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his pocket and secured her. Once tied, she flexed her fingers, but he held her still with one hand, while the other caressed her bottom.
His hand smacked down hard, with no warm up. It left a red print on the pale skin.
Rose yipped and tried to kick her legs, but they were pinned under his thigh.
“Quiet, lovely,” he warned. “Others are sleeping.” His hand unleashed a flurry of spanks to her pale flesh, watching it dance and quiver and grow pink.
Rose responded with little squeaks of pain and indignation.
“Do I need to gag you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he stuffed his handkerchief in her mouth. She glowered at him, but he knew from experience she appreciated the help. She hated making a fuss, and a gag would make it easier for her to hold in the sound.
He paused. “Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment?”
In response, she thrashed, trying to free her hands and feet. He reaffirmed his hold, then slapped her bottom even harder, watching the cheeks turn a beautiful red.
She moaned into the gag, the sound betraying more anger than pain.
Lyle paused again to dip his fingers into her cunny. “My, my, so wet from your punishment,” he said. His wet fingers explored, and then started to dip between her burning cheeks.
She started squealing through the gag.
He chuckled. “All right, then. We’ll stick to discipline. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why you’re being punished, but you seem to have no shame over what you’ve done.” He kept spanking her, peppering her flesh from right to left, up and down and back again.
“Your plot manipulated two people, who must now bear the consequences of your actions. As pranks go, this was cruel, Rose.” As he spoke, he felt the fight drain out of her. He hated speaking so harshly, but he had to make his point. The whole community would be affected by the women’s nasty trick. “I know you don’t like Mr. Martin, but he doesn’t deserve your contempt. And Mrs. Lovett is innocent in all of this. Imagine someone doing the same to you, or to one of your friends.”
He let go of her wrists but continued to whale on her bottom, watching for the telltale sign of her submission. Finally, her head dropped a little, her body sagging over his knees.
It wasn’t full contrition, but it was a start.
He stopped, admiring the glowing state of her bottom. Running a light finger down her backside was enough to make her wince, but she still showed no tears. It always took a lot to make his Rose cry.
Raising her by her shoulders, he had her stand in front of him, arms still bound behind her, mouth still gagged.
“Miles got us an early Christmas present. He gave it to me just a few minutes ago.”
Watching her face, he reached down and brought out a flat piece of wood carved into a long rectangle with a handle.
Her eyes widened.
“Are you going to be good?”
Her head bobbed so hard strands of hair fell in her face. Smoothing back her hair, he took out the handkerchief so she could talk.
“Yes, please, Lyle, I’ll be good.”
He untied her hands and said, “All right. Take off your chemise and hold onto the back of the chair.”
She gave him a stricken look, and her lip trembled as her shield started to crack.
“Submit to me, Rose.” He stroked her hair. “I know you can do it.”
With a nod, she lifted off her chemise and obeyed his command.
He had to adjust himself as he approached her lovely form, positioned in readiness for her paddling. Her skin was flawless and pale, but for two red hot coals right on her sit spots.
“Arch your back, stick out your bottom for me.” He swept a hand over her, pressing lightly on her waist to guide her.
When she was in position, he swung the paddle in the air for practice, feeling the weight and heft.
When he tapped her bottom, she whimpered, but Lyle could see her nipples harden.
His first swing landed harder than he expected, and her knees buckled a little. Her groan escaped
His hand smacked down hard, with no warm up. It left a red print on the pale skin.
Rose yipped and tried to kick her legs, but they were pinned under his thigh.
“Quiet, lovely,” he warned. “Others are sleeping.” His hand unleashed a flurry of spanks to her pale flesh, watching it dance and quiver and grow pink.
Rose responded with little squeaks of pain and indignation.
“Do I need to gag you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he stuffed his handkerchief in her mouth. She glowered at him, but he knew from experience she appreciated the help. She hated making a fuss, and a gag would make it easier for her to hold in the sound.
He paused. “Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment?”
In response, she thrashed, trying to free her hands and feet. He reaffirmed his hold, then slapped her bottom even harder, watching the cheeks turn a beautiful red.
She moaned into the gag, the sound betraying more anger than pain.
Lyle paused again to dip his fingers into her cunny. “My, my, so wet from your punishment,” he said. His wet fingers explored, and then started to dip between her burning cheeks.
She started squealing through the gag.
He chuckled. “All right, then. We’ll stick to discipline. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why you’re being punished, but you seem to have no shame over what you’ve done.” He kept spanking her, peppering her flesh from right to left, up and down and back again.
“Your plot manipulated two people, who must now bear the consequences of your actions. As pranks go, this was cruel, Rose.” As he spoke, he felt the fight drain out of her. He hated speaking so harshly, but he had to make his point. The whole community would be affected by the women’s nasty trick. “I know you don’t like Mr. Martin, but he doesn’t deserve your contempt. And Mrs. Lovett is innocent in all of this. Imagine someone doing the same to you, or to one of your friends.”
He let go of her wrists but continued to whale on her bottom, watching for the telltale sign of her submission. Finally, her head dropped a little, her body sagging over his knees.
It wasn’t full contrition, but it was a start.
He stopped, admiring the glowing state of her bottom. Running a light finger down her backside was enough to make her wince, but she still showed no tears. It always took a lot to make his Rose cry.
Raising her by her shoulders, he had her stand in front of him, arms still bound behind her, mouth still gagged.
“Miles got us an early Christmas present. He gave it to me just a few minutes ago.”
Watching her face, he reached down and brought out a flat piece of wood carved into a long rectangle with a handle.
Her eyes widened.
“Are you going to be good?”
Her head bobbed so hard strands of hair fell in her face. Smoothing back her hair, he took out the handkerchief so she could talk.
“Yes, please, Lyle, I’ll be good.”
He untied her hands and said, “All right. Take off your chemise and hold onto the back of the chair.”
She gave him a stricken look, and her lip trembled as her shield started to crack.
“Submit to me, Rose.” He stroked her hair. “I know you can do it.”
With a nod, she lifted off her chemise and obeyed his command.
He had to adjust himself as he approached her lovely form, positioned in readiness for her paddling. Her skin was flawless and pale, but for two red hot coals right on her sit spots.
“Arch your back, stick out your bottom for me.” He swept a hand over her, pressing lightly on her waist to guide her.
When she was in position, he swung the paddle in the air for practice, feeling the weight and heft.
When he tapped her bottom, she whimpered, but Lyle could see her nipples harden.
His first swing landed harder than he expected, and her knees buckled a little. Her groan escaped
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