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“Do I need to add more strikes, Doc?” I ask, pausing just two away from the initial ten hits I’d planned.

He shakes his head immediately. “No, I’m sorry, Daddy. It…it just feels so good and hard at the same time.”

I make a sympathetic noise. “I know, boy. You’re doing so good. Just a little more and then I’ll hold you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Brace yourself now,” I warn. Taking a step to the side, I adjust my grip on the leather and then crack it against his ass.

Doc shouts and whines but he doesn’t make a move, even as the bottom of his ass and tops of his thighs bloom fire engine red.

“One more,” I promise, right before delivering that final blow.

Doc doesn’t make a sound, though his entire body quivers long after the shock of the strike should have reverberated through his body.

Dropping the belt to the floor, I climb onto the bed and tug at him, encouraging him further up the mattress and into my lap. His arms wrap around my waist and he buries his face in my stomach, tears soaking into my shirt.

“Shhh,” I soothe. Gently, I run my hands through his hair and down his back. “It’s over now, sweet boy. You’re okay. It’s over and all’s been forgiven.”

“Daddy,” he whines.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper.

His arms tighten around me for a moment before he lifts his head and I meet his tear-filled eyes, the cognac color almost a shining gold.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

I brush my fingers through his hair. “It wasn’t too much?”

“Oh, I won’t be able to sit for days,” he replies in a broken voice. “But it was perfect, just what I needed. And thank God you put the cage on before you spanked me, otherwise you’d have to do it all over again.”

I laugh, relief flowing through me. Even though I had his consent, and we were both aware of what was going to happen and the risks, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t terrifying on my end.The first scene was just a taste of what we could have together; this was so much more.

There’s a difference between thinking about being bent over and whipped and having it actually happen to you. Every person responds differently, and as sure as I was that this is something Doc needed, I can’t lie that I wasn’t nervous I’d fuck up somehow along the way.

I’m confident in my abilities as a Dom, and I know how to wield every toy in my arsenal. That doesn’t mean every time is going to go as I expect.

Having Doc in my lap now, those bright eyes on me, and a soft, serene smile on his lips, goes a long way in easing any worry I had.

I’m so far gone for you, I think as we continue to stare at one another. The thought isn’t as jarring as it should be. After all, we’ve known each other for a few weeks, but have only started this relationship recently. Yet…when you know, you know. There’s so much we have to discover about one another, and I can’t wait to do so.

I won’t voice my thoughts, not now and not anytime soon. I need time to sit with them, time to see where this thing between us goes; but I am falling hard and fast for the man in my arms, and I don’t want to stop it.

“Daddy,” he whispers.

“Yes?”

“What’s the second thing you have for me?”

I grin at him. “You’re not too tired and sore?”

He shakes his head. “No, I want it all.”

Lifting my hips, I draw his attention to my half-hard cock. “I’ll let you guess.”

Doc’s lips part and his eyes darken a little. “Does it involve your dick and the crop you laid out on the bed?”

I tug at his hair, making him arch his neck a little, which earns a little moan from him. “Yes, yes it does. Are you still up for it?”

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