Page 76 of Carter

She whimpers.

I almost feel sorry for her.

But then I remember what is at stake.

Her life.

Before we exchanged vows, I sat her down. Explained how things work in the family. Made sure the danger was crystal clear to her. Now to drive the message home. I have everything I need ready and at my disposal. I tell her to lie on her back on the bed.

She stands, looking at me with a furrowed brow.

I’ve always plugged her from behind, as she lies over something.

She doesn’t question. Instead, she obeys.

She crawls across the bed, lying on her back. Her arms go behind her head. Her legs cross at the ankle.

She looks quite comfortable.

A little too comfortable.

I snatch her foot, throwing it onto the bed so her legs are spread.

Her arms instantly fly from behind her head to cover her exposed breasts. Her eyes are wide now.

She’s getting the idea.

I tell her to grab her knees and hold her legs against her chest.

She does.

I hold the plug in front of her. I take the light green tube of jelly—the one with the hint of menthol that will leave her bottom burning, her cunt confused and pulsing with desire—and apply a generous dollop on the head of her bullet.

I kneel on the bed before her. I put my hand on her hip, turning her slightly. With her ass cheeks together and her hands holding her legs against her chest, I get to work.

I slide the minty bullet between the cheeks of her ass, finding her bottom hole. I press in. She resists, and the bullet comes out. I give her one look, one raised brow, and suddenly, she’s relaxing and the bullet is sliding up within her.

I give it a good push—one that leaves her gasping—and ensure the handle is in place. I move her hip and press her back into the bed.

Like a good girl, she’s still holding her knees.

“Plugged, now it’s time to paddle.”

She gives a gulp.

I take the heavy paddle in my right hand. With my left, I grab her ankles, pressing them together and locking them in my fingers. I hold her legs up.

She says, “Carter, what are you doing?” Her hands go to her sides, pressing into the bed. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of the comforter as she looks at me, wide-eyed and wild.

“This is the position you get spanked in when you’ve been a very, very bad girl. Running off and leaving the country earns you this.”

Her gaze leaves mine, a red flush rising in her cheeks.

“This position pulls your skin tight. So you can feel the fullest extent of each punishing spank of the wood of the paddle. Only the naughtiest of girls get spanked like this… the diaper position.”

She’s squirming now. From my words and the mint that is beginning to warm the inside of her bottom. She gives a little whimper.

I bring the paddle down, careful to avoid the handle of the plug. Her eyes widen and she cries out as it lands. A red welt pops up on her skin. Her fingers grab at the fabric of the comforter. “One,” I say.