Page 32 of Training His Pet

Chapter Eleven

Erika’s ass blushedafter the spanking he’d already given her. Soft red blotches peppered her round, plump ass and her thighs.

Dax cleared his throat, trying to jerk his mind back to punishment, not arousal. She’d been bad, she needed correction.

But his cock hadn’t gotten so hard in years. And all he’d done was give her a light spanking.

To her, it probably hurt like hell. The first one usually did, he’d been told.

She wiggled over his lap but wasn’t trying to get away from him anymore. She was completely resolved to her fate, but still apprehension trembled her body. He could sense her fear, but he wasn’t mistaking the sweet aroma of her arousal either. She enjoyed this, even while disliking it.

He wished he could slip his fingers between her thighs and touch her, coax a soothing orgasm from her tense body. But she’d been naughty, and if he were to give into his own desire to bring her pleasure, she wouldn’t learn.

“Erika?” he asked as he doubled his belt over a second time. It wouldn’t sting as much as she feared with it so wrapped up, but it would get the message across.

“Yes?” she mumbled into the couch cushions. She sounded miserable.

He slid his hand into her hair, fisting it at her scalp and pulled her head back until her neck stretched.

“You’re going to take these, and when I’m done, you’re going to go to the corner and get on your knees. You’re going to put your hands on your head and wait for me to call you back to me. If you move from that spot before I call you, you’ll be punished again.”

She made a throaty sound when he tightened his fingers.

“Yes! I understand.”

“Good. Now, I’ll ask you again. What are you supposed to do when I give you a command?” He moved his stare down her back, along her spine, until he reached her round ass again.

“I’m supposed to obey,” she whispered with a light tremor.

He straightened out his left leg and lifted up his right knee, raising her ass higher for him.

“That’s right.” He clenched his fist in her hair and brought the belt down on her ass. He didn’t make her count. He was direct. Five lashes, no pausing, and no holding back. With the position and the wrapped-up strap, she was getting off easy—not that she probably felt like it.

Her sweet, round ass bounced with each lash. Coupled with her musical cry, it made his cock ready to burst in his pants.

He tossed the folded belt to the coffee table and rested his hand on her ass cheek, cupping the warm globe. “To the corner, pet.” He pinched her and gently shoved her from his lap.

She swiped her hand across her nose and scrambled to her feet. With her head bowed and her hair covering her face, she shuffled to the corner and lowered her body to her knees.

“Hands,” he reminded her when she leaned her forehead against the wall.

The muscles in her back stiffened. After a brief pause her hands rose to her head, and she folded them in place. He could hear her little sniffle, but he wasn’t done with her punishment. After she came to him when he called her, if she obeyed his command, he would coddle her as much as she needed.

Silent minutes ticked off with his attention still concentrated on her body, and those soft sniffles of hers.

“Okay. Come here,” he finally called her, snapping his fingers and patting his knee. Her hands fisted when she lowered them, and he almost smiled over the irritation in her glower when she turned around on her knees.

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