The forked leather strap delivered an unforgiving sting that had Samantha instantly questioning her decisions. It felt as if flames were racing across her bottom. Could she really do this fourteen more times? Or should she blurt her safeword and leave the nursery forever?
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The sound was jarring. But the impact was far more so. Her knees knocked. Samantha’s neck muscles bulged as she gritted her teeth.
This was every bit as dreadful as she’d anticipated. Perhaps even more so.
She tried to emotionally relocate; to shift her thoughts to anything but the present moment and what she was experiencing.
The mall. That wonderful date she’d had last night. The fact that she’d finally eaten at Musso and Frank’s. The excitement of going to the Guard’s mansion this evening.
None of it worked.
The pain intensified as Kendrick delivered blow after excruciating blow.
She lost count of how many swats she’d already received. That was a good thing, she supposed. It was better not to know how many were left.
Whatever the number, it was too large, that was for sure.
Apparently, ignorance was not a luxury they would afford her.
“Only three more,” Kendrick announced after a few moments.
Onlythree more?she thought to herself.That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one whose bottom is freaking on fire!
It seemed as if the spanking had gone on for an eternity. She could only imagine how striped and red her bottom must be.
This was absolutely the worst physical pain she’d ever endured.
And Kendrick wasn’t of a mind to let her off easy now, it seemed. Because he dragged those three swats out, spacing them apart to where she anticipated each one. They were just far enough away from each other to keep her bottom from going numb. So she felt each blow in all its painful glory.
By the time the spanking was over, she was bawling her eyes out.
It was Auntie Athena who wrapped her up in a tight hug.
“There, there, little girl. It’s okay. The spanking is over now. Shhh.”
They swayed for a moment. The affection felt good, but Samantha couldn’t help but wish she was in Kendrick’s arms.
Maybe her night would end that way… sans the spanking, of course.
Those comforting thoughts faded from her mind as she realized that the spanking was over, but the discipline was not.
A diaper was in her future. And as Auntie held her hand and led her from the discipline room down one floor and to the nursery, she realized it was happening sooner rather than later.
Chapter Eighteen
Samantha kept her face covered, as if that somehow made the experience of being diapered less humiliating.
Lying atop the adult-sized changing table, she kept still as Auntie sent a poof of powder between her legs and gently moved it around, distributing equally.
Auntie’s touch would have been comforting had it not been for the awful embarrassing circumstances in which they were occurring.
“The rules are, little girl,” Athena said as she went about her work, “when you are being disciplined in diapers you have to use said diapers. That means no pulling them down to use the big girl potty. All bathroom privileges are revoked for the remainder of your stay today. Is that understood, sweetie?”
Samantha nodded.
“Not good enough, honey.”
