Page 81 of Disciplining Dana

She savored the shiver that electrified her. “Well… maybe.”

Kurt chuckled as he stepped back. “This is neither discipline, nor punishment, and you know it. What this is, is pleasure. For the both of us.”

“Mmm,” she purred. “If you say so…”

He chuckled. “I swear, you seem to grow brattier by the day.”

“Thank you for noticing, sir.”

“Not that I’m complaining, mind you,” he went on. “It simply reinforces how much I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Well, I might enjoy it, too,” Dana shot back, “if you actually started.”

She expected a retort to her snark. Instead…

FUCK!

Kurt’s hand came down hard on her ass. Fire blossomed across her butt cheek, the shock of the smack almost as painful as the physical burn from his palm.

“One, sir!”

“Oh, no, no, no. No need to call it out. That was a warm-up. A little appetizer for the main course yet to come.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that,” she groaned.

“Would you like another?”

“No thank?—”

But he wasn’t listening, and the krak of his hand on her flesh ripped a cry out of her.

“Anngh!”

“Still feeling saucy?”

“Still waiting for you to begin.”

“As you wish.”

Another swat landed, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and by the tenth, the cry had turned to a scream of pain mixed with ecstasy.

“Such a good, good girl,” Kurt crooned, gently massaging her ass. The swirl of his palm stung, but in a way that made Dana arch backward, greedy for more of his touch.

“So, I know earlier I said I wasn’t disciplining or punishing you tonight, but… were you being a brat today?”

“You know the answer to that,” she replied. “Of course I was.”

“You like being a brat, don’t you?”

“For God’s sake, Kurt, what the fuck do you think?”

He laughed. “What do I think? I think you enjoy being a brat because it’s another way of exercising control. And you like control, Dana. I know you’re a submissive, but it occurs to me that submission isn’t about giving up all control, but about choosing when and where you do. Being a brat flaunts that notion. It tells a Dom ‘see, if I really wanted to, I could make you dance to my tune. So, I’m going to press your buttons until I’ve proven my point, and then I’ll let you take over so we both get what we want’. It’s a symbiotic relationship, isn’t it?”

Dana groaned. “Is this a Dom thing? Because, seriously, I’d really rather you go back to spanking me than continue to mansplain submission and being a brat.”

Kurt chuckled. “And my point is proven.”

Dana started to retort, but before she could, Kurt brought his hand down again. Ten more swats and she was gulping in air, tears staining her face, her ass an inferno.

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