Jessica's Cowboy Daddy - Melinda Barron Page 0,6

and he slapped her ass.

“Eyes front.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. She focused on the wall, the space she always looked at when he had her in this position, which was not as often as she’d like. It seemed that usually they went to the bedroom. The crinkling of the paper bag made Jessica jerk her head in Hawk’s direction.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry, Sir.” She turned her head back to the wall, fighting the urge to see what he was pulling from the sack.

“What’s my number one rule?” he asked, and Jessica felt her stomach drop.

“To remain quiet during a punishment.” She turned to watch him, as she was sure he knew she would. She wasn’t very good at obeying sometimes.

He held a butt plug in his hand, a larger one with four bulbs on it.

“Sir, please no.”

“But I want to go through dinner watching you squirm in your seat.” He held up a bottle of lube. He’d obviously already taken off the cap. She watched as he coated the plug. Then he walked to where she waited. Jessica turned her head back to the wall. The cold lube trickled between her cheeks and over her anus.

“Cold,” she whispered.

“Then let’s warm it up.” He pressed the tip of the plug against her anus, and waited.

Jessica knew what he expected, but there was a part of her that wondered if she didn’t follow the rules tonight if he might not make her wear it. So she waited, and didn’t say anything.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” she said.

“Someone doesn’t want to play,” he said.

The disappointment in his voice was apparent, and it made her feel bad. But they’d promised at the first of their relationship to be honest with each other, and that was what she was doing. Although he was in charge, she’d hoped for something different tonight. But he was, as she’d thought earlier, in charge. He was the Master. She was the submissive.

“Forgive me, Sir,” she said. Jessica kept her gaze on the wall. She imagined him behind her, deciding what to do. He didn’t acknowledge her apology, and she gave it again.

“Position,” he said, and her heart dropped to her knees. Jessica scurried to the floor. She heard him undoing his belt. She got down on all fours, her head down on the hard tile.

“How many?” he asked.

“How ever many Sir desires,” she said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him standing there, his doubled-over belt clutched in his hand.

“We’ll go until your ass is crimson.” Even though this was a punishment spanking he started slow, the first few strikes making more noise than pain as the leather struck her upturned ass. But then it increased, the strikes making her wince and want to roll away. Tears rolled from her eyes and she started to count. Ten, twenty, thirty. On the thirty-first one he struck her thighs, hitting them harder than he’d hit her ass. When he got to sixty she groaned, and he stopped. It was sort of an unwritten rule between them.

She saw him set the belt on the table. Her ass and thighs throbbed, and to her horror he picked up the plug. He coated it with lube before he came and knelt beside her.

“Spread.”

Jessica put her hands on her pounding bottom cheeks and pulled them apart. He put the plug on her anus and waited.

“Fill me, Sir,” she said. “Claim my ass with your toy.”

She grimaced as he pressed it into her, first one bulb then the next. Hawk stopped, and Jessica sobbed a little. She didn’t particularly care to be fucked up the ass, but Hawk loved it. One time he’d fucked her up the ass, then added a small vibrator to the mix, pushing it into her butt alongside his dick. She’d cried out in pain, until he’d turned it on, and she’d come so hard she thought she would die. He’d come at the same time, and although it had set her nerves on fire, she was thrilled he’d never done it again. Still, she knew what had to happen now.

“Fill me, Sir,” she whispered.

He pulled the plug out all the way, then pushed it back in, this time past the third bulb. How many had there been? He owned an extremely large plug that had six on it, and she hated that thing. He waited once more.

Damn him.

“Please, Sir, fill me.” She waited, and he didn’t move, embarrassment surged through her. She hated to beg. He