Page 332 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“I just want to know what you're going to do to ensure it doesn't happen again,” Stella demanded, folding her arms across her chest.

“I'm not going to touch the shutters again,” Kate said firmly. “If I need sunlight, I will go outside and shut the door behind me. And knock before I open it to come in,” she added.

Stella nodded. He pulled Kate away from Dom and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “It's okay, kid,” he said softly into her hair.

“Thanks, Fox,” she whispered.

“Are you hungry?” Dom asked Kate, solicitously.

“No, not really,” she said.

“Well, I'm certainly not up for leaving the house tonight. How about if we hole up and watch movies?” he suggested to Kate.

“But you can't even see!” she exclaimed.

“That's okay. You can watch and I'll cuddle you.”

Cuddle you? Fox was in complete shock to hear Dominic “I am an island” DeParma, speak with such tender intimacy. And in front of him and Stella, even. He could admit Stella had been right to stop him from barging in on whatever it was that had been going on between them. Obviously it worked quite well for them.

It was true what she'd read about punishment spankings on the blogs. She did feel cleansed of guilt. And Dom had said he'd released his irritation completely. The closeness she felt with him now was amazing.

They were curled up on his bed, watching her favorite movie, Shakespeare in Love. Well, she was watching and Dom was holding her. She reached down and ran her hand lightly over her welted skin. She was wearing nothing but one of Dom's t-shirts, because even the idea of panties over her sore buns sounded painful. The thought of him punishing her made her shiver a little. He'd been the perfect dominant, as far as she was concerned. Holding and comforting her when she was scared but still firmly insisting on her punishment.

Despite the fact that she had no care to ever repeat such an episode, she knew already it was going to be fodder for her fantasies for a long time. Dom really did it for her.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmured in her ear, his voice a low purr. She flushed, realizing he was most certainly picking up the scent of her arousal.

“The spanking you just gave me,” she admitted.

His hand trailed to her bottom, lightly stroking her sore cheek. “You know, I read that fifteen or twenty spanks with a wooden paddle after the belt might prevent these welts.”

She couldn't find her voice to answer that.

“If you'll bring me the wooden spoon, we can test it out?”

“No thank you,” she said in a tiny voice.

Dom laughed. “It's probably too late, anyway.”

She rubbed her backside. “So what's your opinion on rubbing?”

He laughed. “You mean should it be allowed? I have no problem with it. I think that's a dumb rule. Personally, I would find the sight of you rubbing your sweet little butt to be visual confirmation that I've done my job well.” He gave her a squeeze with that and she smiled up at him, and was thrown again that he couldn't see her face.

“That's good,” she confessed. “Because when I was standing in the corner, I was rubbing, and I wondered if you'd care and then I realized you couldn't see me anyway!”

Dom laughed with her at that. “I'm sure it was a lovely sight. I would've melted like butter to see you like that. It's something to look forward to next time.”

“There's not going to be a next time,” Kate said firmly, scrambling closer into his arms.

Dom just laughed again. “Oh no? You think you'll never get in trouble with me again?”

“That's my hope,” she said in a little voice.

“Then how will I ever turn you on?” Dom said in a low voice and drew her slowly across his lap.

She listened with every cell of her body, waiting, her breath held, to see where exactly this was going. He stroked the curves of her bottom.

“You were a bad girl, today, weren't you?” he asked, his voice husky.

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