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“I know, little girl, but you and I both know you need this,” he scolded. He tapped the brush again, a little harder this time and I yelped, more from fear of what was to come than the actual stinging bite.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

“Now lift your bottom for me. Show me that you can be my good girl,” he coaxed.

I obeyed, closing my eyes, too nervous to do anything else.

“You’re so beautiful like this, my sweet girl,” he praised.

“Sir,” I breathed.

His hands slipped between my thighs. My juices absolutely soaked my thighs. I hoped that he would let me come after this, even if I had to come like a bad girl.

My pussy tightened with anticipation and the sudden need to feel him inside me overpowered my fear of the spanking I had coming.

“Please punish me, sir. Please punish me so that I can show you how sorry I am, so that I may come for you,” I pleaded.

He didn’t confirm or deny how I’d come for him. Ultimately, I knew that it was going to end with more than just his fingers in my bottom.

This punishment was going to end with him fucking my ass.

The wooden brush lifted away from my bottom and came back down much more firmly. The sting of the first stroke was immediate and stunning. The second took my breath away. The third and fourth came far too quickly for me to cope and I suddenly understood why he had pinned me with his leg in the first place. My arm shot backwards, and he caught me by the wrist before I could try to protect my bottom. He pinned it behind my back just as the brush struck my ass again.

In my panic, I’d reached back and that could have caused the brush to hit my fingers instead of my bottom. He had acted quickly in an effort to protect me, and my heart splintered into pieces.

This was love in its rawest form, protecting me from myself.

My paddling continued, uninterrupted.

The harsh pain continued to build, the impact of the brush so very concentrated and terrible. I cried out without being able to stop myself.

Then the brush started coming down even harder. His grip on me tightened, holding me in place as the worst part of the punishment started.

I didn’t know how long it went on for. It could have been minutes or hours, but it felt like forever. Very quickly, the stingoverwhelmed me, and it wasn’t long after that my eyes started to water.

It stung so very much.

I told him I was sorry. I promised obedience and to never defy him again. I begged for the spanking to end, but soon enough my pleas devolved to sputtering cries and wails until I broke into tears over his knee. I sobbed openly as the brush started to slow its descent. Tears dripped down my cheeks and pooled beneath me on the couch.

My backside was on absolute fire.

I sobbed in relief when the pressure of his leg lessened. He released my wrist, but I didn’t move it. Instead, I lay slumped over his knee as his palm caressed my burning backside while I just focused on pulling myself together. His arms surrounded me and lifted me up into his lap.

“You may stay here in my lap for as long as you need, my sweet little girl. When you’re ready, you will climb off and go bend over the bed,” he said gently.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice thick with my emotion.

“I love you, my little bride. I hope you know that.”

“I know. I love you too,” I proclaimed softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him hard. His arms were fiercely tight around me. The steady beat of his heart pounded in his chest. The sound of it calmed me faster than I thought possible. Eventually, I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

We sat together like that for a long while.

Ultimately, though, the stinging started to fade and the arousal between my legs began to intensify. As much as I wanted to sit in his lap forever, I needed to come and I wanted to make him come too.

“Sir? I’m ready,” I whispered.

“You know what you need to do, my beautiful little bride,” he reminded. I nodded against his throat, taking a deep breath before I reluctantly untangled myself from his arms. I stood up on shaky legs. The walk to the bed was over far too quickly and I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to see him watching. When it came time to bend over for him, I turned away, unable to bear his gaze.

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