Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
She lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly. He sighed. "And you're choosing punishment over telling me the truth?"
She nodded. Tex turned away. She might think she was getting away with not telling him what happened today, and he might go on letting her think that for a while. But, oh, she would tell him. Punishment was not a choice she made, just like keeping things from him was not a choice he would allow her to make.
He set the garlic cloves aside and picked up the ginger root and began peeling it.
"I think I told you in the beginning I would be harsh with you. I want to be sure you understand that. I will punish you, pet. Are you prepared for that?"
She nodded. We'll see, he thought. He carefully washed the ginger in the sink. He set it aside and washed his hands. As he dried them on a towel he turned to her. "Up," he ordered. He kept his face impassive as he watched Abby struggle to her feet with her hands behind her back. God, she was beautiful. Graceful in every way, even while bound. He was so fucking lucky.
"Come," he demanded as she finally made it to her feet. She walked toward him. He nodded to the island. "Bend over it. Put your cheek against the countertop."
Abby positioned herself in front of the island and leaned forward, resting against the surface. Tex was pleased at the sight of her curvy ass bared to him. With a feather light touch, he skimmed his fingertips over it. She jumped. He smiled. She was always so supremely aware of him.
He brought his hand down hard onto her right cheek. She made a slight squeak and jumped again. He slapped her other cheek, harder this time. She started to breathe heavily. He continued raining down blows, alternating cheeks and even reaching down and slapping the tops of her thighs. She was panting hard when he finished.
He turned to pluck a wooden cooking spoon from the holder. When he turned back, Abby was lifting herself up. He placed one hand on her back and pushed her back down. "That was just the warm up, pet. Now you're ready for your punishment."
She shivered involuntarily and he brought the wooden spoon down on her ass. It made a pleasing crack as it landed. She bucked and he gave her time to process the strike. "You will receive ten, pet. Do not clench your bottom. Every time you do, I will be forced to start over. Understand?" Abby nodded vigorously. "Good girl. That was one."
He brought the spoon down again and she jerked. He brought it up for a third blow and he saw her muscles clench in anticipation of the blow. He slapped her cheek with his bare hand and squeezed it. "Do not clench, pet." He gently began massaging her. "Relax. Do not clench." Abby took some deep breaths and slowly relaxed her cheek in his hand. "Good girl. Now we begin again." She tensed up again at his words. "Abby," he said, his voice full of warning. She forced herself to relax again.
He struck her across her left cheek. "One," he counted. He got to five allowing her time to recover between each blow, but she tightened up again. He gathered a fist full of her hair and pulled her up. In her ear he said, "You will be grateful for this instruction, pet, when we get further into the punishment. It is in your best interest to listen to me and obey. Do. Not. Clench."
He thrust her back down and stuck another blow. He couldn't go back on his word. As her Dom she had to trust that he meant what he said in all things and she had a right to expect he would follow through with whatever promises he made. Allowing her to continue without starting over would not only show her he wasn't a man of his word, but would also allow her to think that if she kept defying him, she would eventually get her way and he would end the punishments earlier. He could allow neither of these things to happen.
Tex had not, however, made her any promises as to the severity of the spanking and so he could adjust within that framework. He did so by lessening the force of each blow. "One," he repeated. This time they made it all the way to ten. He set the spoon down and took a minute to watch her.
He was so fucking proud of her. She had only ever been spanked before by him and this was the first implement he'd ever used. She'd taken it well, breathing slowly when she needed to, calming herself when she had to. She'd corrected and mastered herself beautifully.