“Okay,” she answered.
“Alan told me how you jumped into the crowd to try and calm things down.”
“Oh,” she answered. She could tell by the tone of his voice she was in for it. “I was just trying to help. I guess I didn’t think.”
“This is the second time you’ve done something to put yourself in harm’s way. What do you think I should do about that?”
“I guess the correct answer would be that I need to be punished, but I did it with good intentions.” She had tears in her eyes. What a fuck up she was.
Craig could see her emotions in her eyes. “Lamb, you’re not a screw up. It’s a testament to your emotional fortitude that you’re willing to put yourself in danger to spare others, but I want you to start thinking more about the consequences to your actions. I don’t want you to change who you are. I just want you to try and look out for yourself. I hope I’ll always be there to rescue you, but if something would happen to you, I’d be devastated. That’s all I ask.” He told her pulling her up from the chair. Sitting where she just was, he pulled her into his lap and held her tight.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Craig sat and held her for several long minutes before standing her up. “In the bedroom, strip, then I want you across the bed, punishment pose. We might as well get this over with.” He gave her a hard swat on her bottom to send her on her way.
Rachel scrambled to the bedroom and quickly followed Craig’s instructions. She knew she needed this, and dragging it out wouldn’t help.
Craig was right
, she didn’t think her actions through. She had always been impulsive, and it had always gotten her in trouble. She needed to learn to think before she acted, no matter how good of an idea it seemed like at the time. One of these times she could get hurt, badly, if she didn’t learn the lesson he was trying to teach.
Rachel lay on the bed, face down, ass up, legs spread, waiting on Craig and the punishment he had promised. She thought about all the stupid things she had done in her life and the results of all those actions. She needed this punishment, and she needed to figure out a way to think first and jump in second.
Craig gave her several minutes to think about what was to come. He always liked to use anticipation as part of the punishment.
Craig walked into the bedroom and without a word went straight to his toy closet. He was not going to make this pleasant for her. He got the things he wanted, and placing them on the bed where Rachel couldn’t see them, he moved to stand between her spread legs.
“Tell me why we need to do this again, little lamb,” he said in a deep, booming voice.
“Because I did something stupid. Again.”
She sighed, muttering to herself, “just get it over with, we both know I’m a dumbass.”
“What was that last part? I didn’t quite hear what you said,” Craig said, amused. He could guess what she had muttered, but wanted her to tell him.
“I was just talking to myself, Master.” All he needed to hear was her comment, and then she would really get it.
“I think you need to tell me, love, or I’ll paddle you until you do.”
“Shit,” she thought, “I’ll never learn.”
“I was just thinking that some of the things I’ve been doing are not very smart and that I’m glad you are going to help me.” That sounded good, not the exact words, but close enough.
“I’ll accept that this time, but from now on, either say it loud enough for me to hear or don’t say it at all,” he told her, smacking her ass for accent.
“Yikes, yes Master.” She jumped.
“Now, I’m going to warm you up first, then I think fifteen with my leather flogger should do it.”
“Oh shit,” she thought. She knew the flogger he was talking about, it had thin leather strips and there was a knot tied on the end of each strip. The damn thing hurt like hell, and after fifteen with it, she would be looking for pillows to sit on or standing for a few days.
“The warm up begins,” he announced. He used his hand and peppered blows over her ass and upper thighs until the skin was warm and a deep rose color.
Grabbing the flogger, he trailed it over her skin, just barely brushing the knotted ends over her. Trailing it between her spread thighs, he moved his arm back and took aim there, giving her three quick, hard swats to the pussy.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ!” Rachel yelled, jerking up off the bed.
“Lay back down or I’ll restrain you,” Craig told her.