Page 114 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Kendra, I gave you multiple options aside from the board games. You could have read books I know you like.” He drew a leather strap over her back and secured her even more tightly. “We could have watched a movie, or just cuddled in bed and talked. What did you do instead?”

“I—”

“You chose to get demanding and snarky when I wouldn’t let you have your way. Do you remember what that’s called?”

“Bratting,” she muttered, hating that he was right. There had been no reason for her to get so snippy with him when she was quite capable of negotiation. She couldn’t even blame it on being tired or hangry. He’d solved both those problems already.

“Louder.” He rubbed her ass with the paddle. “I want you to say you’re sorry for being a brat.”

“I’m sorry for being a brat, sir.”

“Good girl. Thank you.” He leaned closer and his breath wafted over her ear as he added, “These are in addition to your total, so don’t bother to count, but you know what to say if it gets to be too much.”

“And then what?”

He chuckled softly and tapped her butt with the paddle. “And then I fuck your ass just like I promised.”

Instead of letting her answer, he lifted the paddle high and brought it down on her backside. The concussive sound shocked her almost as much as the breath-stealing pain radiating from her skin. Worse, he wasn’t even trying to avoid where he’d already spanked her, but he added several strokes to her upper thighs too.

She tried to hold back her tears, knowing she could have made better choices. Mark wasn’t unreasonable, and the weekend would have been fun if she’d just given it a chance.

But no. She’d just had to fuck around and find out.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Even if he’d asked her to, the blows came too quickly to count, and she soon lost track of how many times the paddle fell against her bottom and thighs.

“Mark, please! I’m sorry!” The sobs she’d been trying to hold inside broke free, but she wasn’t crying because it hurt, although it did. Her tears were for disappointing them both.

To her surprise, he let the paddle fall to the floor and rubbed her blistered bottom. “There’s my good girl,” he crooned. “What is your color?”

“G-green, sir.”

She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper behind her, but it didn’t make sense until she felt the head of his cock against her asshole. Fresh tears welled, but she kept them silent as he carefully eased himself into her back passage.

Despite his promise to fuck her hard, he was oddly gentle and soon the heat from her punished bottom moved into her core. She tried to flex her hips in a vain attempt to deepen his thrusts, but he chuckled and slowed down even more. Clenching her fists, she whined and tried to break free of her bonds, but she couldn’t move a single inch.

Leaning down, he brushed a kiss over her shoulder. “When I said you weren’t going to get to come, I meant it.”

Chapter Six

Mark

“Mark, please! I need—”

“What did I tell you would happen, Kendra?” He thrust into her, making her shudder and cry out. “Do you remember?”

“Yes, you…” She gasped and tried to press her hips against him. “You said I wouldn’t get an orgasm.”

“And you thought I’d change my mind?” He tightened his fingers on her punished bottom and she whimpered. “But you can say red or yellow if you need to, honey.”

“No! I… I’m green.”

He almost wished she had said a safe word. He’d hated having to punish Kendra and fucking her without getting to see her come was unsatisfying at best, but she had to trust that he’d keep his promises.

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