“I hate to hear you cry, particularly when I cause it, but we are going to do this. Because I know that you need it. Now, over my knee.”

Reagan followed the firm command, already sobbing at the thought of this punishment. Alex didn’t make her wait, but began to immediately spank her.

When he switched to the paddle, her bottom was already hot and sore. But the paddle . . . oh, it was so much worse. The sting as each whack landed soon turned to a deep burn.

“Please stop, stoooppp, Alex!”

She was wasting her breath. Alex continued to spank her with the paddle at a steady rhythm, over and over on her buttocks and thighs, until she began to cry in deep, heartfelt sobs that rocked his heart.

He hated making her cry, but they both needed this. She was carrying a lot of emotion from what happened with Lance. The bastard.

At least he was in jail. The judge had refused bail, given his likelihood of fleeing. They’d found the pen drive he’d been after and handed it over to the police. He was in deep trouble over that as well.

When Alex was finished, he threw the paddle away and turned her over so she was straddling his lap. He rubbed her back, whispering to her lovingly.

God, what would he do without her?

“I’m really, really sorry, Alex. I know I messed up. I will try harder. I will.” She began to sob again, and he drew her in close, rocking her gently as he let her purge it all out.

Her tears soaked his shirt, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was Reagan, her comfort, her needs.

“Enough tears now,” he said, worried that she was going to make herself sick. “I’m sorry that you overheard me talking to Matthias and thought that I didn’t want you. Because you’re the most important thing in my life. And I’m going to spend forever showing you that. So you’ll never doubt it again.”

“I won’t. I won’t ever doubt you again. I love you.”

“Love you too, little one.”

THE END