Page 104 of Mafia Redeemer

“Daddy, I know I don’t have experience in this. I know you’re worried that you’ll traumatize me or something. Have as much faith in me and yourself as I have in you.”

She goes up on her toes and kisses my cheek. I swallow before I nod. I sit on the edge of the bed and open my thighs. She steps between them, and I help her lie over my lap with most of her upper body supported by the mattress. I squeeze my thighs to trap her legs. I don’t want her moving around lest I miss my aim. I wrap most of the belt around my right hand.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

She chuckles.

“Prunes.”

My left hand skims down her back and over the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I know there are parts of her she doesn’t like, but she’s good with her shapely backside. I plan to be good with it later tonight, assuming I can find something — anything — that could serve as lube. If not, that’ll have to wait until we get back to the city.

I bring my bare hand down across both cheeks, and it makes her lurch forward. She grabs the comforter and braces herself for the next spank. It lands on her left ass cheek. I alternate sides, giving each ten slaps. Her skin is turning a bright and beautiful pink. I lean over her and kiss her right ass cheek.

“I will give you five with the belt,piccolina.”

“Ten.”

“Picco—”

“Daddy, you decide how hard they are. But five won’t feel sufficient. It’ll feel like you did this to placate me. If I’m going to be absolved, I want to feel fully absolved.”

That makes me laugh. She turns her head to see me, her brow furrowed.

“Maria says that’s why she wants bells and smells at Mass. She wants an organ, the bells, and incense at every service. She figures, if she’s going to be absolved, then she wants the whole shebang to feel like she did it properly.”

“She does get God’s forgiveness isn’t contingent on how much smoke and noise are made, right?”

“Of course she does. She’s been saying that since we were kids. Back then, she was serious. Now it’s just stuck because that’s why she likes formal services. She’d go to an all-Latin service if she could. When she does church, she does church.”

I shrug. We all have complicated relationships with God and Catholicism. We all believe in our faith, but we all harbor guilt because what we do is the antithesis of everything we should. Even though we grew up in Queens, my family has been going to the same church in Manhattan for generations.

All four of us, plus our cousin and friends were altar servers. We sang in the children’s choir and went to Sunday School. We believe in all the Sacraments, but the men struggle with believing in our redemption when we continue to sin willingly and knowingly. One of the many contradictions in this life.

I’m lost in thought until Chellie pulls me back to the present. I know she did it on purpose. I don’t need to grow morose or even contemplative right now. I want to be present and in the moment with my girlfriend.

“Ten, Daddy.”

“Fine. But the second it’s too much, you will use your safe word. We’ll never do anything like this again if you don’t speak up, and I harm you.”

“Enzo, I will never put you in that position. I never want you to lose your trust in me. That would devastate me. Nothing is worth that.”

I raise my right hand and bring the tongue of the belt down across her ass. Her body jerks and goes rigid. She clutches the comforter and buries her face in it.

“Chellie?”

“I’m all right, Daddy. Keep going. I knew it would hurt, but that’s worse than I expected.”

I run my left hand between her shoulder blades. Then I massage each ass cheek until she relaxes. I bring the belt down on her right cheek, then her left in quick succession. She tries to kick her feet, but I pinned her legs between mine. The next one lands across her horizontal crack and pushes her forward. I feel her clit rub against my thigh. I’m already hard from having her touch me and having the view that I do. Her hip rubbing my cock doesn’t help. I land another spank in the same place. She moans, and it’s not entirely from pain.

“Put your right leg over my left.”

I move mine enough for her to adjust her position. I have a clear view of her pussy, and I can see my cum still dampening her folds. But I can also tell she’s wet from her own arousal. I adjust the belt and thrust three fingers into her.

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“Naughtypiccolina. This is a punishment, not foreplay.”

I rub my thumb over her clit as my fingers stroke her g spot. She shifts restlessly, searching for relief. Searching for release. I pull out and immediately bring the belt down on her ass.

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