Page 27 of His Love

He helped her unlace her Converse and step out of them. After unbuttoning her pants, he slid them down her legs. She obediently stepped out of them.

“I am going to give you the chance to keep your diaper on, Little one. Is that what you need to feel safer in this situation? I understand you might be feeling vulnerable and I’m okay if you need to keep them on.”

“No, Sir. You can take them off.”

Axel looked at Onyx for permission. I loved that he was including everyone in the decision-making.

“I agree,” Onyx said with a nod.

At his permission, Axel slid Emily’s diaper down her legs and folded it to set on her pants. Emily played with the hem of her shirt, but surprisingly didn’t move out of position.

“Alright, Emily. It’s going to be thirty-five for butting into business that wasn’t yours to butt into and thirty-five for not giving us space when I asked you to.”

70 spanks? Holy shit!

“I need you to understand; I am not upset that you had concerns or that you wanted to help. I am displeased about the way you went about it and the way you spoke to me. Have I ever given you a reason to feel like you couldn’t come talk to me?”

“No, Uncle Axel.”

“I also want to make sure you understand the danger you put yourself in when you wouldn’t give me the space I asked for. I will always keep you safe, but what if it had been someone else? Someone who couldn’t control their anger could have seriously hurt you.”

“Y-Yes, Uncle Axel.”

Chapter Nine

Axel

I tipped Emily over my lap and helped her position her hands around my ankles. Rubbing my hand over her bottom, I tried to get her to relax. Poor Little one was shaking like a leaf. Her bravery was admirable.

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Alright, let’s get this behind us, yeah?”

Smack. The first swat fell and covered both her cheeks. She squeaked, but didn’t break her position.

“I know that you love your friends very much, but you have to trust us to make our own decisions,” I lectured as I spanked, keeping count in my head.

“The concerns you had may have been valid, but your anger misconstrued your genuine heart and hurt your friends badly. The words you used were very unkind.”

She cried as my words sunk in.

I continued to pepper her ass with swats, working to cover as much area as possible. Soft whimpers fell from her mouth, but she continued to take my discipline like a good girl.

“You said you were worried that the consequences of my actions would cause Paisley to feel like she didn’t belong, but in reality, it was your words spoken in anger that made her feel that way.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“And your judgment of me also hurt. I am not a fuck-boy. I do engage in sexual pleasure with my play partners, but I do not go around just charming women out of their panties. It hurt that you would even consider that in your misplaced wrath. It also reflects how little you think of the women I play with,” I scolded, delivering a few extra hard smacks to her butt.

She sobbed, but again, didn’t move.

By the halfway mark, she was kicking her feet and her fingers were clutching my legs.

“You’re doing good, darlin’. I know it’s ouchie,” I soothed, hoping to get the punishment over as quickly as possible. Spanking a Little one that wasn’t mine definitely wasn’t my favorite thing to do. It was a different headspace when we were playing together at a club. At this moment, it was strictly platonic and my heart wasn’t loving it.

Smack. Smack. Smack. The swats continued to fall in time with her tears.

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