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back and forth from the shiny, dangling clamps to my face. “Then I’m going to hold your legs open while I paddle your inner thighs. Have you ever been paddled there before?”

She shakes her head, biting her lip with her little white teeth.

“No? Since it’s a tender spot, there will be just ten strokes for each demerit. Forty in all. Ten on each thigh.”

I let that sink in for moment and watch her eyes widen.

“Wh-where—?”

“Ten on each breast, baby doll. Have you had your breasts paddled before?”

“Nuh-no, Daddy. Please, Daddy, I’ve had my breasts flogged and it hurt so much.”

“The paddle has a nasty bite, but it fades fast. It won’t hurt for as long afterwards as a flogging. Will that help you stay focused and pay attention when I tell you to in the future?”

Her big eyes fill; a tear spills down each temple as she nods.

“That’s my good girl. Daddy will be so proud of you if you can take ten strokes on each breast. If it becomes too much, you can ask Daddy to paddle the undersides of your arms instead.”

“Th-thank you, Daddy. Ta very much.”

“Good girl. Ready?”

She nods and I begin.

* * *

She’s screaming by the time I finish her thighs, the soft skin bright red, her body straining as I hold her knee against the bed. Before I even switched legs, she was begging me to stop, promising she’d pay attention to every word in future. I praise her and tell her I believe her between slaps of the paddle, while she jerks against the cuffs and howls. But I don’t let her off by a single stroke. These are consequences and she needs to know I’ll follow through. I give her a count of three between smacks, so she has time if she needs to use her safe word, and so we both have time for the anticipation to build. I stroke her heated skin, wrap my finger around the chain of the Y clamp and pull up to stretch her nipples and clit. She writhes and sobs and begs and I love each and every noise I wring out of her.

After the tenth stroke on her second leg, I lean over and kiss her, letting her settle for a moment. She looks up at me, and I see again that well I fell down last night. She’s hiding nothing. In this moment, all she feels is reverence. I’m enforcing the rules I’ve given her, which makes her feel safe and cared for. I’m giving her the pain she deserves for her lack of focus. She’d do absolutely anything for me right now.

“I’m proud of you, baby doll,” I tell her, and through her tears, I see that platinum shine. “Daddy’s going to reward you with a little orgasm. It’s going to hurt while Daddy fucks you because your thighs are sore, but it’s going to feel good when you come.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. “Ta very much, Daddy.”

“Sweet baby.” I move between her thighs. Holding my cock, I rub the head up and down her pussy lips, drenched from the paddling. I bump her clit, still held in the rubber jaws of the Y clamp with each stroke and she goes wild, kicking her legs out. I wait for her to settle, murmuring to her about what a good girl she is, how crazy Daddy is about his baby, until she lifts her knees again. Then I push my cock into her sweet, pulsing cunt, thrusting deep until my thighs slap hers.

She howls with the onslaught of pain and pleasure, bucking and thrashing. I lower my weight onto her and ride her into an orgasm that wrings completely different screams out of her. Hoarse and growling, these sound like they’re ripped out of her chest. Her contractions are so strong, she lifts us both off the mattress. I grab the headboard to hold us steady as she judders against me.

She sobs as she comes down from that peak of intense sensation. I hold her tightly and slow my strokes until I’m motionless, lying hard within her as her little cunt clutches and pulses. What achingly sweet sensations. Emily comes beautifully. I stroke her cheek and throat and kiss her wet eyelids while I tell her what an angel she is, how proud she makes Daddy. Her sobs fade to whimpers and I withdraw from her slowly.

I release her clit from the clamp to her muffled howl. It’s already red and swollen and don’t want it to become desensitized. She deserves another orgasm after I paddle her breasts. These are consequences, not punishment, and while I generally don’t reward my subs with orgasms after they’ve broken a rule, I have no problem reinforcing a simple lesson with pleasure. While she watches me tearfully, I take the clamp off each nipple and rub against the returning rush of blood. She whimpers when I get a little meaner, tugging and pinching her nipples. I warm up her left breast with a couple of cupped-palm slaps. Her skin flushes right from the first hit. She’s so beautifully responsive.

When I pick up the black paddle, she begins tugging on the cuffs.

“Please, Daddy, no,” she begs. “Please just your hand. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll pay attention to every word. Please, please, the paddle stings so much. I hate the paddle.”

I keep warming her up while I answer her. Pinching and pulling on her nipples between slaps. “Is that the choice Daddy gave you?”

She shakes her head, eyes filling, dark hair sticking to her red, wet cheeks. Beautiful girl.

“Then you must be trying to negotiate consequences with Daddy. Is that what you’re trying to do?”

She bites at her lower lip, realizing her mistake. What she’s really trying to do is to get me to give her pleasure instead of pain, because she’s clearly turned-on by the tit-spanking, while the paddle tips over into pain she has to work through. This is something pretty much every bottom tries at

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