Page 55 of Carter

She hates the paddle. She freezes. “No! No! I’ll be good!”

I spank her again, but this time her hips stay still. “What you do with Paige next is your choice. I will not order you to be kind, and I will not order you to be her friend.” My palm lands right, left, right. “But in this house, when we fight, we do not tear other people down to make ourselves feel safer.” Left, right, left. My palm stings. Her ass is getting red. “Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Her bottom is hot to the touch.

“Do you need to stand in the corner to let the lesson sink in?”

“No! No, sir!”

I spank her again. “Are you sure?”

“I said, I’m sure,” she snaps.

My muscles tense.

Wrong answer.

We obviously aren’t finished here. “Go and get your strap.”

“Oh, no. What I meant to say was that I’m sure. I’m very, very sure, I promise… sir.” She peeks over her shoulder. Her eyes are wide.

I say, “Get the strap, then lay it beside you. Bend over the bed with your ass over the edge. Do it, now.”

My tone makes her jump up. She rushes to obey me. Her pants constricting her movements.

She’s fast and a moment later, she’s lying over the white comforter with her strap neatly beside her. Her ass in the air. Red cheeks with the black thong between them. Her spandex pants tight around her upper thighs.

I go to my dresser. I open the drawer, the one she’s not allowed to touch. From it, I pull out her silver bullet. The beautiful one with the curling letter ‘B’ etched in it. I grab my lube—not the one with the hint of menthol in it because I’ll be taking her in the ass later.

She’s lying still on the bed. She’s being a good girl. Now.

Now that she’s knows how thoroughly I punish.

I’m behind her. Her ass cheeks clench. I don’t tell her what I plan on doing with her. “Stay over the bed and pull those pants and panties down to your knees, little girl.” I watch, amused, as she navigates wrestling her way out of such tight clothing in the awkward position she’s in. When she’s finished, spandex wrapped around her legs, I say, “I want your fingers in the crack of your ass. I want your legs spread and your hands parting your ass for me. So I can punish you.”

An audible gasp comes from deep within her.

I take a step forward. Reach down and slap her thigh. Hard. An angry red handprint raises.

She must obey.

Right away.

Or face the consequences.

She says, “Yes, sir!”

Her fingers go to her quivering ass. She spreads those long, gazelle-like legs. Her hands part her cheeks. I can see her swollen pussy glistening from behind. Her naughty little bottom hole practically winks at me.

My cock hardens. Pressing against my jeans.

Down, boy.

I’ll get the pleasure my body demands, soon.

First, punishment.

I say, “Take a deep breath.”