patting, encouraging a delicate shade of pink to flourish.
“If you think that’s enough, Sir.” From her tone, she didn’t think it was.
“Twenty will do to start. Let’s see how your bottom feels when you’ve taken twenty. Now, the rules of spanking are: no kicking, no swearing, no touching or protecting your ass, and instead of counting this time, I’d like you to say I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Master after every strike.” He smiled, albeit a lackluster one, when she went limp in defeat. “Break a rule and I add two more strikes to your total. Understood?”
Her head bobbed slowly. “Yes, Master Braun.”
“Good girl. Very respectful, we’re off to a pleasant start.” The pats grew harder, dusting over her butt until it glowed. Beautiful. “Are you ready, little one? Remember what to say after every one.”
Before she could reply, he brought his hand down on her left cheek. Not lightly but not full strength either. Just enough to shock her and let her know he wasn’t going to coddle her. Heat radiated through his palm with a tingle as the clap of flesh on flesh echoed.
“I-I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Master.” She stuttered weakly.
Right cheek next, followed by that sweet voice. He struck the underside of her buttocks, left then right, waiting each time for her to repeat the words that would stay with her longer than the spanking itself.
He continued with that pattern, left and right cheeks then left and right curves, intensifying the strength behind each one bit by bit. Each crack of connection made his cock jerk, and Bodie’s body quickly learned to absorb the sharp stunning pain and the warmth that ensued.
By the time he hit an even dozen, her feet were beginning to move in protest. To her credit, she hadn’t yet lifted them from the floor in defiance of his rules, but the last eight strokes might just test her control. Her fingernails were digging trenches in his calf, and her voice cracked on the twelfth blow.
Braun smoothed his hand over hot flesh. He wasn’t alarmed by the heat burning under his palm, or the flush of her skin transcending from pink blush to blooming red. There was no bruising; hell, there wasn’t even an imprint of his hand on her pretty butt. But her pussy...well, if ever there was an invitation to dive right in, it was her beautiful pussy, flowered open and gleaming wetly with arousal.
“How are you doing, little one?”
She sniffled, voice tight. “I don’t want to be a naughty girl anymore.”
He bent and kissed her between the shoulder blades. “You’re being a very good girl, Bodie. I’m proud of you. Eight more, then we’re done, but these are going to sting.”
“I might need some ice,” she mumbled.
“You might,” he agreed. “Last eight, Bodie. Strong voice if you please.”
Palm met flesh with enough force to make his hand smart and to wrench a yelp from his subbie. She bucked, almost reared upright, but he pinned her down with an arm across her lower back. She damn near spat the words at him this time through a sob.
By the sixteenth, she was openly crying, and Braun had her legs trapped between his and her wrists cuffed in his free hand at the base of her spine. She hadn’t sworn at him yet, which was a miracle in itself, and the phrase tumbled from her lips dutifully.
The last four were the hardest for both of them and not just in the force of his spanks. There were two handprints on her cheeks now, and the curves of her butt shimmered with the muted red of a good spanking.
Bodie cried as he crooned and told her how good she was, barely managing to stand upright as he eased her to unsteady feet. When he pulled her in to his arms, she planted her face in his neck and sobbed in a language he wasn’t sure any man could decipher. She crawled into him and all he could do was hold her until she calmed enough for her broken-hearted babbling to a simple repetition of, I’m sorry.
*
She couldn’t stop the tears, couldn’t stop the words, couldn’t stop the freaking burn toasting her ass. She’d thought she was stronger than this, but evidently, that was a huge miscalculation. Thank God he hadn’t taken her up on the offer of fifty—she would be disgracing herself even more than she was now, probably begging for her sanity and the welfare of her butt.
Worse, she