Page 31 of Cutter

Food? How can he be hungry at a time like this?

Three sharp whacks stopped her thoughts.

“One, two, three,” she responded immediately.

Two more blows followed, one to each cheek. The burn in her ass was rising. Spanking had lost its mysterious appeal. This wasn’t funny anymore.

“Four. Five.”

“Hesitation ain’t allowed,” he grumbled, striking four blows to her upper thighs.

“Yes, Daddy. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.”

“Good girl. Six more, and you’re done.”

Six?The way her cheeks felt, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a month. And yet, in the middle of the burning pain, her clit twitched and her core spasmed. Emily didn’t have to check to know she was dripping wet.

Three blows came with enough of a pause for her to number them out loud, then he added the final three.

Sighing, she relaxed, feeling like a wet noodle draped over his thighs. But the relaxation didn’t last. Frustration rose instead. He wasn’t touching her where she wanted to be touched. She’d been certain the spanking would’ve led to intimate explorations on his side and fun erotic activities. Maybe she’d seen a climax in her near future?

Another long minute passed, and still, he did nothing.

Finally, he spoke. “Let me help you stand.”

What? Is this it? Is it over?

Slipping an arm under her shoulders, he brought her upright and to her feet. When Emily faced him, she knew better than to glare or give him an accusing look. Not unless she wanted another ass-burning session. Meanwhile, calm as you please, Cutter held the romper open so she could step into the legs. Once she did, he turned her around, then zipped her up.

Emily almost wept with pent-up desire and need.

“You expected more. I know. But this was your first punishment, not play.” His voice was so deep, she got shivers. “You disrespected me, even after I warned you. Daddies don’t reward bratty behavior. Do you understand?” He clasped her arms. “If you have a naughty desire or wish to explore a kink, tell me straight. I want to please you. But acting out like a spoiled child will get you disciplined.”

“But I have…” She’d reached the edge of the shore and was desperate to cross over. Make her desires known to him. Self-consciousness and shyness paralyzed her.

“Speak, kitten.” He caressed her arms. “It’s okay.”

“I—I have… I have difficulty expressing myself.”

Standing, he touched the tip of her nose. “Yeah. I get it. We’ll work on that. Together, we’ll figure out signals or cue words to help you. Remember, I’m a strict Daddy. I’ll dote on you in every possible way, but I won’t tolerate disrespect or brattiness of any kind. Some Daddies think it’s cute or sexy. I don’t. Ever. There’s nothing more annoying than a spoiled, whiny girl.”

“I’ll do my best,” she said. “It’s not easy.”

“Breaking old habits is tough. I’ll help you. We’ll do it together. Take baby steps.” Cutter picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV. “What do you like to watch?”

Emily shrugged. “I prefer superhero movies to regular TV. I’ve a channel subscription.”

“Which channel is it?”

“This one.” She tapped the number, and the screen tuned in to her favorite station. “But don’t you want me to help you in the kitchen? I’m a decent cook.”

“I want you to sit.” He chuckled. “Maybe lean sideways and relax. Yesterday and today have been hard on you. Your Daddy is gonna take care of dinner and feed you. If I need something, I’ll call. But I know my way around the kitchen without a problem. I’m a great cook.”

“Okay.” As Cutter disappeared in her kitchen, Emily sat one careful inch at a time, leaning mostly on her side. The bastard had known her ass would be hot and sore.

Taking stock of the past twenty-four hours or so, she stared at the flashing screen without registering the scenes. This was another first. In her adult life, no one had ever cooked for her. Dennis hadn’t believed in that aspect of ageplay. The way he saw it, she was a grown-up and could damned well cook for him whenever he decided to show up. In retrospect, he’d only been a pretend Caretaker, not a real Daddy. He’d simply enjoyed some of the perks of ageplay as long as he didn’t have to overextend himself.

Selfish bastard.

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