Page 86 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

She set the belt down on the table, and rubbed small circles on his back.

He took several deep breaths and slowly relaxed

“Okay.” She patted his back. “You’re forgiven, and you can get dressed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Connor stayed bent over a few more seconds, catching his breath. The last few minutes had been surreal. After dishing out so many spankings over the years, being on the other side of things felt wrong on every level, but at the same time it felt deserved. He’d really fucked up last night, and this was a concrete way to show her that he knew he’d messed up, and that he was sorry about it. The guilt that had been swirling in his stomach since late last night was finally dissipating. But he was going to make damn sure that he never gave her cause to do this to him again.

“Are you okay?” She put her hand on his back again and rubbed back and forth.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I just need a minute.”

“Was it too harsh?” she asked, trailing her hand down to his ass, and rubbing over the stinging skin.

He tensed, but stayed still to let her touch, knowing how much he enjoyed being on the other end of the equation. “No. I hated it. It really fu… uh it really hurt. But it wasn’t too harsh. Anything less wouldn’t have driven the point home.”

She gently squeezed his right ass cheek, making him hiss. “And what was the point?”

“Proving in a physical way that we’re equals. When we’re not in the bedroom or having Little time, you’re my equal, not my submissive, and I need to treat you as such.”

“Nicely put.” She stopped squeezing and rubbed the sore skin for a few more second before letting go.

Connor pushed himself up, pulled his boxer briefs up, and kicked his pants all the way off. He turned to face her and forced himself to meet her eyes, even though it was difficult.

She smiled and opened her arms in invitation.

He pulled her into a tight hug, and buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in.

“I missed you,” she said softly against his shoulder.

“I missed you, too.” It felt amazing to have her back in his arms after such a long miserable night.

“I have the morning off. Do you want to go snuggle in bed for a little while?”

“That sounds perfect.” He nudged her away from his chest, leaned down to put an arm behind her knees, and picked her up.

“Oh!” she gasped, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold on.

He carried her to the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed, and crawled in next to her to spoon.

A contented sigh came out of her. “Now this is how I pictured spending our Friday morning together.”

“Me too. Except we were naked, and I didn’t have a sore ass.”

She chuckled. “Well, it’s easy to remedy the naked part.”

“Yeah?” he asked, not sure if she’d be ready for that after everything.

Tessica pushed herself up into a sitting position, pulled off her pajama top, and then scooted over a little to give herself room to lay down. She shucked off her pajama pants and pantiesin one move, and dropped them onto the floor. She rolled onto her side so she was facing him, and touched his shirt. “Your turn.”

He sat up to take his shirt off, grunted with discomfort and frowned. That was going to suck for days. Or at least he thought it was going to suck for days. He assumed there would be some bruising. If not, he’d be pretty damn embarrassed about his reactions. He quickly took off his shirt, socks, and underwear so he could lay back down and roll onto his side.

She put a hand on his shoulder and pulled slightly. “Lay on your stomach for me.”

Warily, he did as she asked.

“I’ll be right back.” She got up and walked into the bathroom.

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