Chapter Nine
Xan walked slowly toward the house, his conscience wearing on him. As much as he loved punishing Blythe’s soft, round bottom, and loved watching the plump flesh wobble with each swat, turning pink and then a pleasant—albeit very sore—red backside, he hated to see her sadness. Her tears excited him—always had since the day she arrived at his house. Something about those generous droplets trekking down her cheeks, her nose turning pink and that puffy bottom lip quivering sent his cock to throbbing. But her sadness, her sobbing, tugged on his heartstrings.
Causing the sadness of his girl and being the one wielding the implement of her torture came with great responsibility. He had to bring her just over the brink of her tolerance, not far enough to break her spirit. Xan adored her spirit, her intelligence, and quick whit. He wanted nothing to interfere with that part of her. His only goal was for her to learn how to curb it. How to refrain from blurting out her sarcasm and biting insults, but he wished to engage her in intelligent repartee.
But to bring her past her tolerance, watching her body melt in submission, no longer fighting, quietly sobbing, and her cries for mercy, were all indicators of a punishment brought to its fullness. It was when those three things converged that he knew a lesson had been learned and she’d do anything to avoid the near occasion again.
He knew that spreading her cunt wide to the purview to the staff would be remembered with disdain, and she’d be shielding her eyes from them for weeks imagining them seeing her inner ruffles and her honey dripping to the ground in arousal. It was one thing for her Master and captor to know her weakness, but another thing to know her secret had been unveiled, and even though she should see being a pet as demeaning, instead she found it pleasing and more than that arousing.
And I couldn’t be happier about it!
With his penis within his pants pressed firmly against the seam, just hearing her bell jingling, signaling she was on her way back to the house. Xan chanced a peek over his shoulder, her hefty globes sashaying, her nipples elongated and pebbled—more than likely from the cold and her arousal. Xan vowed he would suckle at those breasts tonight, drinking her warm milk before slumbering.
He drew a deep breath, steeling himself for the task at hand. Swinging the door wide, he let his pet enter first, her white tail swishing softly along the gentle curves of her ass. He swore her ass was made for fucking—full cheeks, ample enough to grab the excess in his fists, gripping her tightly as he slammed his cock into her, taking her to the hilt.
Christ, Xan, focus! You’re meting out a sound ass beating! The fucking is for later.
“You will all stay where you are. I’m going to punish Blythe for her disobedience and disrespect shown to you all this afternoon.”
He unsnapped her leash, leaving on her collar and tail on. “Rise and stand over here.”
She clambered up, her nerves making her movements shakier than he’d prefer, but he was willing to forgive it graciously.
“Spread your legs wide, hands on your ankles. If you move your feet, the soles of each will be switched, and then you’ll hold the switch between your arches. Clear?” He patted her haunch as she struggled to widen her legs to the distance he fancied.
“Y-yes, Sir. I…I may fall over, Master.”
“Better not.” He didn’t add to the statement; he didn’t need to. She knew the penalty for not holding to the letter of the law.
Abject obedience.
A strangled sob erupted from her throat, making his chest tighten slightly.
Poor girl.
After all, this was the mother of his child. The woman who had his initials tattooed on her labia. This is the woman who pledged her loyalty to him. And even though he thought he’d never find love, he’d fallen completely head over heels with this woman. He swore there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give her. But that didn’t mean he’d tolerate a spoiled woman either. The smooth running of his household had been important to him for many, many years before Blythe came into the fold, and she’d learn that order and respect didn’t just hold to him, but to his staff as well.
He had a lesson to teach, and he meant to teach it very well.
Once her legs were wide, he barked, “Put the palm of your hands on the inside of each knee and keep them open.”
With his left hand bracing her left hip, his right hand relentlessly slapped her inner thigh, turning the skin a bright red rather quickly. It always amazed him how fast she turned red. Between her sensitive, very white freckled skin along with her red hair, it didn’t take long for her skin to inflame.
Blythe sputtered unintelligible words, her cries increasing in pitch.
So when he switched hips, and his left hand proceeded to give the same treatment to the right thigh, she stumbled a bit, catching herself and keeping herself on the soles of her feet, not falling. Pride filled his chest, but at the same time, it was also filled with disappointment that he couldn’t go to the next level of discipline with her.
Another day.
He slapped her soft skin vigorously, the slaps echoing in the kitchen, his staff murmuring behind him. Blythe dug her finger nails into her skin, her knuckles turning white with the force of her clutch.
“Every time you walk for the next couple days, you’ll remember what happens when you walk around the house without permission. You were ordered by your nanny to stay in bed for your nap, were you not?” He slapped the top of her thigh near the lips of her pussy, eliciting a high pitched keening.
“Y-Yes! I’m…so s-sorry.”
“You’ll stay in position while I prepare for the next phase.”
She waited pitifully while he went to the utensil drawer, pulling out a slotted spoon, slapping it thoughtfully on the palm of his hand, waiting until his girl had composed herself again.
The staff were completely silent; their discomfort could be felt. None of them could make eye contact with him, some coughed into their hands, and even others took deep breaths while waiting.
“You’ll now be spanked for deciding on your own that you deserved a treat, for stealing what wasn’t yours, for sneaking around the house to the kitchen, and for sneaking into the den as well.” He tapped the hard, black spoon to her still-pink backside. He knew he wouldn’t be able to give too many of these with her bottom already marked from the paddle.
He swung his arm out and crashed it into her cheeks, moving quickly from left to right, and up and down each buttock. Mercifully, he did the paddling with light, quick flicks of his wrist.
Blythe danced on the tips of her toes, her hands waving to the side of her, knowing better than to reach back, but definitely not following his rules of decorum.
“Where do those hands belong?” He put a harsh edge to his voice, the rumble he had no doubt making her jump.
Her hands immediately went to her ankles again, her legs trembling.
Xan stayed his hand, handing the spoon over to Agnes, and he then rubbed her buttocks briskly, hoping to ease the sting as much as possible.
Her hands swiped at her nose and eyes, doing her best to clean her face.
“Turn around and apologize to Ganza.”
She slowly rose, the whole of her shaking, her face flushed. He swore she never looked sexier with her red nose and eyes; he loved the vulnerability and innocence that was restored to her demeanor with a sound spanking.
“I’m s-so sorry, Ganza. I w-won’t leave my b-bed again. P-promise.” The hiccups racked her body.
He pulled her into his chest, enveloping her in his embrace. “Poor girl. My poor, poor girl.” He cooed and rubbed her back, her tears wetting his shirt. He’d be glad when this was over and he could just hold her again, their dynamic adjusted and all forgiven between them.
Her crying had stopped, but a random hiccup overtook her.
It was time. “Okay, Blythe, bend back over. Legs wide. This is for the disrespect, for going into my den, covering the cameras, and disrespecting the staff in the house. It will be severe, pet. It has to be.”
His hands went to his waist, and he slowly undid his belt.
Blythe’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating and she stared, afraid and riveted to the process of unthreading it from his pants. He doubled it, palming the buckle, and with a wave of the looped belt, he pointed to the spot on the floor still wet with the tears of first two spankings.
She nodded, shuffling to the spot, widening her legs again and gripping her ankles tightly with each hand.
Xan, feeling benevolent, wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her against his thigh. He waited for her to relax, her back no longer tense. He then lashed the leather against her very red skin, already marked by the paddle this afternoon, doing his best to avoid the paddle marks, but in some areas, it was unavoidable. It wouldn’t take many to turn her into a very contrite girl, and he had no plans or intentions of taking her more than one swat past it either.
After less than a dozen swaths of fire, she’d succumbed to the pain, her body going limp with her forlorn wails filling the kitchen.
He tossed the belt to the floor, the buckle clattering loudly, and he leaned down scooping her up into his arms, she weighed nothing it seemed, and she turned toward him.
After all the pain and shame she’d endured, she turned her nose into his neck, finding refuge in him. The devotion humbled him and made him adore her that much more. A woman who submitted had no idea that the dominant man would give her anything her heart desired—the trust and love of a good woman made him a better man, her protector securing his loyalty forever.
“I believe my girl has paid the price of her sins. You’ll all find her to be the good girl I know she is, but if the naughty girl rises again, you are all ordered to inform me immediately. Now I’m taking my good girl to bed.”
“Good night, Sir,” they all mumbled in unison.
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Normally, Xan would have made his girl suck him off as part of her penance, but not tonight. He wanted to hold Blythe, massaging healing lotion into her abraded backside, telling her how much she means to him. Tomorrow he’d have her give him a blow job.
His fingers pressed gently, easing the lotion into her skin, the silky skin sliding under his ministrations, the scent of her arousal wafting to his nostrils.
Her hiccupping made him growl deep within his chest. The guilt nudged at him, but he fought against it. Dr. Xan Breckett was a rough leader; his staff and employees respected him for his stern rules and intolerance to any deviance from his stringent plans. His way usually was best, and he reminded them frequently. But as bosses went, he’d been told many times that he was the best boss most of them had ever had. Overall, he was protective, patient, and caring.
He berated himself. Should he have made his girl piss facing the staff, showing them her genitals?
I went too far. It was too harsh. Asshole!
The worry roiled through his gut. He wondered if he’d gone too far. One of these days, Blythe may decide that she can’t stay with him. The possibility existed that she may request a move to another fostering family.
What would I do without her? Could I even exist without her?
“I’m going to roll you up onto your hip, girl.” Grasping her hip, he tilted her up. A low moan accompanied the movement.
“I’m so sorry, Master.” Her eyes slowly welled with tears.
Xan swiped at them with the pad of his thumb. “It’s all forgiven, and I have no doubt that you won’t do it again. Right?” He raised his eyebrows at her.
“N-no. I’ll try to be good.”
“There’s no trying about it. You’re always a good girl.” Her hot, freshly spanked ass pressed against his groin when he spooned her.
“Master.”
“Yes?”
“Am I going to visit Tegan tomorrow, or am I grounded from her?” Her voice sounded small…tiny…afraid.
He gripped her chin in his fingers. “I’m not taking visitation away. You paid the price. It’s over, okay? Besides, our little girl needs to see both of us daily. It won’t be long now before she’s done with the gestation.”
Blythe rolled over, wincing when her bottom rubbed on the sheets. “How much longer, Daddy?”
“Daddy?”
“Do you like hearing that? Daddy. Our girl’s daddy.” She beamed up at him, and he stopped breathing. The weight of the responsibility that came with that title stunned him for a moment. He’d waited many years for this, never actually thinking it would happen, and now they were both on the brink of parenthood. A little girl would rely on him for all her needs, and, as Blythe just noted, would call him Daddy.
“Oh no!” Blythe’s hands shot up to cover her breasts as milk leaked over the curves, dripping onto the sheets. “My milk.”
“Here, let me.” Xan enveloped a nipple into his mouth while pinching the other harshly, stopping the flow, but the gush of the other had him sputtering and swallowing at a faster pace than he was comfortable with. Once the initial release abated, Xan found himself keeping up pretty well and foolishly felt proud that he’d mastered drinking, until it occurred to him that it required zero skill or intelligence.
He nestled into her, the flesh pillowing around his nose, and inhaled, loving how her skin smelled so sweet…like besloor. He tugged on her nipple, drinking until the milk reduced to a trickle, opening his mouth he then released her breast, swiping the droplet of milk dangling from the tip around her areola, coating and protecting it.
Plumping the next one in his hand, he took the whole of her areola, sucking tightly on it. He found himself once again choking on the force of milk. Pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he restricted the urgency of the flow, swallowing the warm fluid in loud gulps. His belly felt the soothing comfort, a haze of sleepiness covering him, and he fought to keep his eyes open.
He suckled her until her milk had stopped. Letting her breast pop out of his mouth, he looked up to find his girl sleeping peacefully. He covered her nipple with her breast milk, making a protective covering, then, wrapping the sheet and blanket around her, he tucked her into his chest.
“I love you,” she murmured, her head resting on his chest.
“I love you more than you can ever imagine, Blythe.” He kissed her head lightly, gently raking his fingers through her hair, the silky strands fluttering down onto her back.
He had never imagined he could be this happy. Now he only had to not let them down… either of his girls.