“I’m very sorry, Mistress, for begging, against your explicit order, during my month of not being allowed permission. It was a careless, momentary weakening of my resolve. I promise it won’t happen again.”
Kimberly grinned at this long, devoted answer, then nodded, and tapped her thigh with the paddle. Alex crawled over her lap; and, immediately, after getting into position, the strokes came, one after another with Kimberly’s powerful strength. It had been a while—almost three weeks—since he’d felt her paddle, and whether because his mind had forgotten, to a degree, how badly paddlings hurt or because his cheeks in that long rest had gotten extra sensitive, Alex was feeling too much stinging pain to really wonder. The tears he’d shed from his earlier breakdown came back in full force as K
