Page 154 of Axe Marks the Spot

His hands rub over my ass cheeks, playing with me again, building me up by squeezing and tickling my skin. He does it over and over until I almost sass him to get on with it, but then he taps the button on the plug. At the same time the vibration and first small thrust penetrate my tight back entrance, Sir strikes.

“One!” I cry.

“Good girl.” He taps the button on the plug again, and the thrusts in my ass become faster. I grip the blanket in my hands, and he spanks me a second time, this time harder and on the same spot as before.

“Two!”

He drags his hands over the flesh and toys with me, his finger gliding over the top of the plug before he reaches my pussy. He dips his finger inside me, and my eyes burn with an unsatisfied need.

“My eager slut, dripping for her husband’s dick already.” He spanks me a third time, and I cry out my count before he says, “Too bad you were naughty, or I’d already be balls deep inside my needy wife’s cunt.”

His palm strikes, this time in an upward movement. I hardly have the fifth count out before he spanks me again, then again, harder each time, alternating cheeks. By the time he finishes the tenth spank, I know my skin is red, and my eyes are burning with tears.

My husband pauses and admires his work, fingers tracing over the areas he hit. “Fuck, baby, I love seeing you all marked up.”

“Sir,” I whine as he taps the butt plug so it slows down, thrusting and vibrating at random intervals.

“Yes?” he asks cheekily.

“Please, I want more.”

He grips my ass cheeks, and I whimper into the mattress.

“You crave my paddle? Or do you want more of my hand?”

“Paddle, Sir. Please.” My glassy eyes observe the wooden implement that’s been lying by my head on purpose, the side that says BRAT facing me.

He picks it up and holds it to my lips. I kiss it without him needing to tell me to. I’ve learned in our years of play that it’s his way of asking for consent, even if I’m asking him to do something to me in the first place.

“Fuck, baby. I like when you ask me nicely for what you want.”

His praise fills my chest, and my fingers grip more firmly on the blanket in anticipation of the pain. There was a time, when I first became his submissive, when I wasn’t sure if I’d like the pain from a paddle, and I don’t think I would if it were administered by anyone but Dane. He always knows how to make it good for me, when I’ve had just enough or need more.

I’ve built up my tolerance and discovered that I find peace and grounding in being disciplined, which is why I’m here right now. Submitting to him and his punishment reconnects us. And like he said, it reminds me that I’m his.

“Remember, we’ll do five. No more than that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He drags his hand down my spine then over the heated skin of my ass. The plug is still thrusting and vibrating inside me at its sporadic pace.

“Relax, baby. You know it hurts more if you’re tense.”

I exhale and sink into the mattress. Not a moment later, the first strike hits my left ass cheek. Pain flares on the already sparking skin, sending pleasure to my core and tearing a cry from my lips.

“One!”

“Perfect,” Sir praises. I hardly have time to register his praise before he strikes my right cheek. My cry is hoarse as I count, and a tear slips down my face. “I love seeing what you are on your skin. My brat.” He paddles me lower this time, near where my ass and thigh meet.

My hips thrust forward, and I choke on the number three. His hand brushes down my back, and he soothes me with his praise, telling me how much he loves me and how well I’m taking his punishment.

When the fourth one hits, I sob into the mattress, releasing any and all of life’s frustrations that have built up since our last scene.

“Hush, now; you have one left. Can you take it? Can you do one more for me?”

His hand caresses my back, then trails down to my ass, tracing the letters now imprinted on my skin. I suck in a breath and surrender to the pain, surrender to his touch.

His fingers trail to my pussy and then to my clit, circling it gently. “Tell me, Lindsey. What do you want?”