Barrett burst in the room, his dark eyes flashing. He looked every part his namesake: a great, growling bear—vicious and terrifying in his huge stature. She stepped quickly back, but he closed the distance between them and swept her off her feet, carrying her to the edge of the bed, where he sat and plopped her over his lap.
He began to spank her immediately, one hand tugging up her skirts, while the other already lit into her.
She tried to lie still, not wanting to further anger him, but her body had a mind of its own, jerking and wriggling under the punishing blows. By the time he had bared her bottom, the cold numbness in her buttocks had worn off, replaced by terrible, hot pins and needles.
“Ahh… ah,” she grunted. “Oh.”
“What were you thinking?” he demanded, speaking at last, but not pausing in his spanking, even for an instant.
“I didn’t know it would storm,” she protested, squeezing her eyes shut. The pins and needles were easing and now her entire bottom blazed.
“Did you ask my permission to leave the castle?”
“No, sir,” she said. Tears choked her throat, threatening to spill.
“Why not?” he demanded.
Though he’d surely seen the rabbits, she still did not want to spoil the surprise. She did not answer.
He spanked even harder, his huge hand like a wooden paddle, punishing her poor bottom with each heavy blow. “I asked, why not?” When she still did not answer, he picked her up from his lap and set her on her feet, giving her a shove toward the wall. “Stand in the corner,” he barked.
She tripped, scurrying away from him. She’d never been made to stand in a corner before, and she didn’t think it would be worse than the spanking she had just received, but it was.
“Keep your skirts lifted to show me your naughty bottom. I am not nearly through with you,” he growled.
She picked up her skirts and bowed her head, unable to stop the tears that had been threatening. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Barrett bury hishead in his hands, looking defeated. She felt even worse. She sniffed and his head jerked up, as if in surprise.
“Daisy,” he said, his voice much softer. “Come here, love.”
Fresh tears streaked her face at the endearment. He couldn’t be so angry anymore, if he called her ‘love.’ She walked to stand before him, still holding her skirts up, as he’d ordered.
“Forgive me for my temper,” he said heavily. “I was afraid for you, that’s all.” He reached out and grasped her hips, pulling her closer. “Come here. I’m sorry I scared you.”
“You didn’t scare me,” she lied.
A flick of his eyebrows showed he knew the truth. “Well,youscaredme. I forbid you to leave the castle walls without permission. Ever. Do you understand me?”
She nodded, swallowing back a fresh wave of tears. “I’m sorry, my lord.”
“I’m going to give you the worst strapping of your life.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured. She hardly cared about the punishment, although she knew it would be awful. Her only concern was to make things right between them again. What could she offer him, except four dead rabbits?
* * *
Daisy slowly lowered herself to her knees at his feet, surprising him with her humility. When she reached for his manhood, his surprise turned to shock.
He ought to stop her. It was wrong of her to try to distract him from her punishment this way, but curiosity and desire got the better of him.
She palmed his cock through his leggings, then wrestled it free. She stroked it the way he’d shown her in the bath, sliding her fist up and down his length. Her expression looked half-frightened, half-determined. Of course he would have preferred aroused or excited, but he found her actions touching, considering how difficult it was for her.
She leaned her face forward and gingerly stuck out her tongue.
His cock surged with excitement just to see her intent. He resisted the urge to grab the back of her head and thrust in like she was a serving wench. Instead, he waited, holding his breath and watching as she flicked her tongue on the rim of his penis. After a just a few such flicks, his breath grew ragged. She lifted her eyes to him, her tear-stained cheeks flushed with color.
“Take him in your mouth,” he muttered, his voice rough.
She opened her lips wider and accepted his length, looking uncertain.
