Page 61 of Morally Gray Daddies

“You insulted our host,” he continued.

I almost huffed at the statement. Host? What kind of host made a guest sleep in the barn? What kind of host offered items to be placed around a neck and shoved into an anus?

His boots crunching on the hay as he approached my quivering frame made me want to cry out, even though he hadn’t even touched me yet. But I was so fearful of the bite of his belt I shook in anticipation.

He pressed his palm against my naked behind and began to caress. He rubbed small circles while alternating small pats, once again petting me as he would pet a cat—his kitten. He placed the folded leather belt in front of my face then caressed it on my cheek. I could smell the dust, Erik’s manly essence, and the thick aroma of what would be the tool used for my punishment.

He was having me see it, feel it, smell it—it was pure torture.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook even harder. The buildup was too much, and I wanted him to just do it and get it over with. Now.

“It’s just a spanking, my pet,” he said softly. “No need to shake so much in fear.”

He continued to stroke my bottom, heating the surface skin in the most delightful ways. The discipline was going to hurt, and I was going to cry. There was no way I would be able to take a beating from a belt, and yet the soft touch he gave now caused me to practically… purr.

“Please don’t. I’ll clean up the mess, and I will?—”

“Lick it up off the ground?” Marx said from the distance.

The bastard. Though I might have gone onto my hands and knees to lick up every single drop if it meant no belting from Erik.

Erik traced his fingertips along the seam of my ass as he pulled apart my legs, then lowered his fingers to my pussy lips and began to pet me in a place no one other than he had before. Tingles of excitement blended with my fear, and my head spun in confusion as my body hummed in need.

Erik patted my pussy lightly before saying, “You are going to be my kitty, Maya. Which means that you don’t get to fight me. You aren’t allowed to act out like you just did.”

The crunch of his boots as he stepped back was quickly replaced with the swish of leather and the crack as it made contact with my poor behind. I didn’t cry out at first, because the shock of what just occurred had numbed the pain. My mind was not in tune with my body… yet. But when the belt’s second lash fell upon me, there was no holding back the cry. Fire seared my flesh as the punishment truly began. When the third lash rained down, I thought I might die from the pain.

“Please!” I screamed.

“You brought this upon yourself.”

The leather fell upon my flesh as I wiggled and writhed to avoid the painful wrath. My only saving grace at this point was that Erik was whipping my behind at such a steady, rapid rate, I no longer paid attention to each individual stroke. Instead, I was able to focus on my breathing as I closed my eyes and bore the discipline. As odd as it was, the spanking seemed to become easier to endure as each wallop occurred. It was as if my body was submitting, therefore the pain became less. Not that it didn’t hurt—oh, it burned like the depths of Hades. Tears ran down my face, but I no longer screamed out. I whimpered, I gasped, but I took the punishment as stoically as I could. Pain morphed into submission, and I suddenly wanted to please Erik. I wanted to be a good… kitty.

I surrendered.

I had no choice.

As if Erik could sense my complete internal obedience, the belting mercifully came to an end. Boot crunched against hay once more, and Erik was again caressing my chastened flesh.

“You held position the entire time,” he praised. “For that, I ended early. Good girl.”

I didn’t say anything, but his praise and his touch warmed my core. I had pleased him, and that knowledge gave me a sense of accomplishment I had not encountered before. My head spun with what that all meant, since the only man I had ever tried to please and make proud was my father—a feat I had learned was impossible. Nothing I did pleased the man, so hearing the praise from Erik gave me a sense of pride. I would have to remember that he valued taking a punishment without hysterics—though I wasn’t sure I would truly be able to do so every time.

My heart skipped when the realization hit me that I had just visualized another punishment. I had accepted the future with Erik. Was that even a true possibility?

“Marx, would you mind bringing me the collar and the tail?” Erik asked as he continued to run his palm over my ass.

I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see the stable ponies watching, or the hucows, or the caged kitties. I wanted privacy, and the only way I was going to get it was by keeping my eyelids sealed tightly.

Erik placed his lips to my ear, so close his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of my neck. He gave a very gentle kiss on my neck, which surprised me.

“I’m sorry I punished you for all to see, but you gave me no option,” he whispered so only I could hear.

“Here you go,” Marx said. “I gave you the tail with the smaller plug attached. I’m sure she has a tight virgin asshole. No need making her meow all night since she took her punishment like a good little kitty.”

Marx was a bastard, and I wanted to claw at his face as an angry kitty would.

I flinched when the collar touched my neck. I kept my eyes closed, so every sensation was heightened, but I couldn’t bear seeing the pity in the other women’s eyes. Erik fastened the collar as I listened to the tiny chime of the bell that hung from the front.

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