Okay, so she had known those two parts.
“But I don’t want a spanking,” she cried.
Wolfe stiffened. “If you are worried that I will take it too far and harm you, then Aleki can punish you.”
What? No. That wasn’t what she meant. She trusted Wolfe. This was a sign of trust, though, wasn’t it? Knowing that he wouldn’t go too far.
“I trust you,” she said. “I’m just nervous. I haven’t really been spanked. Ever.”
“You trust us not to hurt you? To respect your safeword?” Aleki reached out and took hold of her chin.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You know that it was naughty, what you did?” Aleki asked.
“I know.”
“And you agreed to consequences when the rules were broken?”
“Yes.”
“Then over Wolfe’s knee you go.”
She looked at Wolfe then held out her hand. He helped her stand. “I’d never harm you, princess. If you’re too frightened, then I’ll choose another punishment.”
“Like what?”
“Writing lines and a time-out.”
Well, that sounded like no fun. And as though it would take longer than the spanking. Did she almost feel disappointed that he was changing his mind? How weird was that?
“No,” Aleki said. “Spank her. She needs to get this first time over with or she’ll keep stressing. She also needs to know that we’ll do what we say.”
Okay, who was this Aleki, and where had her fun-loving giant gone?
But then he winked at her. “Make sure you do it on the bare. That’s how all naughty Little girls should be spanked.”
That ass!
She glared up at him.
“Do you have to watch?” she asked Aleki.
“Yep. Have to make sure Wolfe does it right. This will be his first spanking.”
She looked up at Wolfe in surprise. But then, that made sense didn’t it? He’d never really been part of the lifestyle. Caleb said he observed but didn’t participate. He wasn’t one for unnecessary touch.
And yet last night he’d slept holding her pinkie in order to comfort her.
Warmth filled her. She knew that Wolfe would likely never tell her what he felt for her. But he demonstrated it in other ways.
“Would you rather have Aleki do it?”
“No,” she whispered, shooting Aleki an apologetic look. He just shrugged as though to tell her he wasn’t insulted. “I want you to do it. I want our first one to be together.”
His face softened. And a moment was built between them. Something that was unbreakable and special.
And all over a damn spanking. Sheesh.
Reaching over, he grasped the top of her shorts and slowly pulled them down her legs until they rested around her feet. Then he did the same with her panties until she was bare-assed and feeling completely awkward.
Before she could try to wheedle her way out of this, he lifted her in the air and placed her over his lap.
“I’ll take these,” Aleki said, drawing the shorts and panties carefully over her feet.
“I think we should talk about this some more,” she said hastily. “I’ve changed my mind. Maybe those lines won’t be so—”
Smack! Smack!
She froze as two smacks landed on her ass in quick succession. Holy. Shit.
“Aleki is right. You need this. Otherwise, you’ll worry and make yourself sick.”
Smack! Smack!
Ouch. Ouchie.
“We’re meant to keep you from stressing.”
Smack! Smack!
Jeez Louise. For a man who hadn’t spanked anyone before he sure seemed to know what he was doing. Her ass was already heated. Stinging.
“And this will help?” she squealed, starting to kick her feet. Drat. That was probably a bad idea as her sore foot complained.
“Aleki,” Wolfe said.
Her legs were grabbed by big warm hands around her calves. “Sorry, baby girl. Can’t have you hurting yourself.”
“Wolfie is hurting me.”
“Were you naughty?” Wolfe asked.
Smack! Smack!
How much longer was this going to go on for? How was she going to manage to sit on her poor abused bottom?
“Y-yes,” she replied.
Smack! Smack!
“When you break the rules, there are consequences.” Wolfe rubbed her bottom gently and she thought that might be it.
Smack! Smack!
Urgh. That jerk was just lolling her into a false sense of security. Then wham! He slapped his hand down again.
“You need to know we’ll do what we say,” Aleki added. “It will make you feel more secure.”
More secure? All it did was hurt her bottom.
Smack! Smack!
“And afterward the guilt will be gone.”
She hadn’t felt guilty! Well, maybe a tiny bit. She shouldn’t have been running or hiding from Wolfe when he was only trying to help her.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Tears tracked down her face. Aleki let go of her legs and Wolfe rubbed her bottom.
“What now?” Wolfe asked.
“You have to cuddle her, man. Tell her everything is forgiven.”
There was silence.
“It’s all right, I’m okay,” she said, sniffling. She didn’t want Wolfe to feel awkward. Or like he had to do something he didn’t want to.
Wolfe carefully lifted her so she was sitting on his lap, facing him, her legs down either side of his lap.
“Can you get us a tissue?” he asked Aleki.
Aleki studied her for a moment then ran his hand down her back. “Okay, Vivi?”
“Yeah.” She sniffled.
Wolfe placed a hand on her back, patting her awkwardly. “I’m not good at this part. The comforting afterward.”
“I’m fine.”
He shook his head. “Aftercare is important. It lets you know that all is forgiven. It is given to ensure you know you are cared for. I have to try.”
Aleki returned and handed Wolfe the tissue instead of her. She reached for it but he drew it back. “No, I will do this.”
He wiped her face gently then held the tissue to her nose. “Blow.”
“Wolfe—”
“Blow.”
She blew her nose.
“You don’t have to cuddle to show you care,” she whispered. “You do it all the time.”
He frowned. “I do?”
She nodded. “When you fuss over what I’m eating or whether I’m taking my vitamin or looking after myself. Holding my pinkie all night because you know touch helps keep the nightmares away. Or washing my hair because you know I can’t.”
“I like washing your hair. And brushing it.” He’d dried it with the hairdryer before brushing it out and braiding it. She actually hadn’t felt that cared for in a long, long time.
So yeah, she knew.
“Maybe I could give you a hug. Just a quick one,” she whispered.
“All right,” he agreed. She leaned in and hugged him really quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck while he awkwardly patted her back.
It was short. But it was enough.
“I’m sorry I was naughty, Wolfie,” she said, leaning back. Her bottom throbbed but it definitely wasn’t unbearable. She had a feeling he’d been careful with her.