Chapter 42

“Holy fucking fuck!” Sinead yelped, collapsing forward onto her chest and face.

Marc had shown her the cane and confirmed from her reaction that she’d definitely never done anything like this before. If she had, she would have been a lot more reluctant. So Marc had stood behind her, looking at the perfect picture of her upturned pale ass and thighs, the little jewel on the end of her buttplug peeking from between her cheeks. He’d hit her, once, at about one-third of his usual range of power for a spank. Harder than he used the cane on Felicity, but much softer than he would have been with any sort of paddle or strap.

Sinead’s ass immediately welted, inflaming in a stripe across both cheeks, and her body quivered as she sobbed for a split second into the sheets of Marc’s bed.

“Shhh,” he hushed her softly, rubbing her lower back with one hand. “Shhh, Sinead. It’s alright.”

“What the fuck!?” she gasped, raising her face from the sheets and glaring at him.

“I warned you,” Marc said. He gestured lightly with the cane in his other hand. “These games we play, they can be many things, but they have consequences. You need to trust that when I warn you, or choose to do something, I am doing it for our mutual engagement.”

“You want me to trust you!?” Sinead growled. The implication was clear - he was, after all, leveraging her into all of this.

“Yes,” Marc said simply. “I do. Now, do you want to continue like this, or should we go back to my plan?”

Sinead swallowed, took a breath, and then gritted her teeth. “We can go back to your plan.”

“Au moins, il ne t’a fallu qu’un seul coup,” Marc said. He set down the cane and held out a hand for the paddle. Sinead was still holding it squeezed tightly in her fists, and she peeled her fingers from it and handed it to him. Marc then took off his belt, sliding it out of the loops on his pants, folded it in half and presented it to her. “You may bite on this, ma petite rebelle.”

She hesitated a moment, looking into Marc’s eyes, and then opened her mouth and let him set it between her teeth. It was expensive leather, but it wouldn’t be the first belt he owned with teeth marks on the inside.

Marc came back around the bed to her rear, tutting softly as he examined the welt. It was still a little raised and a bright, angry pink, but it wasn’t anywhere near what would have happened through repeated strikes. He took a moment to slide his hand across her ass cheek, feeling the heat coming from the strike, and he could feel Sinead tensing at the touch for a moment before relaxing.

“Alright,” he said. “Usually I would say a good and proper spanking should be counted out loud, but I’ll forgive that since it’s your first time. Are you ready to accept your punishment, Detective?”

Sinead looked over her shoulder, glaring slightly as she bit down on the belt. Even with her hair a little wild now, and her eyes having gotten a little watery from the cane strike and her makeup smudging a little, she was stunning. And that fire was there behind her eyes even as she nodded and grunted her assent.

Marc raised the paddle and brought it down on her ass in a firm, even stroke. Middle range of power, and landing on the outer curve where there was plenty of muscle. The smack of the silicon paddle against her flesh was a satisfying clap, and Sinead grunted in her chest but didn’t squeal in pain. There was a nice pink outline of the paddle on her butt that slowly started to fade.

He raised the paddle again and brought it down on the other cheek. Another clap, another grunt. Another pink, fading outline.

“Good girl,” Marc hummed softly, caressing her butt again with his free hand for a moment. Then he spanked her again, more in the middle of her right cheek, and quickly again on the left. And again on the right. Then he switched the pacing and hit her right again, keeping her guessing.

A good round of spanking wasn’t just about swatting the ass of his partner. It was like sex - variation was pleasure. Fast swings, slow swings. Lighter, quick spanks varied with hard, powerful ones. Different angles, different targets. Marc covered Sinead’s ass and upper thighs with strikes that turned her ass a light pink, and then an angrier red pink.