Page 60 of Taming His Honeydoll
He landed the fourth stroke just above the middle stroke. He was amazed she hadn’t moved out of place yet. Her wail was plaintive and drawn out this time.
“Oh, Sawyer—I d-don’t think I can take anymore,” she cried, trying to reach back and rub her buttocks.
“No hands,” he ordered sternly. “I don’t want to get them with my belt.” He tried to remain unmoved as she gazed back at him through copious tears overflowing from her pretty eyes.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, Emma? You have your safe word. Are you ill?”
Mutely, she finally shook her head no and put her hands back in front of her on the bed, each one now gripping the duvet. Her entire lower body was trembling. “F-Four,” she grated out.
Forcing himself to stay stern, Sawyer landed the next one right across the tender area just below the buttocks. He knew that would hurt.
Her knees collapsed then as her wail split the air.
“Only one left, honeydoll,” he reminded her quietly. “You’re doing great, I’m proud of you.”
That seemed to strengthen her resolve and she locked her knees again and pointed her little bottom out at him. “F-Five.”
The last one he landed almost on top of the previous one, guaranteeing she would remember this spanking for a few days every time she sat down.
“Six!” She screamed and then dropped to the floor on her knees, sobbing her heart out.
Sawyer threw the belt aside and picked her up to lay her on the bed. He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms, his big palm soothing the burn the belt had inflicted by running his palm over the welts. “You did good,” he breathed into her ear. “You’re a tough little thing, aren’t you? I love you, Emma.” He continued to soothe the fiery flesh while he praised and held her tightly to his body until her cries faded to gentle hiccups.
“Are we good now?” she asked from beneath his chin.
He lifted her chin up to gaze into her face. “I’m good. How about you?”
“I’m good,” she responded shyly, kissing his chin. “That hurt way more than I ever thought it would or I probably wouldn’t have volunteered. I’m a coward at heart,” she confessed.
He chuckled. “You’re not a coward at all. You’re brave and strong in spite of the setbacks that happened in your life. I miss my dad every day and I can’t even begin to imagine how you must have felt losing both your parents at once. And at such a young age. I can see why Oliver wanted to protect you so fiercely.”
She was silent for a moment. “You know, I never really looked at how it affected Oliver,” she said slowly. “I guess as a teenager, life was all about me. I never bothered to look closely at how it was affecting my brother.”
“Yeah, he was a saint if he never upended you even once during those years,” Sawyer admitted with a chuckle. “But to be fair, as teens, we really are self-centered.”
“I might—accidentally—owe him an apology.”
“I’m sure Oliver understands what you were going through,” Sawyer teased, “but it couldn’t hurt if that’s the way you feel.”
“Then again, it might make his head even bigger than it is already.”
Sawyer laughed out loud. “I candefinitelysee why you frustrated him.”
She shot him a dazzling smile full of mischief. “We all have our talents. Are you sure you want to stay hooked up with me?”
He gently squeezed her bottom globes and chuckled when she gasped. “What do you think, baby brat? There’s plenty more where that came from, and I can be very creative,” he warned.
He didn’t tell her that Mike and a few of his other buddies used to talk about moves he didn’t even think were possible. They had some pretty interesting stories to tell him about the local BDSM club. He’d been invited and watched a few times, but never found anyone he wanted to play with. His heart had always belonged to Emma. The dominance involved appealed to him though. His friends said he was a natural if he’d ever let himself go and play.
She stretched her arms above her head and leaned her body full length against his hard frame. “I might have a few creative ideas of my own,” she whispered into his ear before she nipped his ear lobe. “I’ve always wanted to try stallion style. You game?”
“Am I ever,” he vowed, his lower appendage springing to hard throbbing life. “I’ve been dreaming about it for years.”
“Show me,” she taunted.
“I don’t have another condom,” he growled, wondering why he hadn’t brought more. Probably because he hadn’t expected this whole thing to happen, although he’d gotten in the habit of carrying one in his pocket all the time now that Emma was back in the picture.
