“Okay,” she said quickly, not giving herself time to think about it. “Pick me up in thirty, though. I can’t take the car.” Her men had hidden her keys.
“Thank you!”
*****
Of course, Addy knew she was in deep trouble when she walked through the front door. Even if she hadn’t seen Dash’s vehicle parked out the front, his bellowed yell for her to get her butt into the living room would have done it.
She stepped into the living room to find him pacing back and forth. He was livid, his face red and his eyes narrowed.
Going out with Michelle had been a bad idea all the way around. They hadn’t found a single dress for her. Addy had spent the whole time feeling guilty, then sick and she’d finally had to beg Michelle to take her home before she burst into tears.
“You’re home early,” she said to him, smiling weakly.
“Don’t even start, Addy. You are in so much trouble. Get into the punishment room; I will be there in five minutes. I want you naked, lying face down on the spanking bench.”
“Dash—”
“Without any arguments,” he yelled. She jumped and walked to the punishment room, moving quickly. Stripping, she lay on the spanking bench. Dash wasn’t there in five minutes, though. Fifteen minutes later and she was seriously considering getting up and going to find him when he walked in the door, tapping his belt against his thigh.
Addy gulped. “I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.”
He snorted. “I was calming myself down. You know I won’t punish you while I’m mad. Scoot down to the end of the bench, please.”
Addy moved down until her hips rested off the end of the bench. The bench was extra high, so her toes only just touched the floor. Dash immediately began spanking her bottom with his hand. That was Dash; there was never any hesitation and little conversation. If he believed she needed a spanking, she got a spanking.
No matter where they might be.
By the time he got to the belt she was already in copious amounts of pain, her bottom stinging, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Thwack! She let out a loud squeal as the belt landed.
Thwack! Lord, it burned.
Thwack!
“Please stop, oh please, Dash. I am so sore. I am so sorry.”
“Not nearly sorry enough, I’d say,” Eliot spoke up as he entered the room. Addy looked over through tear-filled eyes at his stern face.
“I’m sorry,” she wailed. The belt landed again and again and again. When it stopped she was a mess, the padding damp beneath her face, her bottom aflame, so hot and swollen she knew she wouldn’t be sitting for a long time.
Somebody rolled her to her side and wiped a cool washcloth on her face then she was held up against Dash’s chest as he sat on the rocking chair. Eliot crouched beside them and held a glass of cool water up to her lips.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
Dash kissed her forehead. “We know, baby. But I couldn’t let you away with such disobedience. Particularly when you’ve been sick.”
“Is she running a temperature or just hot from her punishment?” Eliot asked.
Dash felt her forehead, swearing profusely. “I’m a fucking idiot. She’s running a temperature. Damn, I should have checked that first. I should never have punished her.”
Her men never punished her while ill. But they did keep track of her punishments while she was ill and she always had to pay the piper in the end.
“No,” Eliot said. “You did the right thing. If she was feeling well enough to leave when she was supposed to be inside and resting, then she was well enough to be punished. Just where were you, Addy?”
“Michelle asked me to go shopping,” she explained quietly. “She needed my help.”
Eliot sighed. “You should hav