Was she? She took stock for a second. She wasn’t ready to let go of the guilt yet, so she guessed not.
“No, Sir.”
“Do you need me to help you remain still?”
A sob rocked her body. “No, Sir.”
“Seven more.”
Two more landed quickly, one on each cheek. Fire engulfed her ass. She dropped her forehead to the bed and just tried to breathe through the pain. Two more and the dam broke. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Her body shook with her sobs. The final smacks of the paddle had her nearly screaming. When he was done, he scooped her up into his arms and lay on the bed with her on top of him, crying into his chest.
“That’s it, brown eyes. Let it all out. That’s it. I have you. I have you, baby.” He murmured to her as her cries quieted. Finally, they lay in silence. She rested her cheek on his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Empty. But it’s a good empty not a bad empty.”
“Guilt’s gone?”
“Yes, it’s gone.”
“So you don’t need another paddling?”
She shuddered. “Never again. That hurt.”
He chuckled. “That’s the point. And never say never.” He lightly rubbed her ass and she growled, trying to keep her bottom out of his reach. “Poor baby, got her butt paddled.”
Her stomach grumbled, to her shock.
“Huh, seems being paddled makes my girl hungry. Maybe we should make it an everyday occurrence.”
“Don’t even think about it!” She didn’t want him joking about it. That paddling had hurt!
He sat up then stood with her in his arms, bridal style. She clung to his shoulders as he carried her out of the bedroom. “Where are we going?”
“To get you something to eat, of course.”
“I don’t need anything.”
He just growled in response.
“At least let me get some clothes,” she pr
otested.
“You don’t need clothes.” He somehow navigated the stairs with her in his arms and set her down on the sofa. She hissed and immediately moved onto her knees.
“I’m going to heat up the pizza,” he told her, kissing her on the top of the head.
They ate pizza while kneeling in front of the coffee table. Her naked, him with a bare chest that kept distracting her, particularly his pierced nipple.
“Keep eating,” he growled at her.
“Maybe I should get a tattoo.”
“Hmm, you’d look good with a Property of Ink tattoo on your ass.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I’m not getting that.”