He patted my face lightly. “Good girl. Now let’s get you set up. Face down.”
I climbed onto the bed and stretched out the way he wanted, my pulse already thumping hard enough that I could hear it in my ears. He secured my wrists in the leather cuffs attached to the headboard, then slid a wedge pillow beneath my hips so my ass tilted up and my whole body was positioned to give him the best access to it.
That alone made me feel exposed in a way I liked so much I hated myself a little for it.
He moved behind me and I twisted my head just enough to watch him reach into his back pocket and pull out the paddle.
Red leather.
His paddle.
He had shown it to me before and told me it was his personal one, the one he saved for his favorite subs, and even now that detail hit me right in the chest. The handle fit into his hand like it belonged there, and the broad leather head looked heavy enough to hurt.
He dragged it over the curve of my ass, not striking yet, just letting me feel it.
“We’ll start with five,” he said. “And you’re going to thank me for every one.”
I swallowed. “Yes, Daddy.”
The first crack of the paddle landed hard across my right cheek, sharp and stinging. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. I sucked in a sharp breath as the burn bloomed instantly across my skin.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The second landed on the same cheek, and this time I felt the sting spread wider, sinking in deeper now that he had found the spot and clearly had no intention of being nice about it.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
By the third, something in my body stopped resisting and started leaning into it. The sting turned hot, the pressure built on top of itself, and I could feel wetness gathering between my legs in a way that was both humiliating and impossible to deny.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The fourth made me tense and then melt right after, and that was when I realized, with a flash of disbelief, that I liked this. I did not just like the idea of it. I liked the way my ass was glowing hot. I loved how the pain lit up every nerve and made my pussy drip for him.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The fifth and final crack landed with punishing force. I cried out, the sound half-pain, half-pleasure. By the time the echo faded, I was already aching for more. Already imagining all the ways I could brat out again just to earn another five, or ten, or twenty.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He set the paddle aside with a soft thud. Then his gloved hand smoothed slowly over the swollen, burning cheek he’d just punished, massaging the fierce heat deeper into my skin. The latex felt cool against the throbbing flesh, making me shiver.
“There she is,” he said quietly. “I knew my filthy little girl was going to love getting her ass spanked raw.”
His hand slid boldly between my spread thighs without warning. Two thick fingers parted my soaked folds, and he let out a low, rumbling growl of approval that vibrated straight through me.
“Fuck, look at you,” he said, voice dripping with filthy praise. “Dripping like a desperate little whore just from a few swats on your ass. Your pretty cunt is soaked.”
He dragged his fingers slowly through my slickness, spreading my wetness all over my swollen pussy lips and to my throbbing clit. My hips jerked hard, a needy whine escaping my throat as I pressed my burning face into the sheets.
Then his tone dropped, turning darker, meaner.
“You little slut.”
I froze.
The words kept coming, still calm, still part of the scene, but something in me had already gone tight.
He kept stroking me lazily, fingers gliding through my dripping folds as he continued, calm and cruel. “So fucking worked up just from getting your ass paddled. Look at thisgreedy little cunt, clenching and leaking all over my fingers like you’re dying to be used.”