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Charlie, like a lot of submissives, needed punishment to let go of things. Otherwise she beat herself up over mistakes, or, and this was more likely, her behavior would quickly spiral until he was forced to be even stricter with her. He’d learned it was better to just cut that off early and save them both the trouble.

He didn’t like punishing Charlie. Oh sure, having his naked wife wiggling over his lap while he spanked her was physically enjoyable, but the emotional turmoil that came with real punishment made it a thing to be avoided. Especially since he could have her naked and squirming for fun instead.

But it didn’t matter what he liked. It mattered what she needed.

He patted his knee. “Over, Charlie girl. Let’s get this taken care of.”

Chapter Four

She’d almost forgotten the promised appointment by the end of the day. Or rather, she’d deliberately pushed it out of her mind until he’d brought it up in the kitchen. Her stomach lurched and twisted, the way it always did when she realized she was in trouble.

Punishment was weird. Thinking about it was hot. Remembering it was a turn on too. Actually experiencing it was something else entirely.

On some level, she wanted this punishment. Not for the attitude. Honestly, that had been nothing, and Sam had seen much worse from her.

There was a little guilt about lying to him. Hiding things was one thing, telling him a made-up story right to his face was something else, and she wasn’t comfortable with that. But escalating an argument to make him storm out of the house had been a lot worse.

It was for a good cause, of course. It was to keep his surprise a secret. But despite the justification, she still felt guilty, and she couldn’t seem to set that aside. Sam would, in his usual strict Daddy way, make her pay for it later, but she really didn’t want to wait weeks until Valentine’s Day.

None of that meant she was going to take it gracefully. She stalled through dinner, she cursed and protested when he carried her off. When he told her to strip, she dragged it out as long as possible before her clothes hit the floor.

Charlie was smart enough to know that too much stalling at this stage would make things worse. It only took one warning throat clear from Sam to speed things up. When she stepped out of her jeans and underwear, he was already seated and waiting.

The rush of emotions that blew through her caused her to freeze. Wanting, needing, anxiously dreading… it was all there. “Are-Are you sure we need to do this? I mean is punishmentreallynecessary for a tiny little argument that we’re both taking blame for?”

Sam cocked his head, considering. For a moment she was hopeful that he’d change his mind, until he said, “Well, Charlie, that depends on you. Can you honestly tell me that you’re not feeling any guilt right now?”

She frowned. “It’s not really up to me. You’re just acting like it’s my choice.”

“I didn’t say it was your choice. Punishment ismydecision— that’s what you asked for. That’s how you wanted our relationship to go. Right?” He didn’t expect an answer, and he didn’t wait for one. “But if you can honestly look me in the eye and say you feel no guilt at all, then I don’t see any reason to punish you. If you can’t…” The implication was obvious.

She sighed and looked away. She’d told enough lies already; she wasn’t going to add to the list, especially since this one couldn’t be justified. Therewasstill guilt. Maybe not for what he thought, but it was there. “No, I guess I can’t say that,” she admitted finally.

He nodded. “That’s what I thought. So, no more stalling. Let’s get this over with and—” His mouth curved up to one side.“If you take it like a good girl, I might just give you a reward after.”

Does he mean what I think he means?Things low in her body tightened and her mood lifted. Usually the rule was no sexy fun after punishment. Sometimes he even made her wait a couple of days, just to let the message sink in.

If he was suggesting a suspension of that rule, then this was going to be a lot more bearable than she’d expected. “Yes, Daddy!”

She practically threw herself across his lap. Not out of eagerness for the punishment, but for what might come after. She was going to be averygood girl, if that was what it took. She wiggled to get comfortable and then said, “I’m ready.”

She felt, more than heard his laugh, as his body rumbled.

“I can see that. I guess I used the magic words. Hmm.”

“Daddy, let’s be honest. If you dropped that stupid rule about no sex after, I wouldn’t mind punishment nearly as much. I definitely wouldn’t stall.”

The laugh was more audible this time, and his rough, calloused hand settled down on her bare ass. “First of all, we don’t have a no sex rule. The rule is no orgasms for Charlie after punishment, which is a very different thing.”

Didn’t she know it. Sam didn’t believe in denying himself, just because she’d gotten in trouble. Edging and oral (for him) was one of his favorite additions. Sometimes he took her ass instead, and anal wasn’t much fun when the preparations didn’t include coming a few times.

“Second, don’t hold your breath. I have no intention of dropping that rule. The best you can hope for is the occasional exception, on account of extenuating circumstances. I messed up too, so you’re getting some mercy is all.”

She sighed and let her head drop. Her dark hair, tied up in the usual ponytail, flopped over her face to hide the scowl. She hadn’t really expected anything different, but she could dream.

Sam wasn’t one to wait, once he had her in position. And when it came to punishment, there were no slow starts or long warmups. So when his hand lifted, she had just a second to tighten her muscles and prepare for impact— which did absolutely zero to cushion the sting, but always felt like it might.

His arm swung and his hand slapped down with a stinging swat that made her yelp. One leg kicked up involuntarily, but she forced it back down without being told. She was determined to earn that reward after, no matter what.

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