My Possessive Dom

Chapter 11

"I know I should have listened. But I'm sure it would have come up when we were discuss why you're being punished. You would have had time to talk." He says calmly.

We're back in the room and he has me sitting next to him on the bed, no getting away this time, not that I would try.

"I wasn't expecting to I guess," I say, looking up at him. "So am I in trouble for running out?" I ask.

"I would say so," He says as he chuckles. "I won't be punishing you for the text, I know that wasn't your fault, but I will be for running away."

"What are you gonna do?" I ask, uncertain of the answer. Last time I ran away it wasn't too much. But I also didn't stay away for so long or hide out with the person who asked to be my dom.

"Well I looked for you for about an hour."

"Yes," I agree.

"So I am going to spank you once for every minute I was out searching."

My stomach drops. This is more than last time.

Caleb flips me over onto my stomach across his knees. He runs his fingers over my back, tracing my spine. He trails his fingers lightly across my ass and down my leg to the crook of my knee. His hand trails off lightly and I'm left with chills.

"Remind me why I'm spanking you."

"Because I ran away from my punishment,"

His hand comes down against my ass, right in the middle, making me yelp.

He isn't upset or stern sounding like he usually is. He didn't sound too mad when we were discussing either. I think it's because this is something he just has to carry through. Maybe he can't be mad because he's too relieved to have found me. I try and shake that thought away. These intrusive thoughts of genuine connections are making a fool out of me.

*smack*

His hand comes down again. He starts picking up a pace and rotates between hitting each cheek, hitting the middle, and hitting my sit spots on either side. I don't like it when he doesn't give me time in between to rest. Theres something about the sting after he hits me. This way it just hurts with one right after the other. He stops to rub my ass and thighs and I blush at the stinging sensation. He starts laying down smacks again and I hope he doesn't expect me to know what number we're on because I haven't been counting.

"A third of the way there," he says after he stopped. "Now I am going to give you a choice. You have 40 more to go. You can have 20 more with my hand and the last 20 with my belt or 20 with a brush and 20 with a paddle."

"I don't know," I say sheepishly as I look over my shoulder at him, still draped across his knee. "What will hurt more?"

"Well my hand won't hurt as much as the paddle or brush, but the belt will hurt more than the paddle or brush. Your decision."

"The paddle and brush, sir," I say, not very excited for either.

"Good choice, it won't be without reward," He says.

I have no idea what he means by reward. The stinging on my ass has calmed down while we talked but the tingly sensation is still there as he lays the brush across it. I start wiggling around on his knees and he lands an extra sharp one in the middle of my ass.

"Keep still," He says, sounding more like he usually does.

"Yes sir," I say, and bite my knuckle. After 20 more hits, I'm guessing because I think it's better if I don't know when it ends and just be excited when it does, he stops. He sits and rubs my ass for a couple minutes while I catch my breath. The sensation is overwhelming, at least he's not super mad and taking it out on me.