Sam ignored my protests and made quick work of my pants. I hadn’t gotten around to putting on panties and a bra. A wave of heat flushed over me at the thought of my bare skin exposed. He’d never spanked me bare before! Sam’s hand came down with a loud crack against my cold skin, and I yelped.
“Ouch!” I jumped as two more slaps hit each cheek. The speed of the slaps increased and I wiggled trying to escape his onslaught. “Oh! I believe you!”
“You knew the consequences. I told you as much before you danced out into the snow,” he muttered while pausing to rub each side of my bottom. “You wanted a reaction, and now you’ve got one.”
“Sam—”
His hand met my bottom firmly as he continued scolding me. “You knew what you were doing. You have your safeword and your colors. Settle in.”
“You think I wanted you to spank me?” I reached back to grab Sam’s hand and glanced awkwardly over my shoulder. “Seriously?”
“Didn’t you?” He tugged his hand free and pinned mine behind my back. “Because I told you exactly what I would do, and you challenged me anyway.”
“Not like this.” I felt a twinge run up my neck and settled myself back into position. Luckily it was my non-stitched up arm, but I was certain Sam wouldn’t make that mistake. I heard the unmistakable clank of a buckle and cringed. His belt was no picnic when I was clothed, and now that I was bare, I’d be lucky if I could sit for the wedding. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually do it.”
“After this, I hope you remember that I will. Now, how many do you think you earned with that dangerous romp out into the freezing cold?”
Sam had always been about the lesson, and I wondered if he recalled how much harder I used to be on myself. Today, though, I didn’t feel like I deserved any additional ones.
“Dangerous is an exaggeration, so I haven’t earned any,” I stated firmly as if I could win this discussion. He snorted under his breath, the half amused, mostly not amused sound he did when he was attempting to be stern.
“Wrong answer.” He released my hand, then shifted me off his lap so he could stand up. “Swing your legs this way, and raise your butt up.”
I hurriedly complied, moving myself along the cushions. I caught a brief glimpse of a smile as I got into the position he’d indicated. Some part of him knew how badly I wanted, no,neededa correction.
His correction.
“You’ll get ten, baby. Count them.”
“On each side?” I panicked for a moment, but his fingertips traced down over the curve of my ass as he shushed me.
“Total. Five for not listening, and five to answer the question that’s been fluttering around in your head. I’m paying attention, Mickie. This is my response, like you agreed to. If you change your mind after this? Then we need to have another conversation.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“I’m sure you’ll feel differently in about fifteen minutes.” Sam moved his hand. “Count.”
“One.”
The first stroke bit against my right cheek, and I hissed. It stung badly on my already tender skin, but I blew my breath out and continued.
“Two.”
“Slower.”
The second stripe bit into my left cheek. I hissed in pain trying to stay quiet, but it was difficult when the sting ached. “Three.”
He switched back to my right side, and the stroke fell near my sit spots.
I yelped. “Four.” I focused on breathing as the strap targeted my left side. I took another breath, but it turned into a sob as I choked out, “Five.”
The leather licked across both cheeks. It hurt but not as much as the last few.
“Breathe, Mikayla. Tell me what color you’re at, babygirl.”
“Uh, it’s not green, but I’m not at yellow yet, Sir,” I managed to explain. I’d never liked his belt, but it was the reaction I’d been seeking. I wanted the burn, though it wasn’t pleasant during the spanking, later it would fade into a reminder everytime I sat down. That Sam was paying attention. That he was keeping a close eye on me.
“If that changes you need to tell me. Am I understood?”
