body. She had been told she was beautiful before. But she’d never really believed it. Until now.
“Turn around and bend over, lean your forearms on the bed.”
Slowly, she turned and got into place, knowing her ass was completely on display. He ran his hand over her firm cheeks. “Such a sexy ass. First time I spanked you, I damn near came in my jeans.”
“You did?” She gaped at him over her shoulder.
“Hell yes.”
“I wished you would stop,” she told him. “And I hoped that you wouldn’t.”
“Why is that?”
“It was starting to tear through those walls inside me. The pain was allowing me to let go of the tight control of my emotions. Which kind of scared me. I had learned to keep myself locked down tight and you were smashing my barriers.”
“You needed a good cry.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You’re gonna get that now.”
Yep, she figured she was. She let out a breath as he started with his hand first.
“Do not keep things from me, Betsy,” Ink scolded as he warmed her ass with his hand. “That is the quickest way for things to come between us and I won’t accept anything between us, understand?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, her ass already burning. How the hell would she handle the paddle? What had she been thinking?
“Don’t ever put yourself in danger again. I know I’m being a hypocrite since I agreed, but fuck, I’ve never been so God damn scared in my life. I could not fucking handle it if something happened to you. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand stopped and she hung her head, taking in deep breaths. Her ass was already throbbing.
“All right, brown eyes, time for your paddling. Remember, I’ve already forgiven you. This is so you forgive yourself.”
The paddle landed and she let out a loud cry, shocked by the burst of pain. Ow. Ow. Owie!
She danced on her feet as two more slaps of the paddle landed.
“No more! No more!”
“Are you using your safeword?”
Was she? She took stock for a second. She wasn’t ready to let go of the guilt yet, so she guessed not.
“No, Sir.”
“Do you need me to help you remain still?”
A sob rocked her body. “No, Sir.”
“Seven more.”
Two more landed quickly, one on each cheek. Fire engulfed her ass. She dropped her forehead to the bed and just tried to breathe through the pain. Two more and the dam broke. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Her body shook with her sobs. The final smacks of the paddle had her nearly screaming. When he was done, he scooped her up into his arms and lay on the bed with her on top of him, crying into his chest.
“That’s it, brown eyes. Let it all out. That’s it. I have you. I have you, baby.” He murmured to her as her cries quieted. Finally, they lay in silence. She rested her cheek on his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Empty. But it’s a good empty not a bad empty.”
“Guilt’s gone?”
“Yes, it’s gone.”
“So you don’t need another paddling?”
She shuddered. “Never again. That hurt.”
He chuckled. “That’s the point. And never say never.” He lightly rubbed her ass and she growled, trying to keep her bottom out of his reach. “Poor baby, got her butt paddled.”
Her stomach grumbled, to her shock.
“Huh, seems being paddled makes my girl hungry. Maybe we should make it an everyday occurrence.”
“Don’t even think about it!” She didn’t want him joking about it. That paddling had hurt!
He sat up then stood with her in his arms, bridal style. She clung to his shoulders as he carried her out of the bedroom. “Where are we going?”
“To get you something to eat, of course.”
“I don’t need anything.”
He just growled in response.
“At least let me get some clothes,” she protested.
“You don’t need clothes.” He somehow navigated the stairs with her in his arms and set her down on the sofa. She hissed and immediately moved onto her knees.
“I’m going to heat up the pizza,” he told her, kissing her on the top of the head.
They ate pizza while kneeling in front of the coffee table. Her naked, him with a bare chest that kept distracting her, particularly his pierced nipple.
“Keep eating,” he growled at her.
“Maybe I should get a tattoo.”
“Hmm, you’d look good with a Property of Ink tattoo on your ass.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I’m not getting that.”
“Why not? You are mine.”
“And are you going to one with my name?”
“Hell yeah, I am.” He pointed to his left arm that