Dash ran his hand down her back and over her bottom. “You understand we only do this because we love you, don’t you, darling?” he asked her huskily. Her dark, rough cowboy with a heart of gold.
Addy nodded. “I love you guys, too.”
“Good.” Dash’s hand smacked down on her butt without warning.
“Don’t ever.”
Smack!
“Ever.”
Smack! Smack!
“Scare us like that again, young lady.” Dash’s hand landed on her bottom over and over again. His hand moved down her thighs as she bit her lip, trying to hold back her cries.
“I love you, Addy,” he said softly before ten more smacks of his hand landed. Addy let out a loud sob, her buttocks on fire.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “Please stop. I won’t ever to it again.”
“Oh, baby, not yet, I’m afraid,” Eliot said. She looked back to see him pick up a paddle. “That was just your warm-up.”
Addy dropped her head onto the softly padded bench with a cry.
“You’re getting twenty, Addy,” Eliot said. “I want you to thank me for each one and ask me for another.”
“Eliot!” she cried, mortified.
The paddle landed with a heavy whack. Addy cried out.
“Addy,” Dash warned her.
“Thank you, sir, may I have another?” she spat out.
It landed again, fire arched over her skin, licking her nerve endings.
Oh man, this was going to kill her, she was sure. The pain was incredible; it seemed to fire through her blood, heating her blood.
“Please, no more, Eliot,” she cried out as they reached halfway.
“You can take it, baby,” he told her quietly. “You need to know that your behavior wasn’t acceptable. We love you too much to allow you to be so reckless with your safety. These rules are there so we can protect you honey. Now, take these last ten like a good girl.”
Addy yelled out as the paddle landed again. Sobbing, she asked him for another one. By the time her punishment was over, she was exhausted, crying heavily. Dash untied her and picking her up, carried her to the rocking chair, holding her on his lap. Eliot tucked a blanket around her as Dash rocked her until she calmed.
*****
Addy rolled over in bed and moaned as her bottom hit the mattress. God, Dash had gone to town with his hand and then Eliot had put the paddle to work. She really wouldn’t be sitting down for a week.
But after her spanking, Eliot had brought her in a sandwich and fed it to her. Then Dash had lain with her on the bed and held her until she fell asleep.
She looked over at the clock, wow, it was three already? She’d been sleeping for hours. And she had to admit, she felt far better than she had before. Not that she’d be telling Eliot and Dash that any time soon.
“Ahh, I see you’re awake.”
Addy smiled as Dash entered and sat beside her on the bed. He leaned down and kissed her, stirring her blood. God, she loved him, wanted him. She rubbed her legs together as her clit throbbed.
“That I am,” she said huskily. “Would you like to join me in bed?”
One of the truly wonderful things about being in a domestic discipline relationship such as hers was that a punishment wiped the slate clean. No lingering resentment or harsh feelings.