Page 35 of Savage Revenge

Instead of doing what I said, he lets out a low chuckle and then starts spanking me. He doesn’t start slow, and by the time the first sparks of true pain register in my head, I’m kicking and wiggling with everything I’ve got to get away from his relentless palm.

“Ow! Cash, stop! Stop it!”

“No. I warned you to obey me. I warned you to be a good girl. I told you I would punish you. I warned you to stop flirting with Caleb, and what happens? I come out here to find your perfectass and huge tits on full display for the man while you ask him to oil you up just to piss me off. That was a verynaughtything to do, kitten. Do you think I don’t know what games you’re playing? I’m the master at games, Jordyn, and, baby,” he pauses the spanking and shifts just enough to look me straight in the eye, “I don’t bluff.”

A shiver runs through me, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. Tears prick at my eyes as the stinging continues to intensify. I bury my face against the folded towel I brought out with me while Cash spanks me over and over again, peppering my entire ass and thighs. I’m completely helpless, crying into the terry cloth. No matter how much I try to fight him, he doesn’t let up.

In the back of my mind, I know Caleb isn’t far away, witnessing all of this, but I can’t find it in me to care because my ass is on fire, and all I want is for it to stop. And for some reason, my heart feels so damn heavy. It’s almost like a dam has broken and all my emotions are coming out at once, all because of a stupid spanking.

When I can’t take it another second, I raise my head and look back at him. “I’m sorry.” My voice cracks. “I’m sorry!”

He pauses for a second.

“Are you really sorry, kitten? Or are you just sorry you got caught and are now getting your bottom spanked like a naughty girl because you didn’t listen toDaddy?” he asks, emphasizing the last word.

Heat curls within me at his question and the reference to him being Daddy. I shouldn’t find that to be such a turn-on, but it’s always done something to me. And when Cash refers to himself as Daddy, it pulls at me. Makes me want to be his good girl and do whatever he says, even things that may be unthinkable and kinky as hell.

My ass burns, and my chest aches. Does it really bother Cash that I was flirting with Caleb? Why would he even care?

When I don’t answer right away, he continues punishing my poor ass.

“I really am sorry,” I cry as tears roll down my face.

“You’re atmyhouse, kitten, which means you obeymyrules. Do you understand me?”

I bob my head, my fists clutching the towel as he lays smack after smack on my butt. “Yes.”

He pauses for a second, the tips of his fingers gently scraping over my hot, tender skin. He hasn’t released me. I’m still completely at his mercy. But I don’t try to move. As much as I hate it, there’s comfort in having his arm around me. I feel safe and secure in his clutches, almost comforted.

As much as I don’t understand it, even though Cash scares me, I also know deep within me that he won’t let anyone else hurt me. Like I’m his possession to take care of, and he will take that responsibility seriously. He might fuck with me but he’s not going to let anyone else do it. And that excites me in some messed-up way.

“Say,Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’m going to be your good girl from now on.” His voice is firm, leaving no room for disobedience.

I tense. My core clenches with want and need. I can’t possibly say that. No matter how much my body reacts to it. Even though the thought of saying it makes my panties damp and my clit ache for any sort of attention. Is it possible to come from being spanked? I don’t think I can handle more, though.

As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, he startles me by giving me a lighter swat. “Say it, or your spanking will continue.”

I definitely can’t take any more. My face is probably a blotchy mess, and I can’t remember the last time I cried like this. My ass is definitely scarlet by now. And more than anything, I havethis overwhelming urge in my chest of wanting to please him. To make him happy with me again.

“One,” he starts. “I’m only going to count to three before I start again.”

It takes a second to understand what he means, and when it clicks, I whimper.

“Two.”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’m going to be a good girl from now on.”

Cash swats my ass twice. “’I’m going to beyourgood girl from now on.’ Say it.”

I sniffle and go limp on the lounger, emotions swirling all around me. Why does this feel so… confusing?

“I’m going to be your good girl from now on,” I whisper before I let loose a sob.

Cash releases me, but doesn’t stop touching me. Instead, he moves the hand he used to punish me to my back and rubs slow circles while I quietly cry into my towel. A second later, he leans down and presses a kiss to my temple.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly, stroking my head. “I’ve got you, baby girl.”

His words melt me, and his caresses soothe me. Even if Caleb is still here, he speaks so low that the words are only for me to hear. It feels special and intimate, and I soak in every second of his gentle attention.

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