Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

I had to bite my lips and remind myself to not be noisy because the last
thing either of us wanted was my nine year old sister waking up and
stumbling upon this.
"I asked you a question, Sofia. Did you wear this for me?” I nodded
hurriedly.
“Yes. Yes, all for you.”
“Why?”
“What?” I frowned. What did he mean, why?
“You were mad at me when I came in earlier, so why did you wear this
for me in the first place?” My teeth came down to bite my lip, ashamed to
even admit my stupid plan out loud.
I was bad at apologizing, okay? So that plan had been my way of
admitting I might have overreacted yesterday by still maintaining the upper
hand and not seeming like the one who was most to blame.
But then my stupid hormones had to come out as soon as Maddox
mentioned the word spanking. Speaking of which, another slap befell my sore
ass. He was going harder than that first time, but I loved it all the same if not
more. It was exhilarating.
“Answer the goddamn question, Sofia, or help me God you won’t be able
to sit down tomorrow.” He followed his threat by three swift and hard slaps
all on the same spot.
I had to bite my fist to keep from screaming.
“Because! I wanted to make you want me! I wanted to let you simmer and
beg for forgiveness so I wouldn’t have to address the fact that I was wrong
too!”
I felt like a child being chastised, but God did it feel good to get it off my
chest. The whole experience was liberating, getting spanked was the
healthiest way I’d found so far to deal with my emotions and feelings of guilt.