Page 83 of Mob Bride

I’m not sure how she’ll receive this mandate, but it’s one I suddenly feel adamant about. I never imagined being in a committed relationship, let alone considering any form of domestic discipline. But I told the truth. I don’t want to stifle her in any way, except for putting herself in danger.

“Can you live with this, Carrie?”

Her response is faster than I expect. “Yes, Daddy.”

She leans forward and takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

“I think I’ve already earned my first disciplinary spanking.”

“Do you feel you need that to clear your conscience or because you fear without it, I won’t forgive you?”

“Mostly the former, but a bit of the latter.”

“Carrie, my forgiveness will never be contingent upon a punishment. Once we’ve worked out the situation, it’s done. The punishment stands so you accept the severity of the situation you’re entering with me.”

“I understand that, Daddy. I’d still feel better right now if I got my punishment.”

“You accept a spanking?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“All right. Stand up. Drop your pants. No panties.”

I remember she put those back on earlier. I let it go. However, when she takes them off, I stick my hand out for them, and she gives them to me. I shove them into my pocket.

“These are mine now. You don’t have any others to put on, and there’s no point in ordering any when you get some clothes. I expect to find your pussy available when I wantit. Obviously, you have to wear clothes—unfortunately—but no panties anymore.”

“I like that idea.”

“You like knowing you belong to me, and I decide how and when I use your pussy?”

“Very much. Part of the reason I need the punishment is to assure me that’s still the case. I get you forgive me, but I need this reassurance after fucking up so badly.”

“You understand this goes both ways? I belong to you as much as you belong to me.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“There will be no one else for either of us.” I give her a pointed stare, and she nods.

“I doubt I have a job left. Even if I did, I don’t see how I can keep it. And if—by some divine miracle—I kept it, then there would be no more undercover work like what I did. I won’t put myself in a position to betray your trust. Not in that way or any other.”

“All right. Come here, little one.”

She stretches out across my lap, and I hook my left leg around hers to hold her in position. I’ll always be aware of my strength, but I intend this to be painful. It will hurt, but not be harmful.

“Carrie, you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.Digon.”

“All right. If this gets to be too much for you, say your safe word. The last thing I want to do is harm you.”

“I know you’d never forgive yourself if you did.”

“That’s right, and I definitely wouldn’t trust myself to do anything like this again. You know I’m not spanking you out of anger, right?”

“Yes, I know, and I don’t believe you ever would. I believe you are too methodical in what you do.”

That makes my legs tense around her. She twists her head to look up to me, her mouth wide open.

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