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“No, princess. You are never bad. You broke a rule and that was bad, but that is not you. You need to think before you act.Think about how even the smallest breaking of the rules could have consequences worse than a spanking. So try again. Why are you being punished?”

“Because I broke a rule, Sir?”

“Because you put yourself in danger.” I nodded to Lincoln.

His next ten strokes were slower, but from the sound they made, he was making each progressively harder. Her groans said she was teetering between pain and pleasure and that mix was confusing her.

“I’m sorry. So sorry. I shouldn’t have put myself in danger.”

I brushed a tear off her cheek as Lincoln continued his ministrations. It seemed our girl might enjoy the pain.

“I know you’re sorry. You are taking your punishment so well. Tell me what rule you broke and why that rule exists.”

Lincoln slowed his strikes but didn’t stop them. We were walking a fine line of pushing her into subspace which would negate everything we were attempting to accomplish.

“I wasn’t supposed to leave the house without letting you know.” She moaned and shuddered at a sharp crack of the paddle.

“Why did we make that rule? Is it because we are controlling jerks?”

“No. You are trying to keep me safe. I don’t know the area and I’m in danger.” Her voice was tinged with a tone that told me she was fighting back tears. Perfect.

It was time for the final stage of the punishment. I nodded to Lincoln, and he grabbed the last paddle and took his place.

“Ten more and you will be done. These will be the worst yet. Can you take it?”

“Yes. Please, Sirs!”

I don’t think she knew what she was pleading for, but I did. She wanted forgiveness. For permission to let go. Pain and tearswould let her release not only the guilt from getting lost, but all the pent up feelings that had been building inside her.

She screamed as the first stroke landed, and I whispered words of encouragement and love into her ear. Tears streamed down her face by the fifth blow and her body shook by the eighth. Lincoln didn’t hold back and brought the last two down in quick succession.

“All done, princess.” I comforted her as her tears continued to flow. “Good girl. You did so good for us. We’re going to keep you safe. We love you.”

“I love you too.”

Linc undid the straps and lifted her off the bench. She curled into his chest and her sobs slowed as he carried her over to a large bed. Once he had her settled sitting up against his chest, I fed her sips of water. For long minutes, we held her between us as she worked through thoughts I wished I could hear.

“How are you feeling, Zara?” I asked when it seemed like she finally had relaxed.

“I feel odd. Both heavy and light. I want to say thank you and still scream in frustration. But mostly, I want to climb on top of one of you and ride you to orgasm.”

Linc’s laugh was loud and seemed more relaxed than I’d heard him in years. Zara was good for us. We exchanged a look over her head and he shrugged. Normally orgasms were not something that went with punishments, but we both knew this wasn’t going to be a normal BDSM relationship.

A smile came to my lips as I thought of something that might work. “Maybe we could let you earn an orgasm.”

Zara raised an eyebrow and looked mischievous. “Let me guess. I pleasure you, and if I can make you come, I get to come too?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Nope. Though I’d definitely be up for that another day. Your punishment was about not following orders, so we’ll test your ability to follow directions.”

“What do I have to do?” Her eyes twinkled with excitement.

“It’s easy. You just have to stay still for ten minutes. If you move, we’ll restart the timer.”

“That will be easy, Sir. I’m in.”

Lincoln and I exchanged amused smirks. This was going to be fun.

Chapter Sixteen

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