Chapter 71
H ad she really just said that?
What was wrong with her?
She didn’t really want a spanking, did she? But she’d once read something in a book, about how the heroine was having trouble releasing all of her tears and pain and she wanted her Daddy to spank her.
That it had been a release.
“You want a spanking?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Guess we should get started on those punishments in the naughty book.”
Which she also had to get rid of.
Because she didn’t really want all the punishments that were listed in it.
“Indie,” he said firmly. “Do you want a spanking?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to see if it will help me release everything. I just . . . I want to try.”
“You’re sure you’re healed enough?” Quaid asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s been eight weeks. I feel good now. No twinges. No pain. Although I don’t know that I’d want to lie over your lap on my incision.”
“Definitely not,” he said. Then he stood with her in his arms. He set her down on her feet and pointed to the bed. “Stand facing it. Pants and panties completely off. Lean down and put your hands on the bed, legs apart. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
She moved to the bed and stripped off her bottom half before bending over and putting her ass on display.
When he didn’t do anything, she started to shift around impatiently. She could feel her face growing hot.
Was he staring at her bottom?
“Slade said he discussed anal sex with you,” he said. “He told me that you loved having your hole fingered.”
Oh God.
Had he just said that?
“Well?”
Smack!
His hand landed on one ass cheek.
“Yes!” she cried.
“That’s better,” he told her darkly. “You need to always tell me the truth, baby girl. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as he parted her cheeks.
Was he just looking at her?
That was embarrassing.
Finally, he let her cheeks go and smacked his hand down on her ass again.
He spanked her several times before stopping and rubbing her ass. Was that it? Sure, it hurt, but it didn’t really help her.
“What’s your safeword?” he asked.
“Onion.”
“Good. Use it if you need to. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl.”
A shudder of desire ran through her .
Then he smacked his hand down again. This time she lost track of the number of times he slapped her ass.
They weren’t hard or fast. But it did go on for a long time, until her ass was heated and throbbing and there were tears tracking down her face.
She didn’t realize it at first . . . not registering how blurry her vision had become.
A sob broke free.
And that is when the dam broke and she started to sob. Big, fat sobs as tears raced down her cheeks.
Quaid stopped immediately and gathered her into his arms. He moved them so they were lying on their sides on the bed facing each other.
His arms wrapped around her tightly, just holding her as she cried. The tears felt cathartic. Like she was exorcising some demons. They’d probably return, but for the moment, she was letting go of them as much as she could.
And she was feeling again.
It was terrifying and overwhelming, and without him, she would have felt so lost.
But he kept her grounded, holding her until she was spent.
Closing her eyes, she snuggled close and drifted into nothingness.