I did, and he rewarded me by cradling my face in his hands. His hazel eyes, his aquiline nose, his handsome features blurred.
“We don’t have to do this,” he said.
“Yes, we do.” Somehow not going through with this discipline was worse. Not only did I deserve it, but worse, I’d let down Cole.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then get into position.”
I put my hands on the bed, stuck my bottom out as the target.
Cole ran a finger down.
“Hand first, then belt, then paddle.”
His hand clamped on the back of my neck and I steeled myself.
The blow didn’t come. Instead, his long fingers danced between my legs, strumming my clit to a fever pitch. I gasped, and writhed, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Being turned on will make this less painful,” he said. “I told you, Regina, I’m going to take care of you.”
At his words, I relaxed completely. His left hand remained at my neck as his right squeezed my bottom. He didn’t have to hold me down, but his touch made me relax. I could struggle all I wanted; he wouldn’t let me get away.
Cole started spanking me. Light at first, then building at a steady crescendo. He paid particular attention to my sit spots, but even my thighs got a few swats. After a few minutes, the swats grew harder. I ground my chest into the bed, gritting my teeth. I didn’t cry out, though. The slow buildup meant I could take the pain.
My bottom stung and felt red hot to touch by the time Cole finished the hand spanking. I wasn’t anywhere near my limit. He stopped and palmed my bottom, squeezing and releasing. The rough massage worked the sting away.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” my reply came muffled by the bed.
I heard him moving behind me and braced myself. Up next was the belt.
The first lash sliced across my bottom and I reared up off the bed.
“Back in position.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped.
“Do you want me to hold you down?” Without waiting for an answer, he put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down onto the bed.
The next blows with the belt made me jump, but I realized I could breathe through the pain. It burned and then faded.
“You’ll think twice before breaking the law again. You pull anything like that again, you’ll answer to me.”
I gasped as he laid a lash over a previous one. My hands flew back to protect my bottom, and he quickly captured them and held them in the small of my back. The next few lashes came down harder, and I realized how much he’d been holding back.
“Ow,” I cried. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re gonna be.” The belt caught my lower buttocks, blazing a trail across my sit spots.
I cursed.
“Do you need me to gag you? Swear again and I’ll get soap.”
“No.” Somehow I knew being unable to call out would make things worse. “Please. I’ll be good.”
