“What? No.” She waved her hands in front of her. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she screamed.
“Oh, I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than touch you.” He chuckled, grabbing her forearm tightly.
She yanked back, throwing all her weight downward, trying to get away from him. But there would be no escape.
“Stop!” She kicked her feet at him. Thankfully, they’d already removed her shoes, so her bare foot striking his shin did nothing but irritate him.
He calmly dragged her back to the bed, a narrow twin bed made specifically for the girls of the House. Sitting down on the edge, he gave one quick tug and had her over his lap easily. She squirmed. Given how small her build was, he was surprised by the strength in her. He captured her waist with one arm, pinning her against his body and quickly went to work.
“Fuck you! Let me go right now!”
Bringing his hand down on her ass at first shocked her into silence, but it only lasted a moment. She doubled her efforts to get away from him, but he held her firmly and continued to rain the spanks down over her cheeks.
The thin dress the girls were given to wear couldn’t be giving her much protection, but when she continued to scream and fight him, he decided to remove even that barrier.
“Settle down,” he demanded and yanked the hem of the dress up to her waist, giving him the first look at her luscious curves.
She froze.
With a feather touch, he traced the curve of each ass cheek. Harsh red blotches marred her creamy flesh.
“Stop it.” She sounded as though she were speaking through clenched teeth. “Please.”
“Ah, so you do have some manners.” He patted one cheek, watching the sweet rebound after the soft smack. “Remember to use them from now on and you can avoid more of this.”
“No!” Her hand flung behind her. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head. Easily, he pinned her wrist to the small of her back and continued the spanking. Now with her dress up, he could be more accurate, assuring not a single speck of her ass went untouched.
The squirming resumed but quickly receded as he increased the force of the spanks. Her sobs broke through the repetitive sound of his hand meeting her ass.
Only when her body relented and softened did he stop the spanking. Her shoulders shook, but he paid no attention to her tears.
She’d earned them, and she could keep them.
He rested his hand on her ass, the heat of her flesh matching that of his palm. She wasn’t the only one with a sting to work through; his hand had endured the pain as well. Though his enjoyment of watching her wiggle, and the sweet sound of her cries offset the sting.
“Everything okay, Costello?” Nancy, one of the women in charge of taking care of the girls bathing and dressing when the Daddies were busy, popped her head into the room. She’d no doubt been waiting in the hallway listening for the spanking to end before opening the door. Although Nancy wasn’t allowed to punish the girls herself, she wasn’t shy about tattling on them and sticking around to watch the spanking be doled out.
“Yes. Just a small rebellion.” Costello ran his hand in circles over Ariana’s ass cheeks. Although some girls liked the attention after their asses had been lit up, Ariana tensed. Did she not understand the difference between punishment and a caress?
“Looks like there’s been a spill.” Nancy stepped inside and picked up the opened sippy cup, holding the lid and the cup separately.
“I need the suppository kit,” Costello stated. If Nancy was waiting for the full story of Ariana’s misdeeds, she could wait all day. He wasn’t going to give her any more of a picture for her personal spank bank.
Nancy pulled a small kit from the nightstand drawer and handed it to him. The tip of her tongue peeked out of her mouth and touched her top lip as she took in Ariana’s red, well-spanked ass.
“Thanks.” Costello’s firm voice drew her attention back to him again. “You can go.”
She scrunched up her lips. “You might need some help.”
“I’m fine. Go.” Costello gestured with his chin toward the door.
Ariana’s sobs softened to soft sniffles, but her body remained tight. At least she wasn’t fighting him anymore.
“Fine.” Nancy turned toward the door in her typical huff when not allowed to assist with disciplining or dealing with one of the girls.
“She’s gone.” Costello patted Ariana’s thigh.
Ariana started to push off the bed, but he pressed harder on her back to keep her down. “We aren’t done yet,” he warned.
Ariana strained her neck to look over her shoulder at him. Streaks of tears ran down her red, puffy cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with the unfallen tears, but what struck him hard in the chest were her pupils. Large and round.