Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,34
the party.”
“But… Can’t you just take care of me one time before we go?” she whined, playing the part of the naughty girl perfectly.
“Sorry, but all I have time for before we leave is for me to light up this milky-white bottom with a few lashes that will remind you who you belong to as you’re sitting at the wedding.”
The flick of his belt as he pulled it out of his pants made Rachel twitch, but she didn’t break her prone position. He doubted she knew she did it, but her ass started wiggling enticingly, begging him to leave welts across her butt cheeks.
The sound of the belt cracking across her smooth skin was almost as satisfying as his wife’s moan. He had zero doubt he’d married a masochist as his second lash with the leather drew a satisfied sigh instead of a cry of pain.
God I’ve missed this so much.
The third lash of his belt landed perfectly across her sit spot. Knowing she’d be sitting in the uncomfortable chairs with the other attendees, he lined up the next two fast strokes across the same line, drawing her first real whimper of pain. Her bottom was pinking up nicely, but pink wouldn’t get the job done tonight. Just in case she might start to panic at being separated with their son overnight, Derek needed to make sure she had a tangible reminder of all of the fun they were going to have in their room at the end of the night.
He laid the leather belt across her ass an even dozen times before finally stopping. He ran his palm across her heated skin, satisfied with a few blotchy red spots that had just started to raise up with welts. If he had worried he’d pushed her too hard, her desperate mew as he lowered his fingers to slide through her sopping wet pussy reminded him of just how hard his wife loved to play.
With a final crack to her ass with his flat palm, Derek reached for a paper towel as he barked his next orders. “No more granny panties for you. I decided to pack you a pair of sexy thong undies in the bag near the door. Hold your dress up so I can admire your bare ass as you go over and find the panties. We wouldn’t want the plug to fall out in the middle of the wedding reception now, would we?”
Derek got impatient as his wife moved in slow motion as she inched towards the bag. He didn’t miss her sheepish glances over her shoulder in his direction.
“What? Are you going to argue with your Daddy?”
“No. It’s just…” her voice trailed off.
After a few second stand-off he barked, “Speak. What’s wrong little girl? Was I too easy on your fanny? You need a harder spanking to get you moving faster?”
Rachel shuffled her feet adorably, looking down at the floor. His mind raced trying to figure out what she was trying to say without words.
“I just thought… if I’m going to be your baby, shouldn’t I wear a diaper? I mean what happens if I have to go potty and you can’t take me to the little girl’s room?”
Derek’s heart ached with love for the adorable, sexy, woman in front of him. How had he got so damn lucky to find her? They really did need to go, but in a split second, he knew there was no way he could pass up a chance like this.
In a flash, he scooped up his giggling wife and rushed towards the stairs, taking them two at a time. He crashed into Rachel’s nursery, carrying her straight to the changing table, careful to pull her dress up high across her breasts, making sure he wouldn’t get any baby powder or lotion on the elegant outfit. He rummaged through the basket of products on the shelf below his wife to find the cream he was looking for. Careful not to let her see the tube, he instead grabbed one of the many oversized pacifiers from the nearby shelf and held it up to her lips.
“Open up for your binkie. I want you to keep this in your mouth until we arrive at the hotel and only then will you get to be a big girl and take it out, got it?”
She nodded, her eyes shining with the relief she always felt when she turned everything over to her husband. Only after she was sucking on her binkie did Derek squirt