Page 200 of Whistle

Smack! Smack!

I groaned, the pain so piercing I could think of nothing else. He had smacked the same spot twice, and my ass was on fire.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I roared, trying to wrench up.

“I’m not done,” he said, pinning me back down and swatting my ass twice more. Then he moved down and swatted the backs of my thighs.

I whimpered and clutched the comforter as tears welled in my eyes. My ass was hot, my face was hot, and this was fucking humiliating.

Emmett was beating my ass because I was a brat.

“You’re getting a spanking because you put yourself in danger the other night by going out to a strange bar and not telling anyone where you went.” Smack! “You were hurt and mad, and instead of talking to me, you acted dangerously.” Smack!

“And do you think Daddy didn’t see the outfit you were wearing? You can wear sexy lace tops all you want. For me. You do not go to bars in sexy lingerie and drag strange men into the bathroom.” Smack. Smack. Smack.

My ass was burning, but the stinging pain had given way to deep heat, the kind that loosened my limbs and spread into my lower belly.

The erection that had started to wane was now back to stabbing Emmett impatiently.

“Did you let that man touch you?” Emmett demanded.

I didn’t answer.

Swat. Swat. “Answer your daddy when he asks you a question.”

I sobbed, the answer to the question more painful than the spanking. “Yes.”

His touch turned gentle once more, his palm smoothing over the searing skin of my tender ass. I shivered a little, the contrast between pleasure and pain such a fine, fine line.

“You let another man touch you,” he growled, his voice so unlike his touch.

“But I didn’t like it,” I hurried to say, practically sobbing. “I kneed him in the balls and ran away.”

His fingers traced circles over the small of my back. “And why didn’t you like it?”

“Because he wasn’t you.”

“Very good, baby,” he purred, and I let out a sigh, pressing my hot cheek onto the cool blanket.

“From now on, no one touches you but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I don’t care if you’re mad or jealous. You do not let anyone else touch you,” he reiterated.

I said nothing, lulled by the warm burn and soft touch.

Smack! Smack!

I arched up, crying out.

“You’re also getting this spanking because you shaved your hair and left it all over the bathroom and threw that sexy lingerie in my toilet.”

The only sound in the room for several moments was more spanking and me whining as he literally lit me up.

God, it felt good. I had no idea it would be like this… There was a sense of freedom being perched on his lap and him literally swatting out all the ugly.

It was all congested inside me, knotted up so fiercely that even when I tried, I couldn’t shake it free.

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