Safe in His Arms (17 page)

“I still don’t think you’re right.”

Zac’s insistence on switching Parker to a more serious studio, where he’d take lessons three times a week, had upset her. As much as she adored Zac, she didn’t want their son to grow up to be like him.

“I didn’t spank you because I’m right,” he said mildly.

Some of the remaining resistance in her fell away. “Why did you spank me?” she asked, expecting an answer about her temper tantrum, or disrespect.

“Because it calms you down so we can talk.”

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “You’re thirsty,” he said. “Go get your water bottle.” He helped her to her feet and patted her ass as she left to cross the room for her drink. She drank several gulps as she returned and stopped in front of him, feeling suddenly shyer than a unicorn.

“Baby.” He reached an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, her sore bottom stinging at the friction of movement over his khakis.

“I don’t spank you because I know better, or because I’m right. I spank you because you need it.”

Her last defense flew away and she crumbled into another wet mess of tears. He was right, she did need it. It helped her release her frustrated emotions, broke down her defenses, and opened her heart. He pulled her against his shoulder and rocked her, rubbing her back. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too,” she sniffed. She buried her face against his neck until she’d recovered. When she lifted her head, Zac nudged her off his lap.

“Go stand in the corner with your panties down.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

She stood, her legs still trembling from the spanking, and obeyed, putting her nose in the corner and pulling her panties back down. “This is a punishment.”

“It is,” she heard Zac’s silky voice approaching her from behind. “But I’m not doing it to punish you.”

“Why are you doing it?”

His arms wrapped around her and one hand slid down her belly in the direction of her pussy, which was dripping with moisture.

“Why do you think?”

She hid a smile, though he wouldn’t have seen it anyway.

His finger slid over her wet and swollen sex. “You’ve been a naughty girl, and naughty girls get corner time. With their bare, punished bottoms on display.” His other hand caressed her tender butt cheeks. “You know what I like to do with a punished bottom?”

“What?” she whispered.

“I like to fuck it. Would you like that, Becca?”

She couldn’t answer, wanting it, but not wanting to ruin the punishment feel of his threat by admitting she wanted it. Or to admit to him she was a little afraid, though he probably already knew.

“Go bend over the bed,” he murmured, pulling her panties all the way off.

“Yes, sir.” Heart thumping, she folded her torso over the side of the bed, presenting her ass to him. She listened to his movements as he opened and closed the nightstand drawer and then gasped when he peppered her bottom with a flurry of spanks. They hurt worse after the corner time break, as if her flesh had had a chance to register just how sore it really was. “Ow! Please, Zac!”

“No, Becca,” came his silky reply in her ear. “You’ve been a naughty girl so I have to be very, very strict with you.”

The words “naughty” and “strict” wound her up, and she gave a soft moan, just as she felt the cool application of lube on her back hole. Zac rubbed the rounded tip of a butt plug in her pussy, wetting it with her juices.

“Do you want me to punish your asshole?” he asked softly.

She moaned and he pushed the slickened plug against her resisting entryway.

“Open for me,” he commanded, and her body obeyed at once, the muscles of her pelvic floor relaxing, her pussy spasming and her tight sphincter spreading wide to allow the plug to slip in. It filled her, but there was no pain. Rather, it created a sense of urgency, making her desperate to come. Her legs shuddered as his fingers slid inside her and he pressed the plug deeper.

“Oh, God…”

“Yes, you’ve been a bad girl, Becca, and bad girls get punished.” He shoved the plug as deep as it would go with little pulses, fucking her with it. She made a keening sort of sound in the back of her throat.

“Please?”

“Please what? Please fuck my ass?”

He continued to push the plug in as his fingers plunged in her slick depths. She couldn’t answer. She was nearly delirious with need, her mind already exploded into a non-verbal consciousness.

“Yes, I’m going to teach you to be a good girl, Becca. Can you be my good girl?”

“Yes!” she gasped urgently.

“What will you do for me?”

“Anything!” The vague idea of serving him like a slave flashed through her mind, crawling on her knees, or being ordered to suck his cock, and a small orgasm ripped through her, though with the plug in her ass, she couldn’t tighten her pelvic floor the way she normally did.

He slid his cock into her pussy, and the sense of being too full, with the double penetration of the plug and his cock made her sob with need. He pumped into her, pushing the plug in deeply each time he filled her until the combined sensation of cock and plug had her clawing the bedcovers, offering soft sobs of desire. She felt his own desire growing as he increased his tempo and intensity, but just before she shattered, he pulled out, nearly making her weep. He removed the butt plug and pressed himself into her ass, sliding in easily, but filling her so much farther with his cock.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. He gripped her shoulder and slid in and out, a careful gliding that was more satisfying to her than receiving him in her pussy, even as it was far too much. She squeezed her eyes shut and relished the sensation, squealing each time it pushed her comfort, moaning for more each time he retreated.

“Yes,” Zac cried, increasing his tempo and she echoed him, triumphant over his pleasure, greedy for her release. He pounded into her, his strokes growing more reckless and she sobbed the word “yes” over and over until he pressed into the hilt and orgasmed, crying, “Now, Becca!”

Her body climaxed on his command, her legs shivering spasmodically as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her.

Dear God, that was amazing.

She felt barely conscious as Zac slipped out of her and lifted her limp body onto the bed, curling his body around hers.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He kissed her temple.

“We can try the new Kung Fu studio. I’m not afraid anymore.”

He ran the pad of his finger along her cheekbone. “It’s not my intention to raise a warrior—is that what you’re afraid of?”

She nodded.

“What I like about a serious studio is he’ll gain confidence and learn structure and discipline. He could get the same thing from ballet or soccer, but it’s Kung Fu he’s interested in.”

“What if it were ballet he was interested in?” she challenged.

He grinned at her. “I would not stand in his way.”

Her heart pounded in that inexplicable way it always did when she approved of him as a parent. It was like falling in love all over again, every time.

“Thanks for the spanking, too,” she said in a small voice.

He grinned, understanding her perfectly.

“Anytime.”

“Don’t you mean
every
time?”

He rolled her onto her back and climbed over her. “No sulking, sweetheart. I’ve got more of that where it came from.”

She giggled, lifting her lips for a kiss, reveling in the way he held her down when he met her lips, the dominance already rekindling her desire.

The End

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