Page 63 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Unlike his sisters.
“This doesn’t concern you, Jacob.” Cordelia’s voice was low, with an almost lethal quality to it that sent a shiver up his spine. “You will stay downstairs with the TV on and the volume up. We will do everything in our power to make sure you don’t hear anything. But you will not interfere. Am I understood?”
“No. I can’t just let you beat her.”
“It’s alright, Jacob.” By contrast, Ivy’s voice was sweet, soothing. “I earned it. I’ll be okay.”
He wanted to believe her. God, he wanted to believe her so fucking bad. Wanted to believe that the Cordelia he’d gotten to know over the past two weeks wouldn’t actually hurt her partner.
“I’ve seen what happens when people get beaten,” he whispered. “I can’t let that happen to you.”
It was, to his surprise, Merlin who spoke next. “Jacob… have you ever been spanked?”
He jerked his head up once, twice. “When I was very young. But my father… he figured out that I didn’t really care about being whipped. So he started using my sisters to make his point instead. And I can’t—I can’t just sit back and let that happen to Ivy.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Cordelia muttered, shoving back from her chair, her movement quick and jerky as she paced back and forth in front of the table. “That fucking monster.”
Moving slowly, the way he’d seen some of the women back home move when there was an animal around they didn’t want to startle, Ivy rose from her chair to approach him, her small, gentle hands coming to rest on his arms. And when she looked up at him, her eyes were full of sympathy.
“I’m so sorry that happened to you. And your sisters. None of you deserved that.”
Looking down into her deep, dark eyes, something inside him seemed to click into place. As if he’d been waiting his whole life to look into those eyes, so full of sympathy and understanding. “You don’t deserve it, either.”
“No, I don’t. Not what you went through. But do I deserve the spanking Cordelia is going to give me? Yes. I know the rules, and I broke them. And in our relationship, when I break a rule, I get punished.”
“I’ll think of something else,” Cordelia said, raking her hands through her long blonde hair. “Anything else while we’re here. I’m not going to traumatize the poor kid just because you were naughty. Do we have any ginger?”
Ivy's eyes went round before she whipped around to stare at Cordelia. “Ginger?” she squeaked.
“Actually… I may have another idea.” Merlin was still watching him with those steady eyes. “Jacob, we can tell you all day that what Cordelia and Ivy do is far different than what you and your sisters went through. But you’re never going to believe us. Because in this case, seeing very much is believing.”
“What are you—oh, hell no.” Lip pulled back in a snarl, Cordelia shook her head. “If just thinking about Ivy getting spanked is upsetting him that much, what do you think seeing it is going to do?”
“I’m not suggesting he just observe. I’m suggesting you give him the full experience. So he can know exactly what Ivy is going through, and he’ll understand the difference.”
Pausing her pacing, Cordelia stared at Merlin. “Are you suggesting I spank him?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”
A spanking? From Cordelia? Like in his fantasies, only he had a feeling the reality was going to hurt a lot more. Did he want her to do that? Did he want to lay himself across those thick thighs while she ‘punished’ him?
“Absolutely not. Do you have any idea what he’s been through? I’m not going to?—”
“Do it.” He didn’t know where the words came from, only that they felt… right.
Again, three sets of eyes turned to him. Ivy with surprise, Cordelia with what almost felt like anger, and Merlin with approval.
The latter gave him the confidence he needed to meet Cordelia’s emerald gaze head on. “Merlin’s right. No matter how you two try to convince me it’s not the same, I just can’t understand the difference. Not without experiencing it for myself. And I–I kind of want you to.”
That confession had his cheeks once more burning with shame as curiosity crept into Cordelia’s eyes. “You want me to spank you? Because of what Merlin said or something else?”
“S-something else. I know it’s wrong, these sinful thoughts I’ve been having and I’m sorry, but I-I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”
“You have?”
Swallowing down the lump that had become lodged in his throat, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Cordelia sighed, and his heart sank to his knees. “I don’t know, Jacob. There’s so much more to this, to what Ivy and I have, than just letting someone smack your ass.”
