Page 26 of Daddy's Mad Love

Despite myself, I felt a flutter through my core. My arousal reacted to his menace as though it was a physical caress meant to pleasure. Tears sparked in my eyes with embarrassment at my body’s betrayal. Some part of me wanted him, liked what he did to me, even though I wanted to utterly reject him.

A hand covered my bottom, and I whimpered before biting back the noise, not wanting him to hear my desire. Not that it mattered. His fingers drifted over my skin, deceptively gentle, down to my swollen folds. I squirmed when he probed the slick flesh, finding me wet and ready for him. His deep chuckle sent a hot flush of shame through me, burning my cheeks as I blushed. I ducked my head, letting the pillows take some of my weight.

“Hold yourself in position, little one. Keep your hands in front of you.”

His stern voice sent another wave of arousal through me, despite knowing he was preparing me for punishment. I gripped the sheets in front of me, waiting for whatever torment he had prepared for me.

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Jack

My beautiful wife was laid out on the bed, creamy bottom in the air, ready for my discipline. I was going to turn her ass cherry red with my hand and my belt, then fuck it. I’m sure she had some idea of what I had in store for her but not enough.

Letting her simmer and think over her actions, I stepped back from her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget her standing over me with the knife for some time to come, though I still didn’t actually feel in danger from her. Knowing she’d contemplated it was sobering, but I was heartened by the fact she’d not only hesitated, but, apparently, she’d changed her mind.

Still, a punishment was required. She’d come far too close to doing something irrevocable and putting everyone I loved in danger. My death would have started a war between the families that wouldn’t have ended until far too many people were dead. After tonight, she wouldn’t be able to think up another thoughtless plan without remembering how she’d been punished.

I turned on the lamps by the bedside to ensure I could see before going to my suitcase. Tucked in one of the pockets were the special oil and dilators I’d brought with me just in case they became necessary—though I honestly hadn’t thought I’d need them tonight, I liked to be prepared—and my oldest, supplest leather belt.

Going back to the bed, I could see her eyes were still closed, and she was panting for breath, and when I moved around to her backside, her pussy lips were swollen and slick with her juices. No matter how she might beg or plead, what she said she wanted and what her body craved were two different things.

I was going to give her what she needed.

Setting the box of dilators and oil onto the nightstand beside the bed, I watched as her eyes opened in alarm, wanting to see what I was doing. As soon as she opened her eyes, I bent over to lay the belt, looped over itself, right in front of her.

“I’m going to start with my hand, then finish with the belt,” I told her.

Her eyes locked into the strip of leather, her tongue darting out to nervously lick her lips. Seeing her little pink tongue gave me the sudden urge to feed my cock into her mouth, but seeing as she’d tried to kill me tonight, putting my cock where she could get her teeth into it didn’t seem like a particularly smart move.

Leaving the belt where it was, giving her plenty of time to contemplate what it would feel like across her backside, I moved to kneel on the bed beside her. The mattress shifted, and she squirmed in place.

“Hold still, or I’ll tie you down, and your punishment will be much worse,” I threatened. “You said you would do anything. Well, I want you to take your penance like a good girl. If you do, I’ll go lighter on you. If you don’t, I’ll tie you down and give you the full discipline you’ve really earned.”

Unsurprisingly, she froze, then a shiver went down her spine. I’m sure her fertile imagination was already thinking about all the worse things I could do to her if she didn’t fulfill her promise to let me do whatever I wanted.

Raising my hand, I brought it down hard on the center of her ass. She jerked, her legs kicking up, back arching, head tossing. To be a helpful husband, I put my hand on her lower back to help keep her in place before spanking her in earnest.

Hailey cried out, her legs kicking as I spanked her, but she didn’t reach back to cover herself. She squirmed beneath my hand, the soft glow of the lamps providing just enough light to see the rosy hue growing on her creamy skin. I enjoyed every twitch and little sob I elicited from her. My cock was hard as a rock again as I watched her ass turn bright pink.

Once it was a reasonably bright hue, I stopped. If I had only been going to spank her, or if she hadn’t been so good about taking her punishment, I would have kept going, but there was still the belt to apply. Her skin was nicely warmed up and ready for the leather.

“Good girl,” I said, patting her bottom. “That’s enough of that part.”

I could hear her little pants for breath as I leaned over to pick up the belt. She whimpered when I pulled it away from in front of her. My hand dropped down to her pussy, to check on how she was doing, not surprised when I found her even hotter and wetter than before.

Hailey

My bottom was already on fire, and he was going to use the belt on me?

Some utterly mad part of me felt a strange sense of relief, knowing I would be properly punished for almost committing—even considering—such a grievous sin as murder. I hated that part of me. I had already learned my lesson, already turned my back against the impulse, and shouldn’t enjoy being punished for it.

Even though my skin felt fiery hot, there was a matching, pulsing heat inside me, one that yearned to be quenched.

“Hold very still, and do not put your hands behind you, or I will tie you down,” Giacomo reminded me, his voice almost tender. I dropped my head down, bracing for the impact of the belt. My bottom clenched, my fists grasped the sheets in front of me, and… nothing happened.

My head came up to look behind me and see what he was waiting for, and doing so relaxed the muscles in my bottom, giving me just enough time to see the belt falling but not enough time to tense again. Pain whistled through me, and I screamed, my head whipping back around to be buried between my hands, now clinging to the mattress for dear life.

The belt was so much worse than his hand! A blazing stripe across my bottom burned and throbbed, feeling as if the pain had sunk deep into my flesh rather than remaining on the surface as the regular spanking had. A moment later, the belt cracked across my bottom again, just under the first welt, and I screamed into the mattress, my legs kicking madly, but somehow, I managed to keep my hands in place.

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