It seemed in times of extreme emotion, the honorarium came easily and naturally.
“You’re damn right, you’ll behave.”
She sagged against the wall a complete mess—sobbing, sniffling, mascara running, snot dribbling out of her nose. Sage heard his belt slice through the air a fourth time.
“You’re doing very well, Pet. Daddy is proud of you… angry but proud.” His tone softened as she collapsed against the wall. “Do you think you can take one more?”
That did it—Sage completely lost it. Reluctantly, she nodded and remained facing the corner, her hands braced against the wall, pushing her bottom out to embrace one last strapping. She might have thought she was ready, but when it landed, it still drove her back onto her tiptoes, where she bounced, trying to lessen the agony… and failing. She tried sucking and gasping air, but that didn’t help either.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned lovingly.
Sage was a study in abject misery. Her bottom was swollen, with raw weals of fire splayed across it. She rested her head on the wall, crying hot, silent tears.
The worst part wasn’t the pain but the desire clawing at her insides, causing her nipples to bead and her pussy to pool its wet heat. Her sheath had clenched as each welt landed and now was rhythmically spasming in anticipation. Instead of enfolding her in his embrace, he pressed her upper body into the wall and rained a fury of blistering swats all across her backside, which wouldn’t have been half as painful were it not for landing on the fresh weals.
“No…” she wailed.
The pain was beyond excruciating, but worse than the physical pain was the fact she was wildly aroused and an emotional disaster. She didn’t care how much she hurt—all she wanted was to feel Roark’s cock surging into her, pounding her pussy into the same level of submission he’d just beat into her ass. Reaching between her legs, he chuckled, finding the evidence of her shameful need.
Sage would always recall that was the exact moment she realized she had capitulated to him completely—mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually. Roark’s fingers played lightly across the weals he’d given her. Her body shuddered, and she feared she would collapse in a puddle of gooey need at his feet.
“I know more than one way to make you sore, little girl,” he said, “but that’s going to have to wait.”
“Wait?” she asked incredulously.
“When you misbehave to the point I have to take my belt to your beautiful backside, I’m not necessarily going to ease your need to be forgiven and fucked. While you are most definitely forgiven, that need for a sexual release that’s surging through your system will have to wait. Go wash your face and fix your makeup. We have an appointment at Dark Garden.”
“Roark…”
“What do you call me when you’re being punished?”
“Daddy. I’m sorry, but please don’t make me put on those leather pants… please?”
“Hmm, I ought to, but those weals are coming up nicely. Why don’t you put on the little black dress with the deep asymmetrical neckline, black bra, and black stockings.” He glanced at his watch. “Hurry along, Pet. I don’t want to be late.”
She realized saying no was not an option. She slipped into the bathroom, fixed her face, and came back out to get dressed. He opened the drawer and pulled out his favorite butt plug and a pocket rocket with a remote control. He looked up and grinned. She was fairly sure he could read her expression of concern as he slipped each into his pocket.
“Just in case my little girl needs to be reprimanded while we’re out.”
She only barely kept herself from rolling her eyes. Once dressed, Roark escorted her downstairs and to a waiting town car. She was a bit surprised to see a pillow on the back seat and blushed when she realized Roark must have arranged for it. She wasn’t sure if she should be angry, humiliated, or grateful for his doing so.
“Do you know the Dark Garden?” asked Roark, after helping her in, joining her, and closing the door.
“Yes, sir, I do indeed.” The driver’s eyes caught Sage’s in the rearview mirror. “My missus would love to go there, but it’s a bit too rich for my blood.”
They pulled up to a beautiful Georgian building with the discrete sign. They were escorted inside and the owner, Louis, came out to greet them.
“Roark, how very nice to see you, mon ami. Is this your beautiful Sage?”
“It is. Sage this is Louis, he’s been making exquisite lingerie for the longest time. Louis, I want to get Sage some new things. Except for this morning, she has been a very good girl.”
Sage whirled and looked at him. “You can’t expect me to strip down for a fitting?”
“Why ever not? I’m quite sure Louis has seen more than one submissive’s backside showing the evidence of her Daddy’s disapproval and discipline.”
“I have indeed. You are not to concern yourself. Roark, do you know what you’re looking for?”
“Roark…” she pleaded.
“Sage, do I need to ask Louis for some privacy?”
She searched his face and saw nothing there that said he’d back down or not carry through on the veiled threat to insert either the butt plug, the mini-vibrator, or both.
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, hugging her and kissing her temple. “What I’d like is for a complete set of measurements to be taken. Then I’d like to see what you have on hand that can be customized as well as some fabrics for some completely custom things. I’m afraid Sage doesn’t have much in the way of lingerie that I care for.”
“Do you want matching bottoms?” asked Louis solicitously.
“Only a few, and I’ll let you know which ones.”
“This way, mademoiselle,” Louis said, indicating a back area. “There is no one here, Roark, so the room adjacent to the back garden is available. I have a few things that should work for her, but I’ll have my assistant bring you samples of the fabrics
