Page 151 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“So you think I feel bad because I know this deep down, and it makes things out-of-balance inside, so I feel miserable.”

Jacob nodded. “Yep.”

Sage sat for a while, cuddled in his arms. “I’m ready.”

“What?”

“I’m ready. I don’t like this feeling and want you to be with me. I want you to spank me.” She could feel his body relax.

“You sure? You want discipline for the things we talked about.”

“I don’t want it, but I can submit to your method of settling things.”

“Right, lay over my lap,” he said as she sat up, and he settled with his back against the headboard. She hesitated. Jacob took her arm, helped her over his lap, and immediately rubbed her backside. “This is the only time I’m asking for permission. From here on out, it is understood that this is our lifestyle.”

“Do I get to spank you?”

He chuckled, and it sounded so good. “No, but if I do something that risks my safety when it isn’t to take care of my family, then you can extract punishment.”

“Okay.” But she knew that wasn’t this man.

“So you agree this is our lifestyle. You have the right to a defense but no veto power.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes.”

Smack. “Fuck.”

The shock of his hand bouncing off her ass without warning forced a curse to go flying.

“No hands and no foul mouth unless you need a longer spanking. This is discipline to stop repeat offenses. I wouldn’t recommend a recurrence.”

Before she could even process the entire event, Jacob was raining down spank after spank, whaling on her backside. Some were hard, some not as intense, but all were meant to be noticed. She knew from previous discipline instances he wouldn’t stop until he was ready. Sage would just tough it out, which worked fine until the tears welled up and spilled down her cheek. Soon she was all out crying, and it had nothing to do with any sting from his hand. This is what she needed, and she gave in to it.

Soon, she was in his arms again, her tears being wiped with his thumb, and Jacob was rocking her and saying sweet nothings in her ear. Then the kissing began. Jacob’s lips kissed up the remaining tears on her cheeks, kissed her eyes and lips, and moved down, pushing her sleep shirt out of the way until he finally said, “Arms up.”

He stripped off his boxers and pulled Sage over, her hot backside straddling his legs. Sage could feel the throbbing and the heat, but not the unbearable pressure sitting on her butt on his legs would cause. Jacob always cared for her, even when he was the reason for the burn.

He played with her breasts, cupping, pinching, pulling, twisting until she almost came, but he stopped too soon for that and moved on. When she whimpered, he kissed her and spoke, his lips moving over hers.

“Hush baby, daddy knows how to make you feel good. You were so good taking your spanking. Daddy wants to reward you, but you must be quiet. It raises the intensity.” He kissed her again.

Soon he was sinking into her writhing body while she was on her hands and knees, giving him all he asked for, so ready to come she was frantic but silent.

“Such a good daddy’s girl. Time to make you come, beautiful.”

Good as his word, Jacob’s hand slipped around to the front of her, seeking her bundle of nerves. While he plunged into her repeatedly, he strummed her clit like a Spanish guitarist. Sage came hard and long. Jacob’s release crashed into him immediately after her muscles clenched around him. They fell into an exhausted sleep.

Flynn followed the women because he wouldn’t let Sage make him a laughingstock. He would get her back, no matter what it took, and it wouldn’t matter if she wanted him. She dumped him after he’d told others they would marry soon. And she’d left him for a Red Eagle, no less.

Flynn would do what was necessary to get his hands on Sage. It irritated him to no end that she was surrounded by Red Eagles. No, she was going to pay.

Those people thought they ran the whole county, but he was going to show them that they couldn’t take a man’s woman unless he was done with her. And he wasn’t done with Sage Appleton.

Chapter Six

“I’m going stir-crazy. If the guys are all doing their thing today, can’t we just go on a little picnic?”

Avery was like the old lady of the group. She always came up with a reason it wasn’t a good idea to do things against the guys. Finally, she decided that if she didn’t go, the rest might get into real trouble, or at least that was her story when she gave in.

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