“No. I will tell you, just not until I’m ready.”
“Fair enough,” I said, tipping my head as I fastened first one, then the next bandage. “Show me these knees.”
“I can do it, Mara.”
“Watch your tone,” I warned. “It’s my job to take care of you. Knees up.”
Jack obeyed.
“You look beautiful,” he said, stroking a finger down my side as I tended to his left knee.
“Thank you,” I said, lips curling up. “What are you going to do with these pictures we’re about to take?”
Jack smirked. “Look at them when we’re apart and remember how amazing you are.”
I looked up and stroked a finger under his chin. “You’re a lot sweeter than you pretend to be.”
He guffawed. “I’m not sweet.”
I chuckled. “Maybe not. But I’ll beat you until you are. Go bend over the bed and wait for me.”
“What?” A hint of trepidation mixed with the arousal in Jack’s eyes.
“Do I need to repeat myself, brat? I could make it hands and knees if you really want some pain.”
Jack shook his head and jumped to it, obediently bending over the bed with his face to the side.
I took my time cleaning up my First Aid station, washing my hands before picking up the wooden spoon he’d given me and slowly striding his way.
When I got to his side, I gently stroked the tip of the spoon down his spine. “What a good boy you are for me, Jack, bent over and waiting for your punishment. You know you were bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What did you do, Jack?”
“I wasn’t honest with you, ma’am.”
I slapped the wooden spoon against my hand and Jack flinched. “We need to be honest, don’t we?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry I failed you, ma’am,” Jack said, his voice muffled where he pushed his face into the bedding.
“What do you think your punishment should be, Jack?”
“I should eat your pussy and not be able to come unless you let me, ma’am.”
I let out a dark laugh. “Oh, Jackie baby, you have to earn those things.”
I watched as goosebumps erupted on Jack’s back. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Give me a color, Jack. Green if you want me to keep going. Yellow if you need to take a break and have me check on you. Red if you need me to step away entirely. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m green now, ma’am.”
“Good boy. You’re going to take this so well,” I cooed, rubbing the wooden spoon against his ass cheek. “But first, let’s get you dressed. Lift your head.”
Jack looked back, confused, but then looked relieved as I clipped the collar around his neck. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said, a very un-Jack-like reverence in his voice. “I just want to be good for you.”
“You are, Jackie. But sometimes you still slip up, and for that, we have to punish you.”
“Yes, ma’am. I deserve it,” he said, and it was hard to miss the excitement in his tone.
