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“Mmm,” Tessa said, burying her face in the crook of her arms and bracing herself.

The belt whizzed in the silent room as it flew through the air landing with a snap across the fleshiest part of her ass and any misconceptions she’d had about it not being better or worse than anything else flew straight out the window. It was both.

The initial pain was intense, laying a stripe of fire across her skin where it had hit, and then it settled into a delicious warmth that had moisture pooling between her legs.

“What the!” she cried, rearing up.

Beau just stilled her with a hand across the small of her back, patiently waiting for her to put herself back in position.

Which she did, after the initial shock of pain and pleasure wore off. It felt like several minutes passed before he swung again but it was probably only one. She thought back to what she had seen Dax take and wondered how long this part would go on. It was always worse when it was slow. Too much time to think, and just enough time for the pain to fade before the next swat took you by surprise. Slow and steady spankings were the worst. She much preferred fast and furious.

Thankfully only the first few came slow, probably for the sake of acclimating her to the implement further and making sure his aim avoided the tenderness of freshly-inked skin.

There were about five spaced out with far too long between them and then suddenly she could no longer keep count. The belt lashed across her backside with a speed and precision that took her breath away.

“Phooo,” she pushed out short huffs of breath between her lips to steady her breathing. If she hadn’t been in so much pain, she’d have giggled because it reminded her of how women in labor breathed during the movies.

“Owwiiiwee,” she moaned as the belt continued its assault on her tender globes. The pain of the tattoo had nothing on the punishment for said tattoo.

“Daddy, stop!” she cried, but of course he did not.

“It’s not over till I say it’s over, little one. I’ll tell you the same thing I told Dax. Might as well settle into the pain because you’re gonna be here a while.”

“Ugh!” She shrieked and kicked her feet, but if Beau even noticed the mini-tantrum, he ignored it and focused on his mission. Said mission of course being to make sure that she couldn’t sit comfortably for a good while.

He shifted his stance behind her, and the next lash of the belt hit lower across the bottom of her butt, right above her sit spots. As Beau concentrated on that area, Tessa tried to focus on anything but the pain. She looked up to see where Dax was and found him still laying in the same position he’d been spanked in, only at the far end of the bed. She couldn’t blame him; there was no way he’d be wanting to sit after the spanking he’d just taken and that was probably as comfortable as either of them were going to get for a while.

Looking at him didn’t help keep her mind off the pain so she closed her eyes and tried to ride the waves of it. It would help, she supposed, if Beau were lecturing her, but what was there to really say, besides “don’t permanently ink your skin with someone’s name without their permission”. Though Daddy wasn’t technically Beau’s name, he had been the intention behind it, and she knew that wasn’t fair. This was new and they were all still getting to know each other and now, instead of just telling them how she felt, she’d gone and done this. It was stupid and childish and selfish, like she was taking away his choice in the matter.

Tears pricked her eyes and began to fall faster than she could wipe them away. How hard was it to say “we are going too slow. I really want this, and I need the security of knowing you are all in.”

Apparently, it was really hard. She didn’t want to rush them, but the uncertainty that taking your time in a new relationship required made her constantly nauseous, feeling like she was always in limbo. She shouldn’t have done something to force their hand. Still, Dax had seemed into it and that had convinced her it was a good idea. Clearly it hadn’t been.

Apparently, she was lecturing herself and doing a good job of it because within minutes her occasional stray tear had turned into a full-on waterworks show. She gasped for air trying to stave off tears so she wouldn’t work herself into a full-on meltdown like Dax had. That would be so embarrassing and she wasn’t ready to talk about her feels.

If Beau noticed she was crying—and he had to have, because he wasn’t blind—it didn’t dissuade him at all from the task at hand. He was currently laying into her very tender sit spots.

She was thankful for the pain because it gave her something else to think about aside from her overwhelming emotions and the uncertainties swirling around in her brain.

She was even thankful for the tears themselves, if not the line of thinking that was causing them because she knew she needed the release. Whether she shared her thoughts or not, this spanking was helping her release the things that had been swimming around her brain unanswered for far too long.

Beau moved to her thighs and she jumped when the belt hit an area that had not really been spanked much before, jerking up without thinking. As he had before, Beau simply placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her back into position. “Just a few more, babygirl. You can take it like a good girl, can’t you, for Daddy?”

When he put it that way she was pretty sure she could do anything. As promised, the belt lashed hard across her upper thighs a few more times before falling to the floor. And then finally, she was pulled, throbbing ass and all, right into her Daddy’s arms. Just where she wanted to be.

Beau

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d struggled to get through a spanking more than the spankee or in this case, spankees, had but this one had been especially brutal.

Maybe it was because it was the first big spanking he’d had to give Tessa and only the second he’d given her. Maybe it was because he kind of liked the tattoos, though he wouldn’t admit it to them—not yet at least.

And maybe it was because of the talk he’d had with Dax in the bathroom beforehand. The other man’s admissions were still swirling around in his brain—problems he needed to solve.

Whatever it was, as he dropped the belt and gathered a sobbing Tessa into his arms, he was wrecked. Physically, emotionally, mentally. And yet, he was still turned on. Watching the two of them take their spanking with grace, staring at their new ink as he turned their bottoms red and achy with his belt had done something to him. He was panting, sweaty and rock-hard.

It made him feel like a douchebag as Tessa’s hot tears soaked his chest.

Pulling her back to hold her at arm’s length, he regarded her tear-streaked face and wiped the freshest tear, still tracking its way down her already sticky cheeks, with his knuckle.