Chapter 30 #3
Once we’re dry, and we’ve hung up the towels, I lead us to the bedroom.
I grab a pair of boxer briefs but nothing for Vita.
I sit on the edge of the bed before lifting her to straddle me.
If I didn’t have the underwear on, I’d be inside her again.
My cock was already alive and twitching before we left the bathroom.
I need the material barrier, or I’ll distract myself.
“I’m going to spank you, chiquita. It won’t be gentle or quick. I’m no longer angry, even if I am still hurt. I will never spank you while angry. I won’t let that emotion drive me, and I never want to underestimate my strength. I won’t risk hurting you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Why am I spanking you?”
“How far back should I recount my sins toward you?”
“Just tonight.”
“Rather than discuss it with you because I didn’t like your initial decision, I took it upon myself to handle things. I knew how strongly you’d object, so I drugged you.”
Her face drains of color as she admits the transgression. Perspiration beads along her hairline, and goosebumps form on her arms and legs. I grow concerned as I see her physical reaction, but I’m scared when she trembles enough to shake.
“Vita?”
“I’m so, so sorry. I know you said you’d forgive me, but what if you decide you can’t? What if you can’t get over the betrayal? What if—”
“What if I love you, chiquita?”
I didn’t plan those words; they just sorta tumbled out.
“Really?”
“Yes, little one. I love you.”
“How?”
I chuckle, even though I know I shouldn’t.
“You’ve worked your way into my heart. We haven’t known each other nearly long enough by most people’s measure.
But time isn’t a luxury to them. It is for us.
I won’t waste it wondering if I’m rushing.
I’m in my thirties, and until you, I’d met no one who grabbed and held my attention like you.
You’re my first and last thought every day.
I’d met no one outside my family who makes me want to take care of them or be protective of them.
No one I’d trust to walk into battle alongside.
No one who makes my heart and body ache to be near them.
No one who feels like a partner. You might not feel the sa—”
“Shh.”
She puts her right index finger against my lips as her left hand cups my chin, lifting it.
“I love you too.”
“You do?”
She chuckles at my surprise. I mean, I’ve wanted her to love me back since I began putting the pieces together that I’ve fallen in love with her. I just didn’t expect her to get to the same place as me so quickly.
“I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lives since graduating university.
At least twenty different personas. I’ve mingled among high-society and dregs of society.
I’ve been all over the world. I’ve met no other man who makes me excited to see him.
I’ve met no other man who makes me feel cared for, makes me feel special and valued.
I trust next to no one, but I trust you.
When I realized that, I knew I was already in love with you. ”
She gives me a peck on the lips before sliding off my lap. She stands beside my legs and watches me expectantly.
“I’m going to use my hand, but I’m inclined to use something else too. I don’t know what your threshold for pain is or what kinds of implements you’re comfortable with.”
“It’s pretty high for most forms of pain. I’m fine with belts, crops, whips, floggers, hairbrushes, paddles. That sort of stuff.”
“Which do you want tonight? Belt or hairbrush? Wooden spoon or plastic spatula are also options. I don’t keep a stash of BDSM toys or implements here. I’ve never had a woman here before.”
“Really?”
“I belong to a club and have had past arrangements, but they never came here. This is my sanctuary from the world. I also don’t trust strangers in my home. There are too many risks.”
“You trust me here.”
“You are hardly a stranger. You are part of my sanctuary.”
Despite what we’ve faced together, she’s still a reprieve from reality. I suppose she’s my safe space. I want her to be part of my family, and they’re the only ones welcome here.
“You choose, Daddy.”
The trust in her gaze is everything to me. I rise and cup the back of her neck as I kiss her forehead.
“Belt for tonight.”
“All right.”
I head to my closet and pull out one of my wider ones.
I fold it in half and snap it, making her tense as I approach.
I wrap the buckle and leather length around my hand several times, then slap my other palm with the tail.
I chose this one over a narrower one that would deliver more sting because this won’t be a quick spanking.
This will diffuse the pain with a deeper impact.
Our gazes meet, and Vita nods.
“Give me your consent aloud, Vita.”
“I agree to this, Daddy.”
“What’s your safe word? We didn’t establish that the last time I spanked you.”
“Moleche.”
“What’s that?”
“Green crabs. Moleche col pien is fried green crabs with eggs. I was way too young when I learned how they’re prepared, and it scarred me for life. I absolutely hate them. I will never ask for them, certainly not that dish.”
“Okay, little one. Lie across my lap.”
I position myself on the bed and open my legs. She steps between them and leans over my left one. I pin her thighs between mine, knowing the pain will make her squirm. I don’t want to hurt her by accident. I place the belt beside me because I’ll warm her up with just my hand.
“Are you ready, chiquita?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Use your safe word if you need it. Don’t take more than you can manage because this is a punishment. If I harm you, you’ll break my trust again.”
“I know, Jandro. That entirely defeats the point. I want you to see I trust you and that you can trust me. I know you’ll observe me and watch for and ask about my limits. I won’t hide anything from you.”
I lean forward and kiss her shoulder just before I bring my hand down on her horizontal crack.
She grunts and inhales, but she does nothing else.
I rain down several spanks over the fleshier parts of her ass, but I keep returning to the first spot.
After ten on each side, I rub my palm over her heated skin.
I ease some of the burn, but only temporarily.
I wrap the belt around my hand, leaving six inches loose.
I flick my wrist to deliver diagonal sharp spanks that sting.
I give each cheek love, five on each. She stomps her feet and wriggles, but she never reaches back.
Instead, she grips my ankle. It’s halfway through this first round with the belt that I feel her shudder.
I know she’s crying, the sobs making her shoulders shake.
It breaks my heart because I know she regrets her decision to drug me and escape.
I don’t want her to regret the success she had with Patrick.
I can separate the parts of the event and only be upset about one.
“Chiquita?”
“I’m all right, Jandro. I can do this. It hurts like a motherfucker, but keep going, please.”
I unravel the belt and fold it in half. This position will focus the pain in smaller, rigid areas that’ll intensify it compared to my hand and the single layer.
I vary the blows from spanks—swinging my arm with a broader angle—to strokes—a longer swing for a heavier blow.
I’m always mindful of my strength and to not overestimate what Vita can take.
I’m careful not to leave welts. She’ll have a few slight bruises, but I don’t want welts as reminders.
Some might argue they’d be a deterrent, but I don’t want either of us to have an ongoing reminder.
I ensure I vary where the leather lands until I’m up to twenty lashes.
I toss the belt aside and give Vita a chance to breathe for a moment while I caress her burgundy-colored ass.
I’m certain she believes she’s on fire with the way her entire lower half likely burns.
I help her sit with her ass cradled in the space between my legs. She sobs as her head rests on my shoulder.
“It’s done now, chiquita. We’re back to how things should be. You and me against the world.”
“You really forgive me?”
“My love is unconditional. Of course I forgive you.”
“But I—”
“Made a shitty decision that endangered both of us, but you did it with only good intentions. We’ve returned to the equilibrium we’re finding. We both got what we needed. Now it’s time to move on.”
“Thank you, Jandro. My ass will hurt for hours, but my mind and heart are clearer.”
“Stand up.”
She rises, and my hands on her waist keep her from wobbling like a day-old lamb. I grab the belt, and she pulls away.
“Hold out your wrists.”
She does as I command, but I notice her gaze jumps to the bedside table. My lips twitch as I fight not to smile.
“I’m not shackling you to the drawer handle.”
“Only because it’s a knob?”
“No. Though we’ll have to figure out something for the headboard.”
There’s nothing to anchor restraints, so I stick with wrapping the leather around her wrists.
I cinch it tightly and wrap the remaining length around and through the buckle, knowing she won’t easily break free.
I guide her arms over her head as I press between her shoulder blades, letting her know I want her to lean over the edge of the bed.
I nudge her feet apart as I drape my body over hers.
I’m careful not to press too hard against her ass, using my chest to pin her to the mattress.
“Do you feel how much larger my body is than yours?”
“Yes.”
“Can anyone or anything get to you without coming through me first?”
“No.”
Her one-word answers are breathy and fucking arousing. I slip my boxer briefs off, then my cock nestles between her ass cheeks.
“I will always be your shield, Vita. Let me stand beside you, but I will always protect you from any threat. Let me love you.”
She shudders beneath me, and I watch a tear slip from beneath her closed eye.
“I will. I love you, Jandro.”
“I love you, Vita.”