Page 25 of Trust in Me
It was everything I needed. It scared me. Butterflies swarmed around the pit in my stomach. Would I even be able to take it?
I searched Brax’s face as he stood there, patiently. He’d said he’d take care of me. And I trusted him. He wouldn’t give me more than I could take. And anything—anything—would be easier to take than this feeling inside me right now. I nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir.”
Brax’s gaze stayed on my face for a moment. Then he nodded, like he’d found whatever he was looking for. He let go of my shoulders and stepped back. “Okay then, darlin’. Lean over the bed whenever you’re ready.”
I took a step toward the bed, then turned back to look at him. Brax stood patiently, waiting. My gaze went to where his hand sat on his belt. Thick, brown leather, worn.
This was going to hurt.
I needed it to.
I walked to the bed. I leaned forward and pressed my torso to the bed. The height of the mattress left me on my tiptoes with most of my weight on the bed itself. I gripped the soft bedspread in my fists, squeezing tighter as he came closer.
Brax placed one hand lightly on my lower back. He pulled his soft t-shirt up and held it in place on the small of my back. I gripped harder on the sheets when his fingers hooked into the elastic of my underwear.
He paused there. “Color, Avery.”
“I, um…” I was nervous. Terrified. But I needed this from him. And I knew I was safe. “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He tugged on my underwear, sliding the panties down my legs and to my ankles. “This is going to be hard, baby. Use your safe words if you need them. I’ll warm you up with my hand. Then you’re going to take ten licks with the belt. Everything will be forgiven. Still with me, sweetheart?”
I nodded. I kept my face firmly planted in the comforter.
“I need a verbal answer, Avery. Are you ready to trust me to give you this punishment?”
“I—yes, Daddy. I mean, yes, Sir!” Laid over the bed like this, about to be spanked like a naughty little girl, the title slipped out. My face heated as I buried it in the sheets again.
Brax ran his hand softly over my bare backside. “I like that, darlin’.”
The jangle of his belt buckle, followed by the whoosh as he pulled it free of his belt loops, had my insides clenching. I peeked out just long enough to see him lay it on the bed next to my face. I hid my face again as he began to lay slow spanks on my upturned ass, softer at first and then harder. He alternated sides, slowly covering every inch of skin.
I squirmed on the bed as heat built, the sting holding steady between spanks. Brax’s hand on my lower back pressed more firmly, anchoring me to the bed.
His strikes began to layer, one on top of another. My ass was on fire. Tears pricked my eyes— pain, vulnerability, regret.
“Ow, please. I’m sorry. It hurts.”
He spanked harder.
I whimpered, unable to keep it in.
Brax continued the punishment, ignoring my pleas. I wiggled my body, trying to move away from the onslaught. He just pressed harder on my lower back, keeping me in place.
He was going to ignore anything but a safe word, wasn’t he?
“Oh!” One especially firm strike landed. My hand involuntarily shot back to shield my bottom.
Brax easily caught it and anchored my hand to my lower back, never losing his rhythm. Then, the assault of his hand stopped. He picked up his belt.
“Ten licks, darlin’. Then it’s all done.”
With the first strike, the dam broke as a line of fire bloomed across my backside. Tears ran down my face as I started to sob openly. “I’m so sorry! I’m—ow, please, I’m sorry!”
Brax’s strokes came down one at a time, punctuating his lecture.
“You will trust your Daddy.”
Twack!
