Page 101 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

He sighed. He couldn’t change the past. He could only change the future.

She had been disrespectful. If he didn’t discipline her, she wouldn’t respect him, and she needed to respect him. After he disciplined her, he could start to fix things. But he had to start where she was, not where he wished she was.

Alex picked her up off the floor before sitting down on her bed. The undisturbed comforter made him wonder if she’d stayed with Vati last night. He pushed aside the jealousy and lay Anna across his lap.

He lifted up her shirt and rested his hand on her smooth, bare ass. She jumped. Any other time he would have enjoyed her in this position, sexy ass up in the air. He imagined all the things he could do to make her feel incredible.

But now was not the time to be thinking about that. This was the gentlest way he could imagine to correct her behavior. He’d never considered spankings in the same category as hitting other places on the body. He hoped she felt the same way.

Sucking in a deep breath, he smacked her bare ass. The sound of his hand hitting her flesh made him wince.

She stiffened and gasped. Perhaps this wasn’t as bad as she’d expected?

“Count, Anna,” he instructed softly.

“One, Master.”

He smacked her again.

“Two, Master.”

And again.

“Three, Master.” Her ass was turning a bright pink. He wanted to delve his fingers into her pussy to ease the pain, but this wasn’t for pleasure. This was real discipline, not playtime.

He continued spanking her until she reached twelve. Aside from her counts, she made no noise, though her voice started cracking at number four. By the end, her tears were hitting the side of his leg.

As soon as he made the last stroke and she announced the count, he pulled her up to cradle her in his arms. He held her tightly, feeling the tension in her body, and wondered if she had ever received comfort after being disciplined. Perhaps he was showing himself different. He rocked her and spoke words of encouragement, telling her how brave and strong she was. After a few minutes, she’d stopped crying.

Alex kissed the top of her head, amazed that she’d completely relaxed into his embrace. His father had been right.

Vati walked in a few minutes later with a small bottle of oil. Alex nodded to his father and gave him a grateful smile. Vati nodded back with a small smile and left, closing the door behind him.

He laid her on her stomach, pushing the shirt back up to expose her now very red ass, and debated the appropriateness of kissing the inflamed skin. He leaned forward and kissed her on each side, and she sighed.

Alex couldn’t understand the depth of his feelings for her at this moment. He wanted nothing more than to turn her over and make love to her. But he’d promised himself...

He uncapped the bottle and applied the oil. It was sheer torture, running his hands over her silky skin and listening to her soft sighs as his hands moved. His cock was throbbing in his jeans. He wanted her so badly it hurt.

He promised himself he’d allow the luxury of jerking off to thoughts of her as soon as he made sure she was okay.

When he finished, Alex picked her back up and cradled her in his arms again. It would be impossible for her not to feel his erection pressing into her hip, and that she said nothing about it humbled him. Perhaps his father was right. The rejection of her advances made her feel personally rejected.

He shook his head again. He’d think about that later. Right now Anna was trembling in his arms and he didn’t understand why.

He gently rocked back and forth. “Does it feel better?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“Are you cold?”

“No, Master.”

“Then why are you shaking? The discipline is over.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I don’t understand why you’re being nice to me now.”

He stopped rocking her and tipped up her chin to look into her face. “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

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