Page 26 of Shattered Dreams
“Yes…Sir.” She seemed to brace herself for the first blow.
The loud crack of the spoon against the swell of her ass echoed through the room, followed by her cry of pain. As predicted, she attempted to jerk upright, which Elliot countered by pressing his free hand between her shoulder blades. The next two strikes decorated her fair skin with oval impressions and shrieks from her lips. As the fourth and fifth strikes landed, she kicked back at him.
“Keep those feet on the floor, Elizabeth.” Elliot’s tone was stern. “Lift them again, and I’ll add more to your count.”
“It hurts!” she cried out.
“It’s supposed to,” Elliot assured her, as he brought the spoon down again. “The final four are going to be to your sit-spots, Elizabeth. Do not kick me.”
“No…please…I’ll be good. I’ll do anything, please Daddy!” She was openly crying now.
Elliot froze for a second, then seemed to regroup in front of Max’s eyes. “A good Daddy doesn’t allow his girl to misbehave, Elizabeth. Let’s finish this up. I have a warm blanket with your name on it waiting for you.”
“Pro..om…mise?” The word came out all broken.
“Daddy doesn’t lie.” He tipped her a bit forward, lifting her on to her toes and exposing the bottom of her ass and her upper thighs to him.
“Fuck.” Max hissed, his dick aching like a tooth as he squeezed the base of it to keep from spilling. The anticipation of those strokes had him on edge. Coupled with the fact that the man was firm in his course of action, not allowing Lizzie’s tears or pleas to sway him, had Max ready to spill. As a switch, it was that stern unwavering action that called to his inner sub. He could easily see himself submitting to Elliot, and that alone, even as it aroused the hell out of him, scared him shitless.
“Brace yourself on the bottom of the tub.”
Both Elliot and Max waited as she stilled. Max didn’t have to be there to know that his wife was stalling – testing the other man, to see if he’d force the issue.
“I’m waiting.” Elliot spoke clearly. “And I’ll wait all day if I have to, even though I’d rather be snuggling under a warm blanket with you.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She leaned further into the tub, doing as he asked. It of course lifted her bottom even higher, giving Elliot a perfect target.
“These will be fast.” Elliot warned before striking out. In rapid succession, he landed two strikes to each sit spot before dropping the spoon to the floor to haul the now sobbing Lizzie up and out of the tub.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” Elliot spoke huskily as he pulled her close, as Storm draped a warm blanket over both of them. “I got you. All is forgiven.”
Max released his erection with a shaky breath, as he watched the man and Lizzie leave the spa and head toward what he assumed was one of the aftercare rooms. Even though he ached, he couldn’t finish. He needed to process what he’d just witnessed. Thank God Storm had convinced him to observe remotely or he’d have missed his wife’s emotional cleansing.And her reaction to Elliot.
“Dammit.” He gritted out. “Now, I’m gonna have to eat crow. Storm’s never gonna let me live this down.”
As if the bastard knew he was still watching, Storm gave him a thumbs up, before ordering Raine to stand in the corner with his cock harness on, while he made sure Elliot had everything he needed.
Chapter Eleven
After shifting a bit to get more comfortable, Elliot tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling as he savored the warm weight of the woman in his arms. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since they’d come into the aftercare room, but Lizzie had finally cried herself out and was sleeping. Sitting in another chair on the other side of the room, Storm was running his fingers through Raine’s hair. The boy was still wearing the leather contraption that Storm had obviously put on him at some point and was kneeling between his Daddy’s thighs. His back still showed his Daddy’s displeasure. Evidently, he’d gotten a good flogging for his part in the Great Bubble Escapade.
“He okay?” Elliot spoke softly so as not to disturb Lizzie.
“Yeah.” Storm nodded. “I know it might seem odd to punish him in such a way.” He gestured down to the harness that accented the boy’s erection. “But orgasm denial after a good flogging is punishment for him. He’s a masochist. He loves pain and it arouses him. To deliberately arouse him then deny him release is its own form of torture.”
Elliot winced a bit. “I can only imagine.” He vaguely recalled his last taste of blue balls when he’d been dating his wife. It hadn’t been fun. But realizing that Raine willingly gave over to Storm, knowing that his Daddy controlled his orgasms was humbling.
“I’ll take care of his problem later. No doubt of that. But until then the harness will remind him that his behavior today was unacceptable.”
“Just like the spoon did for Lizzie.” He sighed as understanding washed over him. “Not every submissive is the same.”
“Exactly.” Storm pursed his lips, then sighed too. “Look, Lizzie is a sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, but she’s not like Raine. She doesn’t crave the pain the same way he does. However, that doesn’t stop her from trying to use it to deal with emotional issues.”
Elliot tipped his head a bit to look down at the dark hair spilling over his arm. “The cutting?”
Storm nodded. “Yeah. It’s really not my place to tell you about her demons, but just let me tell you they are very similar to those that plague my boy.” He tugged lightly on Raine’s hair, tipping up the boy’s head to gaze into his eyes. “How we doing, boy?”
“Good, Daddy.” Raine’s voice seemed dazed.
