"How's your bottom? Still sore?"
"A little. But it's a good reminder."
"Of what?"
"Of who I belong to. Of what happens when I don't take care of myself. Of how much you love me."
His expression softens. "I do love you. So fucking much."
"I love you too, Daddy."
He tosses the washcloth aside and climbs back into bed, pulling me against his chest.
I wince slightly as my sore bottom makes contact with the bed.
"Want to lie on your stomach?" he offers.
"No. I want to be close to you like this."
"Okay, baby girl. Whatever you need."
We lie there in comfortable silence, and I trace patterns on his chest.
"Was it weird? Having sex right after discipline?" I ask him.
"Weird how?"
"I don't know. Does it seem like mixed signals? Like a reward for bad behavior?"
"No. Because discipline and intimacy serve different purposes." His hand strokes my back. "Discipline corrects behavior and helps you process guilt. Intimacy reinforces our connection and shows you that you're loved even after correction. They're both important parts of our dynamic."
"So, it's normal? What we just did?" In some of my books the Daddies never give pleasure after discipline.
"Completely normal. A lot of D/s couples find that the vulnerability of discipline creates intimacy. The emotional rawness makes physical connection more intense." He pauses. "Did it bother you? Was it too much?"
"No. It was perfect. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't... I don't know. Doing it wrong."
"Baby girl, there's no wrong way to do this as long as we're both getting what we need. And I definitely got what I needed."
I laugh despite myself. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Having you completely open and vulnerable like that? Trusting me enough to take both discipline and pleasure from me?" His arms tighten around me. "That's everything to me."
"I do trust you. Completely."
"I know. And I'll never abuse that trust. Never."
CHAPTER 9
The next morning, I wake up sore but settled. Tyler's already up, making me breakfast again.
"Morning, sleepy girl," he says when I shuffle into the kitchen. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore. But good."
"Good sore or bad sore?"
"Good sore. Like a reminder."Of the spanking and the way you rode my pussy into submission.
