Savage (Spartan Watchmen MC #4)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

SAVANNAH

“ T here are a couple types of spankings, sweetheart. Spanking you because you need it, or because I want to be the same as disciplining you. I’m going to spank you now, not because I am disciplining you. Did you lie to me? Yes. But you lied to protect your sister and your niece. Starting right now, there will be no lies between us, Savannah. Only truth. I can’t protect you if I don’t know what is going on. Do you understand me?”

“Y-y-es,” she stuttered. “I understand.”

“This spanking is about release, sweetheart," Savage said. "A way to let go of the guilt and fear you've been carrying."

Savannah swallowed hard, her throat tight. Part of her wanted to run away, to escape the intensity of this moment. But another part, a part she barely recognized, needed to surrender to his care.

"I... I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Savage leaned forward, his massive frame dwarfing her. She knew she wasn’t a small woman, and had known for years she needed a man big enough to go toe to toe with her. Well, she’d definitely found it with him. "You can do it, sweetheart. All you have to do is surrender to me. I’ll take it slow. First, we need to establish a safeword."

"A safeword?" Savannah shouldn’t be confused. She’d read about them in her research. She just assumed Savage wouldn’t give her one. He seemed to want to be completely in control at all times.

"It's a word you can use if things become too intense," Savage explained patiently. "Something that lets me know you need to pause or stop completely. It is not intended to be used to stop the spanking because it hurts. Spankings will hurt. This one and any I give you in the future. Your safeword is intended to be used if the spanking becomes more than you can endure, if you are overwhelmed emotionally or if you feel sick or injured. If you use it, I will stop what I am doing immediately, and we will address whatever is going on. I’d rather you overuse your safeword than be afraid to use it.”

Savannah nodded slowly, considering. Her mind raced through possibilities, searching for something that felt right. Something that would sound out of place and cause him to stop.

"Buttercup," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing pink. "It’s my favorite candy. My safeword is buttercup."

A ghost of a smile touched Savage's lips. "Buttercup it is, little one. You can use it anytime, no questions asked. I will be more upset with you if you needed to use it and didn’t, then if you overuse it, especially this early on. Understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You mean, Yes, Daddy,” he corrected.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you ready?”

Savannah took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Could she really trust this man? This dangerous, enigmatic biker who had turned her world upside down? Her heart said yes, even as her head hurt from the chaotic thoughts swirling inside of it. "What if... what if it hurts too much?" she finally asked. She twisted her hands in her lap, fighting the urge to bolt from the room.

"I won't ever lie to you, baby girl. There will be pain," he said, his deep voice gentle yet firm. "But I'm here to guide you through it, to help you release the guilt you've been carrying. I'll never push you beyond what you can handle. With the pain will come a sweet cathartic release."

Savannah nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "You promise?"

"I swear it," Savage replied, his expression solemn. "Your safety, your well-being – they're my top priority. Always. I understand why you are feeling the way you are, even if you are not to blame for the situation. Lying and deceiving people is wrong, and it feels wrong. You did what you had to do to survive and to keep your sister and niece safe. I’m not going to punish you for that. But I will help you get rid of some of the emotional baggage you are carrying around from it. And I want you to know, I don’t think a therapeutic spanking is a cure all. It’ll help temporarily, but when this is all over, I am going to take you to meet Paisley. She’s a therapist and I know she’ll be able to help you with things I can’t help with."

Savannah felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of anxiety from knowing she was about to submit to Savage and something else she couldn't quite name. He wasn’t just blowing smoke up her butt. He cared. Cared enough to want her to get into counseling. Cared enough to want to provide some help carrying the weight on her shoulders. She was surprised when he pushed himself off the couch and stood before her.

When he extended his hand and ordered, “Come here, sweetheart,” she didn’t hesitate to obey. With surprising gentleness, Savage pulled her to her feet and into his arms. The warmth of his body enveloped her, his strong arms wrapping around her trembling form. He hugged her tightly. They stood like this for a few minutes, and as he hugged her, her heart slowed and started beating at a normal pace.

She melted into his embrace, her cheek pressed against his broad chest. She could hear the steady thump of his heart, its rhythm oddly soothing. The scent of leather from his cut and something uniquely Savage filled her senses.

This is crazy. I’m crazy. Who the fuck is this girl?

Even as she thought the words, some of her anxiety began to ebb away.

How can I feel so safe with someone I barely know? With a motorcycle club officer? With someone who has admittedly killed other people?

Yet as Savage's hand stroked her back in slow, comforting circles, Savannah couldn't deny the sense of security that washed over her. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to relax.

"Alright, sweetheart," Savage said, his voice low and steady as he stepped back from her. "I'm going to explain what's going to happen next. If at any point you need me to stop, you use your safeword. Understood?"

Savannah nodded. "Y-yes, Daddy," she whispered, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"Good girl. Now, I'm going to position you over my knee. The spanking will start light, and I'll gradually increase the intensity. I'll be checking in with you throughout. Your job is to be honest about how you're feeling. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Savannah swallowed hard, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to run, to escape what was about to happen. But another part, a part she was only beginning to understand, craved what Savage was offering.

“I... I think so,” she managed.

Savage nodded. "That's my brave girl." He sat down on the couch, his powerful frame a stark contrast to Savannah's softer curves. "Come here," he instructed.

With trembling legs, Savannah approached. Savage's large hands encircled her waist, guiding her across his lap. The position felt alien, vulnerable. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure Savage could feel it.

I could run. I could say my safeword. Panic was building in her chest. But… I want this. What the fuck is wrong with me? I want this. I need this. The conflicting emotions warred within her as she lay across Savage's strong thighs, her body tense with anticipation.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Savage asked, his hand resting lightly on her lower back.

Savannah took a shaky breath. "I'm scared," she admitted. "But... I trust you."

“You don’t know how happy you just made me,” he told her.

“So, then, maybe we don’t have to do this?”

“This spanking is about me, baby girl. It’s about giving you what you need.” The first impact came as a shock, a sharp sting that made Savannah gasp. Her body tensed, hands gripping the couch cushions instinctively. The second spank followed quickly, then a third, each one sending a jolt through her system.

"Oh!" Savannah squeaked, surprise coloring her voice. The sensation was intense, but not quite what she'd expected. These didn’t hurt at all. A warmth was building as Savage continued, spreading across her bottom, seeping through the denim of her jeans.

Savage's hand came down again, steady and rhythmic. Savannah's mind raced, trying to process the unfamiliar feelings coursing through her. This isn't so bad. Her initial fear gave way to a strange sort of curiosity. It's... different. But not terrible. What was I so afraid of?

As he spanked, something weird began to happen. Her clit started throbbing, moisture pooled between her legs. Her nipples tightened under her shirt. The spanking was turning her on.

"Remember to breathe, little one," Savage commanded.

Savannah realized she'd been holding her breath and let it out in a rush. As she focused on her breathing, she found herself relaxing even more, sinking into Savage's lap. If this was what a spanking was like, she could definitely take it.

After a few more spanks, Savage paused, his hand resting on her back. "How are you doing, Savannah?" he asked.

She took a moment to assess herself. Her bottom tingled with warmth, a not unpleasant sensation. "I... I'm okay," she said. Better than okay. She wouldn’t tell him that though. She was actually enjoying this spanking way more than she ever thought possible.

"Are you ready to continue?" Savage asked, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her back.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm ready." She lifted her bottom slightly, offering it to him. Oh. She was ready. It felt… good. Why did the spanking feel good? It was warm, but not painful. Thuddy but not sharp. Just the position, laying over his strong thighs, and not having to think, was doing something wonderful to her. Is this what it's like to submit?

"Good girl," Savage murmured, his praise sending an unexpected thrill through her. "Remember your safeword if you need it."

As Savage's hand lifted again, Savannah closed her eyes, enjoying herself. Despite her lingering nervousness, a part of her was eager to discover where this would lead. She wasn’t expecting him to stop a few seconds later. His hands moved to her waist, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Stand up for me, baby girl," he instructed, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Savannah obeyed, confused. Was it over? Was that it? What about the cathartic release? Did he think she’d found it? Oh, her pussy was definitely throbbing, and her nipples were tingling but she hadn’t found any sort of emotional release.

"I'm going to lower your jeans now," Savage said, his fingers hooking into her belt loops. "Are you okay with that?"

Savannah's heart raced, her cheeks burning at the realization that she was relieved it wasn’t over. "Y-yes, Daddy.”

As he slowly pulled her jeans down, leaving her in just her pastel pink underwear, Savannah felt utterly exposed. She crossed her arms over her chest, fighting the urge to cover herself even though she still had her shirt on.

"You're doing so well," Savage murmured, his blue eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “I’m proud of you.” He guided her back over his lap, his large hand resting on the small of her back. The cool air on her bare thighs made Savannah shiver.

"Ready?" Savage asked.

Savannah nodded, unable to form words. The first smack on her barely covered bottom made her gasp. It was sharper, more intense than before. The thin layer of panties between his hand and her behind was not exactly protective.

As Savage continued, alternating cheeks, Savannah found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensations. The sting of each spank melded with an unexpected warmth spreading through her core. These swats hurt more than the previous ones. They built on the foundation he’d just built. It was then that she realized fully, he knew exactly what he was doing.

This should hurt a lot more than this, she thought, bewildered by her body's response. Why doesn't it feel good? She was enjoying the pain. What did that say about her? Was there something wrong with her?

Savage paused again, his fingers playing with the waistband of her underwear. "These are coming off now," he said, his voice husky.

Savannah's breath hitched. "O-okay," she stammered, lifting her hips slightly to allow him to slide the fabric down. She craved this. She fucking needed it, and she refused to allow herself to feel ashamed by it. As the cool air hit her fully exposed skin, Savannah felt a jolt of something unfamiliar - a heady mix of vulnerability and exhilaration that left her dizzy. He was going to see how fucking wet she was. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the thought turned her on even more.

"Remember, you can use your safeword at any time," he reminded her.

Savannah nodded, her throat tight. "I remember," she whispered.

The spanking resumed then in earnest, each impact sending shockwaves through her body. Oh. This was different. This was not a gentle building. This was an inferno. Swat after swat came down on her bare butt and it hurt. Hurt bad. She started shifting her hips from side to side. As if he’d predicted her movements, he shifted, lifting her ass higher and trapping her legs underneath his, pinning her in place.

Savage's voice cut through the haze of sensation. "You're doing so well. How are you feeling?"

She swallowed hard, surprised by the catch in her voice. "I'm... okay. It hurts, but... I think I need this."

His hand paused, rubbing soothing circles on her reddened skin. "That’s correct, Savannah. You do need this. You need me to give it to you. I need you to let go now, baby girl, and just feel.”

As the spanking continued, Savannah felt something shift inside her. Her ass was on fire now, it really hurt. This was what she’d read about in her books. A real spanking. Not an erotic one, but a real, punishing, you’ll feel this when you sit down later, spanking. She knew he wasn’t punishing her but giving her a way to stop punishing herself. The pain blurred, transforming into a cathartic release. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as a sob escaped her lips.

"Let it out," Savage encouraged gently, swatting her upper thighs. "You're safe here."

A few sharp swats to her sit spot and the floodgates opened. Savannah's body shook with each sob, months of pent-up guilt and fear pouring out of her. She barely registered the spanking anymore, lost in the emotional storm.

"I'm sorry," she choked out between sobs. "I'm so sorry for everything."

Savage's hand stilled, resting warmly on her back. "You have nothing to be sorry for, little girl. Let it all go."

Savannah surrendered, her body going limp over his knee as she wept. The release was overwhelming, terrifying, and yet somehow freeing. In that moment, despite the circumstances that had brought her here, she felt safe under Savage's care.

Savage's strong arms enveloped Savannah, lifting her from his lap with surprising ease. She felt herself being cradled against his broad chest, her tears dampening his shirt. His large hands stroked her hair, the tender gesture at odds with his intimidating exterior.

"Shh, I've got you," Savage murmured, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "You're safe now, little one. Let it all out."

Savannah hiccupped, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I... I don't understand," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “I can’t explain what I’m thinking… I’m just so…”

Savage's grip tightened slightly, protective. "You don't have to understand everything right now. Just let yourself feel."

He began to move, carrying her with an ease that made her feel small and vulnerable.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"To my room, where you can rest," Savage replied. “Rest. Nothing more, sweetheart.”

They entered his bedroom, a space that felt surprisingly warm and inviting despite its lack of decor. Savage laid her down on the bed gently. "There you go, sweetheart," he said. "You did so well. I'm proud of you for being so brave."

Savannah felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and unexpected pleasure at his praise. "I... what do you get out of it?” she asked.

“I enjoyed giving you this spanking because I know you needed it. Being able to provide for your needs makes me happy, sweetheart. Now lay back and relax.”

She closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her. For a moment, she could almost forget about Zeb and the uncertain future ahead. She could allow herself to simply exist, not think, just feel. Here in this bed, she found herself protected and comforted by the very man she had been sent to betray.

Savannah sank deeper into the plush mattress, her body melting into its comfort. It felt like a sturdy cloud. Her eyelids grew heavy, fluttering as she fought against the encroaching exhaustion.

"I feel... different," she murmured. "Lighter, somehow."

Savage's hand continued its soothing motion on her back. "That's normal, sweetheart. The spanking did its job. I'm going to get you some water," Savage said softly, his hand stilling on her back. "There’s a bathroom through that door if you need to use it.”

Savannah's fingers instinctively reached out after him, brushing against his arm. "You'll come back?" she asked, hating how vulnerable she sounded.

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of Savage's mouth. "Of course, baby. I'll be right back."

As he stood and moved towards the door, Savannah felt a momentary panic. But it quickly subsided. She was safe here, in this room, in his care. Daddy Savage wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her. Her eyes grew impossibly heavy, and she surrendered to the lure of sleep.