Page 41 of Break Me, Daddy

“Are you learning your lesson, Ms. Legare?”

She might not need the vibrator if he kept talking to her in that deep, stern voice. Her pussy spasmed in response, and she bit her lip against a moan when the action made the vibrator press harder against her clit.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed, her voice a little breathless thanks to the need flooding her system.

“And what lesson is that?”

Shit, shit, shit. What was his made-up reason for her being here?

“Uh…”

Behind her, he sighed, and the sound was so full of disappointment her heart constricted. “Obviously I am not making as much of an impact on you as I would like, Ms. Legare. Let’s see if we can’t remedy that.”

The weight and heat of him pressed against her back as he leaned over her to grab the ruler. She swallowed hard when he tapped the wood against her bottom.

“Respect, Ms. Legare. You’re here to learn a lesson about respect. We’ll start with ten and if your attitude has not improved to my standards, we will add another ten. And we will repeat this lesson as many times as it takes. Am I understood?”

Ten. She could take ten measly swats with that little thing. “Yes, Headmaster.”

Holden let out a low humming sound, as if he didn’t quite believe her, and tapped her ass again before snapping the ruler against her nearly bare skin.

Pain, shockingly sharp and intense, tore a yelp from her throat before she could even think to stop it. Gripping the edge of the desk to keep herself in place, Frankie bounced on her toes, not caring the action gave him the opportunity to watch her ass jiggle.

“Fuck, that hurts! Not so hard!”

A large, rough hand cupped her bottom, giving it a light squeeze. When Holden spoke again, his voice was slightly different, a little softer, gentler, and she recognized he was breaking character.

“What’s your color, little siren?”

“Um.” Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, giving herself a moment to settle. To think. The pain had already faded to a delicious burn, and although she was decidedlynota fan of the stupid ruler, it was far from the worst she’d ever had. “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’ll tell me if that changes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The hand on her ass disappeared, and a moment later came another stinging swat from the ruler. Goddamn, it really did hurt. More than she’d expected it to, for as skinny as the damn thing was.

And yet, as the burn across her ass grew more intense, so did the heat between her thighs. Squeezing her legs together only made the vibrations from the toy more intense, but never intense enough to push her over the edge, and she wondered briefly if it was possible to go crazy from being denied an orgasm.

When the first ten swats had been delivered, Holden ran his hand over her heated bottom, giving it a gentle pat. “Have you learned your lesson, Ms. Legare?”

It was, she realized, his little way of giving her some control over their scene. She could meekly say yes, she’d learned her lesson and she would be more respectful in the future, and the punishment would end there.

Or, she could give some sort of snarky response, letting him know she wanted—needed—more and he would happily oblige her.

And as much as she wanted him to fuck her so she could finally get some relief, she needed something more than that. It had been so long since he’d spanked her and if she was being honest with herself, she’d been a fucking brat because she’d known he wouldn’t touch her. There was an odd little ache in her chest, a heaviness she needed him to relieve her of.

“Have you learned your lesson, Ms. Legare?” She pitched her voice down in a horrible imitation of his stern tone, and a thrill raced up her spine when he sighed.

“Again, then.”

Ten more swats, a little harder this time, making her dance on her toes as he spanked her. And again when he asked if she’d learned her lesson, she refused to give in. Over and over, he spanked her, turning her backside into an inferno of pain as her pussy clenched emptily, silently begging to be filled.

It wasn’t until he focused an entire set of ten on that sensitive spot where her ass and thighs met that she broke. Breath hitching in her chest, she dropped her forehead to the smooth wood. The ache inside her, that tightness she’d been feeling for weeks, had finally eased. Now all she wanted was him, the brutal comfort of him using her for his own pleasure before he finally cradled her in his arms and told her what a good girl she’d been for him.

As if he’d noticed the change—which, knowing him, he probably had—his tone was far more tender when he asked his question again. “Have you learned your lesson, Francesca?”

Francesca.Not ‘Ms. Legare’. They were in some odd place between play and reality, and she knew in her heart what his real question was.

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