Chapter 25
Sasha
He says, “What you did worried the entire Village. As I’ve told you before, if you offend the Village, they will witness you being punished.”
I gulp. I want him to hold me in his lap. I want to cry into his chest. Instead, he says, “I have work to do. Don’t move an inch. I want you thinking only of what you did. And how you will never do it again.” He gives me a stern look, and he’s gone.
My ass is absolutely on fire. The paddle left me throbbing.
I want to rub it.
The menthol-covered plug is stuck up in my ass. With every punishing thwack of the paddle, it felt as if it were digging in further. The mint has my ass burning.
I want to reach inside of my panties and yank the damn thing out.
My pussy, so well fucked early in the day, is now a weeping, begging mess. I keep clenching the muscles of my pussy, looking for relief. But that only serves to tighten my ass around my bullet and further drive me crazy in that department.
I want to put my fingers down the front of my naughty little panties and rub away all the tension.
But I wouldn’t dare.
He would know.
Or worse—someone would see me pleasuring myself and report it to Carter.
But the pulsing and clenching is killing me. How much could they see from the back anyway?
I shake the thought of self-pleasuring from my head. A terrible idea. I don’t even want to think about what he would do to me if he walked in and found my hands down past my pink bow—
I’m supposed to be thinking about what I did.
And how I’ll never do it again.
I wouldn’t dream of leaving—even before the punishment! After seeing Carter’s face at my parents’, when he came to get me, I could never leave him again.
And even though I’m a mess of horniness, shame, and pain, I’m glad for this punishment. Who knows what I’d do in a fit of rage if Carter hadn’t taken to teaching me this lesson?
The lesson involving… the diaper position.
A flush creeps into my face now, as it did when he first said it.
I can’t believe there’s such a thing.
But… it works.
Shame filled me like I’ve never felt before when he locked my ankles in his hand. Holding my legs up. Exposing my plugged bottom and wet cunny.
He was in complete control. And I was at his mercy.
Every time the paddle fell, it hurt twice that of when I’m over his lap. My skin pulled tight.
I give a shiver.
My arms are getting tired. I want to take them down and shake them so they don’t fall asleep.
But I don’t.
Instead, I’m Carter’s good girl. I stand, ruffle-covered red ass exposed to the world. Proud to be Bachman. Proud to be his baby girl.
He’s back.
His arms are around me. He’s carrying me to the bed.
He’s kissing me and murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, promises of pleasures to come.
A smile stretches over my face.
I am so loved.