Not a bad idea, actually.” He sat a tray down on the bedside table. Reggie glanced over to see a full breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice.

“No way. Your hand is quite enough, thank you. I’m not going to be able to sit for a week as it is,” she grumbled, lying on her side.

He chuckled, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

“Put a pillow under your bottom. It should help.” Reggie frowned at him, trying desperately to be irritated.

She slid the pillow under her ass. Okay, it helped a little. “I should be furious with you. My bottom really hurts.”

“It's meant to hurt, little one. Otherwise you wouldn’t remember this and think twice the next time you go to do something naughty.”

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