Page 90 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

With one last look at each occupant in the room, Troy steps back to Hallie, placing his left hand over her tattoo to comfort her while he pulls his dominant right arm back to deliver a sound paddling to her panty covered ass.

“Owie!”

He silently delivers nine more swats, slow and steady. With each one, he can hear her crying increasing until she is sobbing. He would give anything to untie her and pull her into his arms, but knows it needs to wait until they finish. He is about to start the final ten swats when he looks up to see the other four occupants of the room filing out the back door, closing it quietly behind them, leaving Hallie and Troy alone for the first time in six weeks.

This is no longer Father Henry’s punishment. The clergyman’s departure tells Troy this is now a matter between an HoH and his TiH, that is if Hallie will still have him. He knows what he needs to do.

Stepping close to Hallie, he reaches out to hook his fingers into the elastic of her waistband before slowly pulling her panties down to her knees.

“Whoa! What are you doing? I thought this was supposed to be over my panties!”

Troy grabs hold of the thick curtain next, pulling it away from Hallie’s body exposing her beautiful blonde hair dragging onto the floor as her head is bowed towards her restrained wrists. When Troy begins to kneed the pink flesh of her bottom with his warm hand, she tries to flinch away.

“Now, is that any way for a taken-in-hand to behave for her head of the household? I told you, baby. Your punishments will always be on the bare.”

A choked cry fills the room. “Troy? Oh my God, is that you?”

“Yes, honey. If it makes you feel better, we’ve been set up. I didn’t know it was you until about three minutes ago.”

“Oh please, untie me! I need to see you. I need to hold you. Oh God, Troy, I have so much to tell you.”

“Oh Hallie, me too, baby, but I’m afraid a deal is a deal. I think we need to finish the last ten before we can put this behind us and move on, don’t you?”

She doesn’t answer with words. Only a forlorn sigh.

Troy interrupts his massage to her ass with a sharp spank with his right palm. “Tell me Hallie. Why did you act the way you did that last night together? I have to know. I’ve wracked my brains trying to figure it out.”

“I thought you were moving back to Washington DC to be with Victoria.”

“Who the hell told you that?”

“Victoria! She called on your cell phone while I was in the bathroom. I answered it and she told me she was expecting you in DC that next week. I thought you’d lied to me and were planning on moving away. In fact, why are you here now, Troy? Why aren’t you in DC?”

“Why? Well for starters because Victoria is a raving lunatic who is currently in the brig awaiting her court-martial proceedings after sabotaging our team’s project in a misguided attempt to get me to move back to Washington.”

“Wait. She was lying?”

“Of course, she was lying, Hallie. I loved…no… I love you. I couldn’t wait to tell you I had plans to move to Eagle’s Pass.”

“Troy, let me up. I need to see your eyes.”

“Nope. Not yet. I kind of like this. You can’t possibly get up and run out without so much as an explanation or a fucking clue what the hell was going through that pretty brain of yours. I think I’ll keep you just like this until I get the answers I need.”

“Oh God. Please. I really am sorry.”

“Me too, baby. I should have fought for you harder and not taken no for an answer.”

“We really messed this up, didn’t we?”

“Yes, we both did, but I think I know just the thing to get everything fixed up.”

Hallie can’t see his face, but if she could, she would have seen him steeling himself to complete her punishment.

Troy brings the wooden paddle down to Hallie’s bare, spankable ass right down the middle, spreading real fire across both cheeks. “Owie, Troy! Please!”

The seventeenth strike is lower, and the eighteenth connects with her tender sit spot. Hallie is trying to wiggle out of her restraints, but they hold firm. Troy delivers two more strong paddles to her beautiful ass before throwing the punishment device to the floor and rushing to release Hallie. There is no way he can deliver the final five swats when he knows he has to share some of the blame for the mess they both made of things.

Even once the restraints are removed, Hallie remains draped over the leather bench crying. Troy gently lifts her into his arms, sinking to the floor to cradle her tightly in his arms as he comforts her. “Shhh, baby. It’s all over now. You did so good for your first punishment.”

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