Chapter 24
Carter
I needed that release. Now I can slow down enough to make sure the rest of this means what it is supposed to mean between us.
I need her to understand, beyond a shadow of a doubt, why disappearing without warning cannot happen again in this life.
If she did, her life would be in danger. Maybe even over.
Once a Bachman, always a Bachman.
But I do not get to turn fear into permission. She chose this dynamic when she married me, and for something this intense I want to hear that choice from her again.
The punishment can be hard. The choice to enter it still has to be hers.
I have her bent over the edge of the bed.
Every inch of her is bared to me. She wears nothing.
In my hand, I hold a cloth, warm with water.
I lean over her. Taking my time, I clean her intimate areas.
Wiping what’s left of our earlier sex. I’m careful to add gentle pressure as I go over her clit, the entrance of her cunt…
her sweet little bottom hole. I say, “You need to have a clean bottom for your punishment.”
A shiver runs through her. She makes that little mewing whine I love so much.
I snap the wet cloth against her ass. She gives a cry. A red mark wells up. I toss it to the side.
There’s a glistening between her legs but it’s not from the water on the rag.
I set the paddle down and touch her hip instead. “Look at me, Sasha.” When she does, I wait until the teasing nervousness clears enough for me to see her. “We can stop here. No plug. No paddle. No scene. Tell me what you want.”
Her throat moves as she swallows. Then she reaches back and puts her hand over mine. “I want what we agreed to. I want you to make the lesson impossible to forget. And if I tell you to stop, you stop.”
“Immediately.” I kiss the center of her back. “Good. Then we do this our way.”
I say, “Tell me what happens to little girls who run away?”
Her voice trembles, but she says the words, repeating what I told her on the plane ride home. “Plugged, paddled, pantied?”
“Good girl. Let’s start with the plug. Your bottom will be nice and full when it gets the paddling you’ve earned.”
She whimpers.
I almost feel sorry for her.
But then I remember what is at stake.
Her life.
Before we exchanged vows, I sat her down. Explained how things work in the family. Made sure the danger was crystal clear to her. Now to drive the message home. I have everything I need ready and at my disposal. I tell her to lie on her back on the bed.
She stands, looking at me with a furrowed brow.
I’ve always plugged her from behind, as she lies over something.
She doesn’t question. Instead, she obeys.
She crawls across the bed, lying on her back. Her arms go behind her head. Her legs cross at the ankle.
She looks quite comfortable.
A little too comfortable.
I snatch her foot, throwing it onto the bed so her legs are spread.
Her arms instantly fly from behind her head to cover her exposed breasts. Her eyes are wide now.
She’s getting the idea.
I tell her to grab her knees and hold her legs against her chest.
She does.
I hold the plug in front of her. I take the light green tube of jelly—the one with the hint of menthol that will leave her bottom burning, her cunt confused and pulsing with desire—and apply a generous dollop on the head of her bullet.
I kneel on the bed before her. I put my hand on her hip, turning her slightly. With her ass cheeks together and her hands holding her legs against her chest, I get to work.
I slide the minty bullet between the cheeks of her ass, finding her bottom hole. I press in. She resists, and the bullet comes out. I give her one look, one raised brow, and suddenly, she’s relaxing and the bullet is sliding up within her.
I give it a good push—one that leaves her gasping—and ensure the handle is in place. I move her hip and press her back into the bed.
Like a good girl, she’s still holding her knees.
“Plugged, now it’s time to paddle.”
She gives a gulp.
I take the heavy paddle in my right hand. With my left, I grab her ankles, pressing them together and locking them in my fingers. I hold her legs up.
She says, “Carter, what are you doing?” Her hands go to her sides, pressing into the bed. Her fingers clutch at the fabric of the comforter as she looks at me, wide-eyed and wild.
“This is the position you get spanked in when you’ve been a very, very bad girl. Running off and leaving the country earns you this.”
Her gaze leaves mine, a red flush rising in her cheeks.
“This position pulls your skin tight. So you can feel the fullest extent of each punishing spank of the wood of the paddle. Only the naughtiest of girls get spanked like this… the diaper position.”
She’s squirming now. From my words and the mint that is beginning to warm the inside of her bottom. She gives a little whimper.
I bring the paddle down, careful to avoid the handle of the plug. Her eyes widen and she cries out as it lands. A red welt pops up on her skin. Her fingers grab at the fabric of the comforter. “One,” I say.
I give her nine more good hard strokes with the wooden paddle.
Each one leaves a long red welt. Each one has her crying out, promising to be good.
By the end, she’s a sobbing, pleading mess.
I help her from the bed and she goes to me to be held.
My arms wrap around her and hold her for a minute.
Then I say, “No more cuddles, I’m afraid.
You aren’t finished with your punishment.
” There’s a tug in my chest at the sight of the tears rolling down her cheeks.
At her poor, paddled, plugged bottom. But I’m determined to teach her a thorough lesson.
I say, “We have one more step left. What is it?”
She says, “Now I’m to put on my naughty girl panties.”
“That’s right. Go and get them from the drawer.”
She turns and I watch as she walks on tiptoe, the inside of her ass plugged and fiery, her bottom perfectly reddened by my paddle.
She returns to me, white ruffled panties in hand. I take them from her. As they always do, her hands go to my shoulders, steadying herself as I hold the panties out for her to step into.
I pull them up. She winces as I put them in place over her sore curves. I pat her bottom. My eyes gaze over her breasts, her soft stomach, that little pink bow.
“Now the window,” I say. I take her hand and lead her to the front of the room. I place her at the window, her pantied, punished bottom on display for all the Village to see. Ruffles out. She lifts her hands and places them behind her head, as she should.
I leave the room.
My cock throbbing the whole time.