As he viewed her backside, seeing the criss crossed marks made by the leather, he saw the blush of pink turn to a vibrant red, to an even deeper crimson. Her flesh jiggled as each blow landed, accentuated by her little movements to get away from the pain. He wanted her to remember this well. He wanted it thoroughly understood what he expected from her. He also hoped in some strange way that she’d understand this as one of the many ways he cared for her.
As the final blows landed, he sensed his anger with her vanishing away. And it was no surprise to him at all that in its place there was a genuine feeling of affection rising in him, along with a powerful surging in his loins. It was exactly the same feeling that had made him kiss her in the barn on that first occasion. He’d not felt so c
