Page 84 of Mob Bride

“Shane, that’s not—I’m sorry, that—” She finishes with a frustrated exhale. “That wasn’t what I meant, Shane. I didn’t mean to compare this to your work. I don’t see it that way. I only meant you do things with care, and you’re thoughtful about them.”

I relax. I believe she simply misspoke. To somebody else, it wouldn’t matter so much. It’s just the umpteenth reminder our situation is so different from a normal couple’s.

“I’m going to give you ten spanks on each side. You’re going to count them.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I squeeze her arse and shake it within my palm.

“Such a fine little arse for my hand, and such a pretty little pussy for my fingers.”

I slide them between her pussy lips and dip my middle and ring finger into her. She’s already wet.

“This isn’t for your enjoyment,cailín.”

“I know, but this happens anytime I’m around you. I can’t help it.”

I slide my fingers back between her arse cheeks and tap the rosebud.

“This is mine, too.”

“I know, and I want that. Can I have that today?”

“You think you’re going to receive pleasure after your punishment? I might edge you, but you won’t come.”

“I get that. It’s not for my sake that I want to have it.”

My hand lets go of her arse and runs up and down her back between her shoulder blades to the small of her back. Then I squeeze each shoulder, my thumb rubbing knots against her neck.

“I never want you to feel you have to make restitution after a punishment. This isn’t a true D/s relationship. This isn’t about you making amends to me, so I can prove I’m in control of you or to prove you’re willing to submit to me. This is purely about you understanding I won’t accept you putting yourself in danger.”

“I understand, but I also want you to recognize the level of trust I have for you and my commitment to us.”

“Thank you,cailín. Put your hands on the floor or grab my ankle if you don’t think you can keep from reaching back. If I catch your hands, I will hurt you. That’s the last thing I want. I will find an entirely different way to punish you if you do.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I love how she calls me that when she’s being playful, and I love when she calls me that when she’s being affectionate. But it tugs at my heart when it’s said in fear and she needs reassurance, or when it’s said in contrition. I hate having any emotional distance between us when things are so fragile. I don’t know where my emotions lie on the spectrum of feelings, but I know despite the difficulties we’re having right now, I respect her strength and her courage. I respect her loyalty and dedication, and I’m beyond physically attracted to her.

I lift my hand and bring it down on her left arse cheek. The sound fills the room.

“One.”

I spank her on her other arse cheek.

“Two.”

I rain down two in quick succession, so it feels like one.

“Three, four.” Her voice wavers.

I spank the underside of her left arse cheek.

“Five.”

I spank it again.

“Six.”

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