Silence reigned, broken only by the sound of my firm strikes on her bare ass. She did not cry, argue, or beg for leniency. I struck until her ass was a bright red, until I heard from her what I needed to hear.
“I’m sorry, Dax.” Her voice was a whimper of contrition. “I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have told you the truth and trusted you to help me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I honestly didn’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“How much you—care for me.”
With her words, my will to continue her punishment bled from me and I rested my hand over her soft skin, petting her, needing to touch her, to know she was safe and healed and mine as she lay quiet and accepting of my touch. “You are my life, Sarah. You are everything.”
Not wanting to wait for a response to my confess
