Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“I love my job sir,” she says. Her hair hangs in beautiful swaths of glimmering chocolate brown. I release her hand just long enough to stroke my fingers through her long locks. I know she does, and I’m sympathetic to that.
“Go on.”
“My entire life, I was told what to do,” she says, her voice wobbling now. “I was told I couldn’t do this, or I couldn’t do that, and every rule was supposed to help me, but it didn’t. It made me feel as if I had no autonomy at all, powerless and little. And I hated that.”
She speaks the truth, but only in part. “Sweetheart,” I tell her, brushing her hair off her forehead. “You were so strong, making your own way and fighting for what’s yours. But this isn’t about giving any of that up.”
“It is!” she shouts. Frowning, I lift the paddle and bring it down with a good, firm whack against the fullest part of her ass. She yelps but settles a little over my knee and closes her mouth.
“It’s childish and foolish to think that choosing safety in any way forfeits what you’ve worked so hard at,” I tell her. “You risk your autonomy by making headstrong choices. If someone hurts you, you could lose freedom that will devastate you. And you’re a smart girl, Chandra. You understand that.”
She doesn’t respond, and I’m not sure if she’s being defiant or accepting what I say as truth, but I know how to bring that to light.
“You defied me. You refused to submit. And there are many things I’ll compromise on, but your safety isn’t one of them.” It’s all the warning I give her before I slam the paddle down hard on her bare ass. She arches her back and whimpers, but I continue with firm, unyielding strokes of the paddle. Five strokes in, she squirms. I know the sting builds with this paddle, and she wants it to end, but this punishment ends when she submits.
“I went for years without you,” I tell her. “Years, I mourned the loss of you and gave up ever finding love again. No one could ever be you.” I spank her again. “You are the only one for me, and I’m not going to allow you to be foolish and do anything to harm yourself.” I punctuate my words with sharp swats. “To take you from me. Or hurt you in any way.” I spank her again.
“You’re hurting me,” she protests. I pause. She needs to fight me. She needs to know I won’t cave.
“I’m spanking you,” I clarify. “If I’m hurting you, you safeword.” Her lack of response is all the answer I need to give me the green light to continue spanking her.
It takes four more firm, solid smacks, before I see a little bit of the fight go out of her. She no longer arches her back when the paddle connects but barely flinches. She’s warmed up, her skin primed from the spanking and capable of taking more now, and she’s sinking deeper into submission. Reaching for that place deep down inside her that gives her the power to yield to my authority. To accept correction.
To let herself be loved.
“You’re not going back to work at the bookstore until I tell you,” I explain, resting the paddle on her red-hot skin. “Will you?”
She shakes her head and speaks in a garbled voice. “No, sir.”
“Good girl,” I tell her. The paddle clangs to the floor but she doesn’t even flinch, she’s so deep into the moment, submerged in her submission. I take a moment to admire my handiwork and run my hand along her scorched, reddened skin. My cock pulses. There’s nothing like a good, hard spanking that makes me want to fuck her more. My hand on her skin cues her in that her punishment is over. No more paddle. Just my hand. My fingers. My mouth.
“What are you going to do, Chandra?”
“Obey you, sir.”
“Are you going to the bookstore?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “No, sir.”
I massage her welted skin and nod my head. “Good girl. Is this forever, babygirl?”
“No, sir,” she whispers with a sigh. She knows she was wrong. I just have to give her space to own that. “Just until you tell me it’s safe again.”
I continue the soothing strokes of my palm on her skin. “That’s right. And is your only work at the bookstore anyway?”
“Well, no,” she admits, squirming on my lap.
“What else do you do for work?”
“Write, sir.”
“And will you be able to continue that?” I ask her, my hand resting on her ass.
She nods her head.
“You’ll have ample time for writing, because you’ll be staying with me and I’ll be giving you plenty of time to do what you need to.” I’m not sure yet what I’ll do at the shop, but I’m taking on more hours at Verge and fewer at the shop, so I’ll do what I need so that she’s protected. “You can sit on my lap and work on your book or sit at the desk and write. I’ll get you whatever you need to make that happen. Got it?”