The Secret Side of The BAU

Skye Gets Punished...Again

The next morning I was awakened by Derek. I had no idea what time it was or even what day it was really, but Derek came in strong and sure and ripped the blankets from my naked body. Something was about to go down.

"Get up and come receive your punishment. Don't take too long. Ryan is already downstairs waiting." His tone was angry and I knew I had done something to deserve it. But in that moment, I couldn't remember what it was.

Anyway, I got up. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and Derek grabbed my hand as he led me silently down the stairs. Once I reached the living room, I immediately spotted Ryan on the couch and it all came flooding back to me. I had practically forced him to fuck me last night. That wasn't like me. Even though I will admit I'm a slut, I wouldn't usually take it as far as I had.

My cheeks flared red hot in embarrassment and I couldn't look Ryan in the eye as I assumed my position in the middle of the floor on all fours. Derek had me face away from Ryan so I couldn't see him. Which was better for me but I wondered why he chose not to embarrass me in that way. Without thinking on it too hard, I decided to take the win.

I heard the metal clang of Derek retrieving his belt from the coffee table and I tried my best to stay still. I knew I deserved every inch of what I was about to endure. It would hurt, but it was also like foreplay. It brought out feelings in me that I often kept very deep seeded.

"What are the rules when Daddy punishes you?" Derek's voice rings clear in the otherwise silent room. I shake my head to clear the brain fog and proceed to answer him appropriately. Almost robotically.

"I have to count out each one and thank you for them. And then thank you for my punishment as a whole when you're done."

He hummed contentedly before I felt the leather tease my taut backside. He ran the strap up and down my skin a few times. Preparing my body for what was about to happen. With his free hand, he reached forward and grabbed a nice handful of my hair, wrenching my neck back as the first slap of the belt against my skin sounded throughout the room.

"One!" I immediately remembered my role and counted off the first spank.

My voice was already trembling and on the verge of breathless. There were several after in rapid succession that I struggled to count off perfectly, but I somehow managed. When Derek made it to 10, tears were stinging the corners of my eyes, but I managed to hold back.

It was either number 12 or 13, I don't remember, but I suddenly heard the wet slide of someone jerking off. I knew it was Ryan because I could see Derek out of my periphery and his sleep pants were still on. Ryan made a passive comment about how I could be so hot taking such a juvenile punishment and it got to me. I was a mixture of embarrassed, and slightly angry, but also it turned me on. My pussy lips trembled in want as Derek continued doling out my punishment and I continued counting them out loud and proud one by one.

By number 25, I couldn't stand it anymore. The tears were freely flowing and my arms had given out. I buried my face in the carpet as I tried my best to calm down and not give in to the euphoric explosion wanting to make its way from my body. It took a good 2-3 minutes to calm down and then Derek cleared his throat and I knew he was expecting my full attention, so I looked up at him. I was a mess and I knew it, but he smiled softly.

"Why did Daddy punish you?" He asked once I could actually breathe again.

"Because I was a needy slut and I practically forced Ryan to fuck me yesterday."

"Go tell him you're sorry and then we'll go back up to bed and let you rest for a bit."

I crawl on my knees over to where Ryan still sat on the couch with his cock out. I was there for a purpose and I tried to remember that and not focus on the thick piece of meat staring at me as I looked up into his eyes.