Page 101 of The Pakhan

After I cracked the slender wood across both ass cheeks again, she pushed up from the bed, gasping for air.

“I almost lost you,” I told her, further surprising myself. “Unacceptable.”

She was quivering, twisting back and forth but I could tell my admittance both surprised and pleased her.

“Ten more and I think you will have learned your lesson.” I brought the cane down twice more, my hand already itching from the experience.

“Oh… my… God.”

“The cane, something so small and insignificant looking can be one of the most effective methods for punishing a woman. It takes a special technique to be able to handle the powerful instrument with care. I like to think of myself as an expert.”

She threw her head over her shoulder, glaring at me through unfocused eyes. “Get on with it.”

All I had to do was lift a single finger and she darted her tongue across her bottom lip before sticking it out entirely.

The woman could always make me laugh. I caressed her welted bottom for a few seconds before doling out three on the next round.

“Fuck. Me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Beautiful women like you should never use such foul language.” I was teasing of course, something else rare for me. The draw to her was almost as powerful as the need to be dominating but when I brought the cane down again, my feelings for her overwhelmed me.

I wasn’t certain why, but it was as if the last twenty-four hours had changed everything.

Almost stumbling backward, I was more than surprised with my sudden reaction. My father had told me that I could play with women in my youth, treating them as objects with no guilt or remorse. But when I’d finally grown up, finding a woman worthy of spending the rest of my life with, the same needs would no longer apply.

This was the moment his profound thought sank in.

Yes, Caroline deserved the punishment. Hell, if things had gone differently, I could be at the point of calling her parents, telling them she’d been abducted or worse. Still, I was more than eager to get the heavy round of discipline over with.

So I did, my thoughts moving to how I would soon nurture her as the marks built on her raised bottom.

And when the deed was done, I took a deep breath, holding it in as I caressed her soft skin once again. I didn’t like the fact I suddenly felt the need to be alone, even for a little while.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back and I mean do not move. Understood?”

“Why, yes, sir. I need time to recover anyway. Sniffle. Sniffle.”

Aleksander’s words remained just in the back of my mind. Just thinking about Tonja was enough to put me in another dark place. It always did.

I headed into the bathroom, turning on only a few of the lights. After starting the water in the tub, I waited until it was the perfect temperature before placing the stopper. I stood staring at the running water as it started to fill the clawfoot tub. It had been something Tonja had insisted on. She’d liked the old-style bathtubs since she was a kid.

Exhaling, seconds later, I searched until I found bubble bath, adding a solid amount. Taking a bath together had been something my wife had introduced me to, something she’d called a truly relaxing experience.

I hadn’t run water for a bath for anyone since her death.

Since her… murder.

The few women I’d allowed inside this house had never made it to the second floor. Sighing, when the tub was just full enough, I returned to the bedroom, gathering her into my arms as I’d done before.

“Where are you taking me?” Caroline asked.

“Shush. Good things come to those who wait.”

“I’m not a patient woman. I thought you knew that by now.”

I grinned. “That’s my line.”

“So, I stole it.”

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