“Belt for tonight.”
“All right.”
I head to my closet and pull out one of my wider ones. I fold it in half and snap it, making her tense as I approach. I wrap the buckle and leather length around my hand several times, then slap my other palm with the tail. I chose this one over a narrower one that would deliver more sting because this won’t be a quick spanking. This will diffuse the pain with a deeper impact.
Our gazes meet, and Vita nods.
“Give me your consent aloud, Vita.”
“I agree to this, Daddy.”
“What’s your safe word? We didn’t establish that the last time I spanked you.”
“Moleche.”
“What’s that?”
“Green crabs.Moleche col pienis fried green crabs with eggs. I was way too young when I learned how they’re prepared, and it scarred me for life. I absolutely hate them. I willneverask for them, certainly not that dish.”
“Okay, little one. Lie across my lap.”
I position myself on the bed and open my legs. She steps between them and leans over my left one. I pin her thighs between mine, knowing the pain will make her squirm. I don’t want to hurt her by accident. I place the belt beside me because I’ll warm her up with just my hand.
“Are you ready,chiquita?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Use your safe word if you need it. Don’t take more than you can manage because this is a punishment. If I harm you, you’ll break my trust again.”
“I know, Jandro. That entirely defeats the point. I want you to see I trust you and that you can trust me. I know you’ll observe me and watch for and ask about my limits. I won’t hide anything from you.”
I lean forward and kiss her shoulder just before I bring my hand down on her horizontal crack. She grunts and inhales, but she does nothing else. I rain down several spanks over the fleshier parts of her ass, but I keep returning to the first spot. After ten on each side, I rub my palm over her heated skin. I ease some of the burn, but only temporarily.
I wrap the belt around my hand, leaving six inches loose. I flick my wrist to deliver diagonal sharp spanks that sting. I give each cheek love, five on each. She stomps her feet and wriggles, but she never reaches back. Instead, she grips my ankle. It’s halfway through this first round with the belt that I feel her shudder. I know she’s crying, the sobs making her shoulders shake. It breaks my heart because I know she regrets her decision to drug me and escape. I don’t want her to regret the success she had with Patrick. I can separate the parts of the event and only be upset about one.
“Chiquita?”
“I’m all right, Jandro. I can do this. It hurts like a motherfucker, but keep going, please.”
I unravel the belt and fold it in half. This position will focus the pain in smaller, rigid areas that’ll intensify it compared to my hand and the single layer. I vary the blows from spanks—swinging my arm with a broader angle—to strokes—a longer swing for a heavier blow. I’m always mindful of my strength and to not overestimate what Vita can take. I’m careful not to leave welts. She’ll have a few slight bruises, but I don’t want welts as reminders.
Some might argue they’d be a deterrent, but I don’t want either of us to have an ongoing reminder. I ensure I vary where the leather lands until I’m up to twenty lashes. I toss the belt aside and give Vita a chance to breathe for a moment while I caress her burgundy-colored ass. I’m certain she believes she’s on fire with the way her entire lower half likely burns.
I help her sit with her ass cradled in the space between my legs. She sobs as her head rests on my shoulder.
“It’s done now,chiquita. We’re back to how things should be. You and me against the world.”
“You really forgive me?”
“My love is unconditional. Of course I forgive you.”
“But I?—”
“Made a shitty decision that endangered both of us, but you did it with only good intentions. We’ve returned to the equilibrium we’re finding. We both got what we needed. Now it’s time to move on.”
“Thank you, Jandro. My ass will hurt for hours, but my mind and heart are clearer.”
“Stand up.”
