Kaitlyn,” her husband growled, his palm connecting with her quivering flesh in a barrage of spanks.
“But… it hurts!” she wailed.
“It’s supposed to. And remember, you’re paying for hurtful words, so I think the punishment fits, don’t you?”
She could find no response to that question, and as fast as the spanks were flying, she probably wouldn’t have been able to get the breath for it even if she had. She tried once more to kick her legs, but he had them pinned down. Once she gave up and relaxed into the position he’d put her in, she allowed the tears to come. They came quickly, pouring hotly down her cheeks and blurring her vision.
Right behind the tears were the sobs that she’d kept locked in her throat. Once she set them free, she was slumped and crying in earnest with no end in sight. And not just for her burning mouth, or her fiery-hot ass, though either was a reason to cry. She was crying for Sean, for how she’d hurt him. She could only hope that once this was over—if it was ever over, because she was beginning to have her doubts—that he would well and truly forgive her and allow her to make it up to him.
It was several minutes before Kaitlyn realized Sean had gone still. The spanking he had given her had created waves of heat that continued to radiate, and a burn that continued to rage long after his hand stopped delivering those stinging spanks. Even when she realized it, she still didn’t try to move. For all she knew, he might just be resting his hand for round two. She hoped not, but it was a possibility. Besides which, she was still stuck in the middle of a crying jag. She hated how she sounded—gasping, heart-rending sobs that kept coming over and over again, like a song playing on a loop. She hated it most because she knew how terrible it sounded and she didn’t like to think of Sean feeling sorry for her. Even though her ass might never recover, still it was her that should be sorry.
And she was. So very, very sorry. She intended to tell him, as soon as she regained the power of speech. So maybe in a day or two.
Sean waited, patiently patting her back as she wept. She knew she didn’t deserve his comfort, but she appreciated it nonetheless. It wasn’t until her wails subsided to sniffles that he helped her sit up on his lap.
“Feeling a little better?” he asked kindly.
“My b-butt hurts.”
He gave a little chuckle. “Well, since that’s the whole point of a spanking, you’ll understand if I say I’m glad to hear it.”
She gave him a small, teary smile, although she didn’t find it nearly as funny as he did. Which, of course she wouldn’t seeing as how it was her butt that was aching and in need of relief. “I’m very tired,” she said in a small voice, glancing over at Jarrod.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost through,” he replied, ignoring or missing her hint altogether.
“Almost?” she echoed, her gut clenching.
“Almost. Come with me to the bathroom, please.”
Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed to a standing position as Sean stood to her feet and began to make his way without further discussion to the bathroom. She gave Jarrod one more glance, only to find him staring back at her impassively, before she followed.
Kaitlyn stopped short before she ever reached the doorway. Sean was standing in the bathroom, opening up a brand-new box of Dove soap. She knew what that meant, and she didn’t like it one bit.
“Come on in.”
But she was frozen just outside the doorway, her eyes trained on that evil white box. She knew she’d messed up, but at this rate this was quickly becoming the worst day of her life! “You can’t be serious.”
“I can’t?” Sean seemed genuinely confused by her statement.
She looked back and forth between him and the thick bar of soap in his hand. She knew all too well that he could and he would, if his mind was already made up. The only chance she had was to throw herself at his feet of his mercy. “I meant
“But… it hurts!” she wailed.
“It’s supposed to. And remember, you’re paying for hurtful words, so I think the punishment fits, don’t you?”
She could find no response to that question, and as fast as the spanks were flying, she probably wouldn’t have been able to get the breath for it even if she had. She tried once more to kick her legs, but he had them pinned down. Once she gave up and relaxed into the position he’d put her in, she allowed the tears to come. They came quickly, pouring hotly down her cheeks and blurring her vision.
Right behind the tears were the sobs that she’d kept locked in her throat. Once she set them free, she was slumped and crying in earnest with no end in sight. And not just for her burning mouth, or her fiery-hot ass, though either was a reason to cry. She was crying for Sean, for how she’d hurt him. She could only hope that once this was over—if it was ever over, because she was beginning to have her doubts—that he would well and truly forgive her and allow her to make it up to him.
It was several minutes before Kaitlyn realized Sean had gone still. The spanking he had given her had created waves of heat that continued to radiate, and a burn that continued to rage long after his hand stopped delivering those stinging spanks. Even when she realized it, she still didn’t try to move. For all she knew, he might just be resting his hand for round two. She hoped not, but it was a possibility. Besides which, she was still stuck in the middle of a crying jag. She hated how she sounded—gasping, heart-rending sobs that kept coming over and over again, like a song playing on a loop. She hated it most because she knew how terrible it sounded and she didn’t like to think of Sean feeling sorry for her. Even though her ass might never recover, still it was her that should be sorry.
And she was. So very, very sorry. She intended to tell him, as soon as she regained the power of speech. So maybe in a day or two.
Sean waited, patiently patting her back as she wept. She knew she didn’t deserve his comfort, but she appreciated it nonetheless. It wasn’t until her wails subsided to sniffles that he helped her sit up on his lap.
“Feeling a little better?” he asked kindly.
“My b-butt hurts.”
He gave a little chuckle. “Well, since that’s the whole point of a spanking, you’ll understand if I say I’m glad to hear it.”
She gave him a small, teary smile, although she didn’t find it nearly as funny as he did. Which, of course she wouldn’t seeing as how it was her butt that was aching and in need of relief. “I’m very tired,” she said in a small voice, glancing over at Jarrod.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost through,” he replied, ignoring or missing her hint altogether.
“Almost?” she echoed, her gut clenching.
“Almost. Come with me to the bathroom, please.”
Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed to a standing position as Sean stood to her feet and began to make his way without further discussion to the bathroom. She gave Jarrod one more glance, only to find him staring back at her impassively, before she followed.
Kaitlyn stopped short before she ever reached the doorway. Sean was standing in the bathroom, opening up a brand-new box of Dove soap. She knew what that meant, and she didn’t like it one bit.
“Come on in.”
But she was frozen just outside the doorway, her eyes trained on that evil white box. She knew she’d messed up, but at this rate this was quickly becoming the worst day of her life! “You can’t be serious.”
“I can’t?” Sean seemed genuinely confused by her statement.
She looked back and forth between him and the thick bar of soap in his hand. She knew all too well that he could and he would, if his mind was already made up. The only chance she had was to throw herself at his feet of his mercy. “I meant
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