Page 59 of Taming His Honeydoll
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SAWYER STARED DOWNat her. How bad could it be? Clearly his baby brat had never been seriously punished before. Looking around he hoped this was one of the rooms Mike had soundproofed during their remodeling. The walls looked new and pristine, so maybe he’d put them in here on purpose.
He’d been planning something different involving a crop and the barn, but he could make do here with his belt. If she wanted to get it over with, then that was fine with him. He didn’t want her to get sick worrying about it.
“Okay,” he conceded, standing up and reaching for the pillows. He lay them down on the bed and patted them. “Bend over the pillows and rest your elbows on the other side. I want a nice, upright target for my belt to kiss.”
He turned and picked up his jeans and pulled the belt from the loops. When he turned back around, she was still standing there staring at him, her eyes wide. It was time to take over the situation because clearly, she had no intention of making this easy for him. “Didn’t I just tell you to lay over those pillows?”
“Y-You never said anything about a belt,” she whispered faintly, her eyes drawn to the loop of leather he was slapping slightly against his leg.
“The only agreement we made was six swats,” he replied firmly. He turned her towards the bed with one hand and smacked her on the rear. “Now get in position. You are no longer in control. I am, and you will obey me.”
“But Sawyer...”
“No buts. Down—now,” he ordered.
Her body starting to tremble, she finally obeyed him and climbed over the pillows.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running his palms over the firm contours of her rounded buttocks. “Now, I want you to pick a word you will remember and tell me what it is. If you feel like you can’t continue at any point, then give me that word and I will stop immediately.”
He leaned over to look her in the face. “But if you throw out that word, it won’t mean the punishment is ended. It will continue once you recover, but I’ll have to add another lick.”
“What’s the point of having a safe word then?” she responded with a grimace.
“I see you’ve heard of a safe word,” he replied with a grin. “The point of a safe word is to protect you in case there really is something happening to you that I can’t see. But misuse it, and your butt will be even more toasted.”
“Okay, my word is stop.”
“Uh uh, baby brat. You’re most likely going to be begging me to stop before we’re finished, so that won’t work.”
There was a pause. “Okay—Levi,” she said. “My safe word is Levi.”
“Levi it is,” he replied. “Now, I’m going to warm your skin up a bit before I use my belt.” He began landing light spanks on her butt and upper thighs until they turned pink. He could see moisture on the inside of her thighs and knew her body was responding to his touch.
Sawyer didn’t really want to punish her like this, but the resentment and anger he felt at her deception about his son still simmered in his emotions. He’d already forgiven her, but her guilt and his resentment needed additional lancing. This would be cathartic for both of them.
“Are you ready?” he finally asked quietly, picking up the belt from the bed.
“Yes, I just want it to be done.” Her reply was slightly muffled since her head was down.
Sawyer stood to the side and lifted his right arm, then brought the belt down with a resounding thwack of leather on flesh. Almost immediately, a bright band of red appeared across the middle of her pale buttocks.
Emma shrieked in pain and then gasped. “Damn, that hurt!”
“Count it, Emma,” he ordered firmly. “I want you to count each one.”
“Why?” she replied, her tone snippy.
He reached out and began smacking her with his hand.
“Okay, okay,” she yelped, going up on her toes. “It’s one—it’s one.”
Sawyer grinned. His baby brat was nothing if not contrary. He lifted his arm and delivered the next stripe right beneath the first one.
Her toes pounded the floor but she dutifully squeaked out, “Two.”
On the third stroke she started crying and it was a moment before she finally breathed out, “Three.”
