Time Out by Breanna Hayse Page B

expression on her face as he lifted his hand and began to spank Hildy in earnest.  One after another, the smacks followed suite as they landed on the pale skin of her tender bottom crease and upper thighs.  Hildy wailed loudly, begging forgiveness, promising to never do anything bad again, even begging for the paddle in lieu of Bryon’s hand.  Of course, each Top there found that last request amusing, seeing that they could use Bryon as a threat to get their little girls to behave better.
    “You want the paddle? Hank? May I, please?” Bryon asked, holding out his hand.  Hank snickered, handing it to him and ignoring the pleading look given him by his tear-stained wife.
    “How many drinks did you give Krissy?”
    “Three, Mr. Bryon.” The woman continued to cry, trying to catch her breath and wanting to rub away the pain from her scorched behind.
    “Three strokes you will get.  Count after each one, thank your Uncle for loving you enough to let me teach you this lesson, and then say you’re sorry to Krissy.”
    “Bryon, no!” Kristina begged.  Bryon ignored her. He lifted the paddle and cracked it heavily across Hildy’s sit spots.  She screamed, new tears flowing as she shook her head, unable to speak.
    “Still want the paddle instead of my hand?” Bryon asked with amusement.  Twitters filled the room with comments regarding his refined technique.  Kristina stared.  These people admired him?
    “I’m still not hearing anything, young lady.”
    The woman forced out the number, her thanks and the apology. The second blow targeted the peaks of her backside; the third the gentle curve on the underside of her bottom.  Hildy was limp and sobbing pathetically when he finished.
    “Did you learn your lesson, Miss Hildy? I’m a teacher, I could come give you another one.”
    “I learned my lesson. I’m sorry, Mr. Bryon,” she cried into her hands, unmoving across his thighs. 
    Kristina was frozen in place, fighting back anger and disgust with Bryon.  But when he picked the woman up and held her in his arms, rocking and soothing her like a little child, all Kristina’s anger melted away.  She could see his face; he was sincere in his desire to ease the pain he had brought upon her. Pride welled in Kristina’s heart as Hildy wrapped her arms around Bryon’s thick neck and leaned her head into his shoulder, accepting his comfort. All was forgiven and it showed.
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    After handing Hildy back to her uncle/husband, Bryon stretched out his hand for Kristina. “Now, let’s take care of our business, young lady.  Why are you crying?  I haven’t touched you yet.”
    “I’m scared! You’re so big and I saw what you did to poor Hildy.” Kristina sobbed, reluctantly following him as he walked up the staircase.
    “Hildy got much more than you will, my darling.  Plus, she has some calluses built up after years of being spanked.  She also did not use her safe word.”
    “What's that?”
    “At parties like this, when one Top is given permission to discipline, the subs have a safe word they can invoke to release them.  Hildy always wears the clue.”
    “Poodle?”
    “Yes.  She didn’t call it, which meant she either felt she deserved what she got or it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered you. Here’s a good room.  Go on in.”
    Kristina trembled as he closed and locked the door behind him.  He had chosen the library. Bryon noticed her looking around in confusion. “I chose this room because it will provide you with some privacy from prying ears.  It’s virtually sound proof with all the bookshelves and books.  Plus, it’s carpeted and the chair is all the way on the other side, away from the door.  Wasn’t I considerate?”
    “Yes.” Kristina whispered. 
    Bryon took her hand and led her to the cleared off desk.  He easily lifted her by the waist and sat her down on the desk’s edge to speak with her. “It’s not too late to change your mind about