Page 79 of Redline Baby

"Restraint?"

My face heats.

"You can hold me in place if I'm just squirming or kicking because it hurts."

"If you say Red?"

"You let me go."

"Do you still want that?"

My stomach flips.

"Yes, Daddy."

"And we're still agreed that punishment spankings can be bare without me asking every time?"

I somehow get even hotter.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy."

Oh, fuck him. Soren pats his thigh. My stomach drops through the floor. My cock has apparently failed to understand that I'm in trouble.

Typical.

I lower myself over his lap. He adjusts me until I'm stable. Then his hand settles against my back.

"This is a punishment, Kit."

"I know."

"It's supposed to hurt."

"I know."

I nod.

"Words."

"Yes, Daddy," I say.

"Good."

I hear movement near the bag. Then Soren shows me the wooden hairbrush before he uses it. My stomach does something unfortunate.

"Oh, fuck."

He lowers my jeans and underwear. No surprise. We already agreed to this. Somehow that makes the vulnerability worse. Or better. Possibly both.

The first strike lands.

My entire body jerks.

"Fuck!"

The burn goes straight through me. My fingers clamp around the edge of the stool. The second lands somewhere slightly different. Same intensity. Still horrible. My hips jerk. Then another.