Page 56 of Impressing Brett

“Red works. If it’s too much for you, or you aren’t getting the benefit you’re hoping for, or you’re unable to focus on the spanking, you will stop me. Just say red. I will never be able to ensure your safety if I don’t think you will safe out if needed.”

“Okay. I will.” I bring my palm to his cheek, set my forehead against his, and inhale deeply. I love his scent. I’m going to miss it the most when this thing ends between us. It’s like his pheromones or something. They call to me on a primal level, as if we’re destined to be attracted to each other on some strange cosmic level.

I shake the thoughts from my mind. None of that is true. I’m just grasping at straws. I’m not the kind of person to believe in any of that woo-woo stuff.

Brett slides off the bed, grabs a few pillows, and piles them on the edge of the mattress. He pats the spot. “Lie on your tummy over these pillows, Lacy.”

I crawl over and lie down, trying to breathe easily. This isn’t going to be like the last time he spanked me over his lap. It feels different.

He pulls my leggings and panties over my butt and drags them to my knees. When he palms my bottom, I take a deep breath.

“I’m going to spank you harder than last time, Lacy. It’s meant to help relieve your stress. But you must communicate with me if it’s not working. You can use yellow if you want me to slow down or take a break. Red if you hate it.”

“Okay,” I murmur. I just want him to get on with it and stop talking.

Finally, he lifts his hand, and the first swat lands on my right cheek. The next follows quickly behind it on my left cheek. After palming my butt for a moment, he continues.

It only takes me half a minute to slide into a strange space in my head. It’s like I separate from my body, from my problems, from the world, from reality. I’m floating. There is nothing except the spanking. Everything else disappears.

It’s so refreshing. With every swat, I slide farther out of my body. The tension I’ve been carrying around for hours eases. My shoulders relax. My fists unclench. My body melts into the bed.

God, it feels good. His touch is just right. Soothing, rhythmic, exonerating.

He picks up the pace and the pressure, spanking me harder.

I moan as my body absorbs every touch, enjoying the contact. It’s life-affirming in an odd way. I love it. I want more.

When he stops, I turn my head toward him and meet his gaze. “Don’t stop.”

“Okay, baby. I’m just checking on you. You sure?”

I nod. “Yes. Please.”

As soon as he starts again, I sink back into the special place. It’s in another dimension. Like I’m here in this room, but not. It’s the same place, but not this day or something. It’s a parallel universe. Brett is here with me, but we’re not the same people. It’s like I’m watching a different path we might have taken together in a different continuum.

My butt is burning, and Brett doesn’t stop until right before I’m about to wince. It’s as if he senses I’ve had all I can take and knows precisely when to stop.

Both of his hands are on me, one on the small of my back and one on the backs of my knees.

My butt is on fire, the burn so delicious.

“Do you want to feel the burn, Lacy? Or do you want me to rub it?”

“Leave it,” I murmur, surprising myself. It’s dragging out the effect. If he touches my heated skin, it will ease the pain. I like the pain.

“You did so well, baby. I know that has to hurt.”

I start to cry. It shocks me. I was fine one second, and the next, my tears are falling. Hard, heavy tears with giant gasping sobs against the mattress.

Brett gently rolls me over while he lifts me. Careful to keep my heated bottom exposed between his arms, he carries me to the loveseat and sits, holding me in his lap. He pulls his T-shirt over his head with one hand and uses it to wipe the tears that keep falling down my face. “That’s a good girl. Let it all out. You’ll feel so much better after a good cry.”

I’ve cried a river tonight. I’m not sure why I have more tears or why they need an outlet. But I do, and he’s right. The pressure is lifting from my chest—along with the fear and regret and sadness and embarrassment. All of that is easing incrementally.

With a few final hiccups, I become a liquid in Brett’s arms. He’s such a good Dom and an even better Daddy Dom. What we just did will not purge him from my system. If anything, I’m clinging to him more, physically and emotionally.

It’s a dangerous slippery slope. There’s no way I can go back to the way things were between us. I’ll never be able to let myself get lost in Little space again. It was fun for a few weeks. It bit me in the ass hard. I’m stronger than this. I can and will follow acceptable social norms.

I don’t know what the future will look like for me. No matter what my bosses say tomorrow, I need to find a new job. I will always be looking over my shoulder at Earnest and Heart and worrying what they’re thinking of me.

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