Page 35 of Sub-Divided

He padded over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for her. She moved toward him and he guided her, stomach down, over his lap. Her upper torso lay on the bed. Her legs were placed between his, her feet on the floor. He shifted his right leg over hers. She felt comfortable, calm and secure. She snorted softly through her nose. It was ridiculous, really, she was far from safe. He was about to set fire to her ass!

The first few slaps were bearable as always, but as he increased the tempo she began to squirm. Hard and fast the spanking continued until she was gasping and churning her hips. She felt his hand tighten around her middle, pulling her close. His hand flattened the plug and she kicked up. He smacked her thighs until she lowered her leg.

“Ouch, ow-ee, ow!” she cried.

“This is the warm up. Save your crying for the main event,” he growled.

Her skin blazed, stinging and burning alternately. Yet she knew her body was betraying her, as it always did whenever she was spanked. Her traitorous flesh had no way of discerning between punishment and play. She was wet, copiously slick, she could feel it. The skin of her thighs slipped easily against one another. Max could no doubt see her arousal and smell it. Josie could smell her own musky response to the punishment.

She wailed again but this time it was because of her mortification. Max chuckled. She stiffened. Darn it, he knew!

“So wet for Daddy, but you know my rules honey, no pleasure for badly behaved girls.” He followed his words up with a stinging volley of swats that caused her to struggle against his hold. Not that it did her any good since he held her firmly in place across his lap. She felt the tears begin to track down her cheeks.

It took her a moment to realize that he’d stopped spanking and his hand was circling the flesh of her bottom in soothing circuits.

“I want you to stand and wait in the corner while I fetch a glass of water before we move on. You are still dehydrated from last night and you will drink what I give you, understood?”

She took a deep breath and shuddered as her sobs subsided. This was one of the things she loved best about Max—the fact that he always considered her well being.

Once he returned with the water he watched as she drank, and when she’d drunk it all, he took the glass, placing it safely on the nightstand. He picked up the fur-lined leather handcuffs. She held out her arms obediently. Once, when they’d been playing, she had thrown her hand back and received a painful crack across her wrist from a paddle. She had needed an x-ray but thankfully it turned out only to have been badly bruised. It had shaken Max, and ever since then, if he intended using an implement on her, he insisted on restraining her hands.

He picked up two pillows and placed them in the middle of the bed. “Up and over, girl.”

She climbed into position and wriggled around, getting comfortable. She heard him give a low groan and glanced back. He stood watching her with hooded eyes. His hand squeezed the front of his jeans. She could see the distinctive bulge of his cock swelling under his palm. She couldn’t help but smirk. He leant forward, planting his forearms either side of her body, his head almost touching hers.

“You smile while you still can, little girl, because after I make you regret your poor choices yesterday, I shall put your pretty smirking mouth to good use.” His growling threat only served to make her pussy weep with need. She mewled. He grinned. Standing up again he unbuckled old faithful, his favorite leather belt. Her breath hitched. She loved the sound of his belt being pulled loose from his jeans.

“Pull your knees up under you.”

She groused softly as she moved to obey his command. This position caused the plug in her butt to press uncomfortably internally. He chuckled at her huffed discomfort.

“This is a punishment, had you forgotten?”

She didn’t reply, knowing it was a rhetorical question.

The first thwaps of his belt always took her by surprise and this time it was no different. She squealed as they fell. The blows paused.

“What is my role as the Dominant in your life?” he asked.

Her response was instantaneous. “To love and protect me, guide me, to take my potential as far I can go.”

Two more scalding thwaps landed, one after the other. She sucked in a breath then hissed as the pain registered. Tears filled her eyes.

“What is your role as my sub?” he asked.

“To love you and to trust that you have my best interests at heart and to submit sexually to your control,” she replied, again without hesitation.

“I will keep you safe and I will protect you, even against yourself. Every time you take a risk with that which is precious to me, which isyou, then your gorgeous ass shall pay the price.” The belt fell with searing accuracy across the globes of both her buttocks. His voice, his words, they were what undid her and the tears fell, drenching her face. It was not pretty.

“You are a bright and capable young woman, Josie. You are good at your job. You are a wonderfully loyal friend, lover and my perfect submissive. I promise you that I will always help you maintain those standards in my role as your Dominant. Right now, that means I am punishing you for making poor choices yesterday. If roasting your rump is what it takes, then baby, that’s what I’ll do, every time.”

He proved it, too, as she howled her way through a punishment session that lasted far longer than she’d anticipated. She only realized he was done when he placed the belt in front of her face and began to undo the cuffs. Once she was free he scooped her up into his arms and cradled her while she cried into his neck. Her arms wrapped tight about his naked back, gripping his shoulders as she spluttered apologies, soaking his warm skin with her tears. He hushed her, murmuring his love and sweet nonsense in her ear in order to reassure and soothe her.

He carried her through to the living room and settled himself comfortably on the couch, holding her on his lap. He pulled a wad of tissues from his pocket and wiped her face and dried his damp chest. She relaxed into his embrace, allowing the wonderful sensation of being cleansed of her sins to wash over her. She adored how Max made her feel secure and cherished after a punishment.

After a while she felt him shift her forward. He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Better now?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

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