Not a promise.
A warning.
And God help me, I couldn’t look away.
“There are two different types of spankings—one for pleasure, which you have experience.”He let the words settle before continuing.
I watched as he reached into a drawer.
A leather strap.
My throat tightened.
“And then there are spankings for disobedience,” Creed said, his voice low and measured.“For lying to me.”
Silence.
“Which you will now experience.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
The words tasted different now.
Heavier.
He stepped closer, his presence immediate and unavoidable.
“Do you understand why?”
I hesitated.
The easy answer rose first.
I pushed it down.
“I understand,” I said finally.“I broke your trust.”
His gaze sharpened, just slightly.
“Say it,correctly.”
“I broke your trust, Sir,” I corrected, my voice steadier now.“By deciding for you instead of trusting you.”
He nodded once.“Ten strokes with the strap.I—”
“Make it twenty.”The words left my mouth before I could soften them.
Not bargaining.
Choosing cost.
His gaze flickered.
“Please, Sir.I deserve twenty.”
I didn’t look away.
Didn’t beg.
