Page 61 of Jasper

His jaw is clenched, rigid with restraint, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—burn with something I can’t quite name. Not anger. Not entirely. It’s too raw for that. Too deep.

He carries me like I’m precious. Like I’m his.

Even as I fight him with everything I have.

He sits on the couch, shifting me in one firm movement until I’m lying over his lap. My stomach meets his thigh, my face pressing into the cushion. My arms scramble, legs kicking, humiliation already burning hot behind my eyes.

“Jasper,” I plead, twisting.

My hands fly back, desperate to cover myself, but he grabs one and pins it firmly to the small of my back. My heart pounds in my throat.

“Too late for that,” he growls. “And my name is Daddy.”

The fabric rustles. My breath catches violently in my lungs as he pushes my dress higher, the cool air hitting my exposed skin.

“No!” I cry out, frantic now. “Daddy!”

“You don’t get to disobey and then walk away like nothing happened,” he says. “We agreed on your rules, Little girl. You broke them.”

Then the first spank lands, sharp, unrelenting.

I jolt forward with a cry that escapes before I can bite it back.

“You don’t brush me off.”Smack.

“You don’t lie to me.”Smack.

“You don’t run from me when I’m trying to help you.”Smack. Smack. Smack.

Each blow falls harder than the last, the sting radiating through my body and unraveling what little control I have left. My legs thrash uselessly, but he holds me steady. Every word is a blade, every swat a burn, and I start to sob. Deep, choking sobs that rip through my chest and leave me gasping.

“You think you don’t matter?”Smack.

“You think I fixed your car because I want you gone?”Smack. Smack.

“Owwie!” I wail. “I’m sorry.”

“You think this is temporary? This isn’t fucking temporary, rainbow. Nothing about you and me is temporary.”

Then he delivers a flurry of spanks so fast and brutal that I cry out again, burying my face in the cushion, my sobs wracking my entire frame. My voice is gone, shredded from the inside out.

And then he stops and hooks his fingers in the back of my panties, pulling them down to my thighs. I sob louder, but no matter how much I fight him, he holds me firm.

As soon as my bottom is bared, he starts spanking me again, fast and hard until I have no fight left in me and I go limp over his lap.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Finally, he stops, but he doesn’t move yet.

Silence crashes down around us like shattered glass. The only sounds are my soft sobs and the pounding of my heart against my rib cage.

I’m drained. Empty. My body trembling from pain, shame, and confusion. The ache in my chest hurts more than my stinging skin.

He shifts me gently, pulling my panties up and my dress down, then gathers me into his arms. I’m pulled against his chest, my face pressed into the curve of his neck as I shake with silent cries.

He holds me like I might disappear. Like I’m worth holding on to.

His hand runs over my back in slow, soothing circles. His lips brush against my temple.

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