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choked words.
    "And one of the reasons you were spanked was questioning me, wasn't it?"
    "Yes, Sir." Her sweet voice, the tears. God, I love her. I have to stop from smiling, in case she can see me through her thick hair.
    "And you're questioning me again, aren't you?" I say this with extra depth, easily hiding my grin.
    "Yes, Sir." She's not trying to beg at least, she's learned that lesson.
    "I'm going to spank you three times," she shakes at this, "on the part of your bottom I know is still very sore, little girl." Her legs lower for a split second, but are quickly raised straight out again. Good girl.  "Count."
    She'd cried out on the boat when Jake went a little too fast over a wave; we all went in the air and she landed hard on her ass. So I know she's even sorer now.
    I give her a stinging slap with just my fingers where her ass meets her thighs. She cries out, tries to breathe normally, but can only gasp out, "One."
    I spank harder on the same spot, my full hand. Her cry is silent, her body shaking, she again gasps, "Two."
    I know her ass is still raw from the belt, from Saturday's spanking. I know that as light as this punishment is it's causing her a great deal of pain. I spank the same spot, just as hard, my full hand making contact with the sweet spot. Her loud cry is drawn in with her breath, and she quickly says, "Three," with the breath going out before she can't speak, her whole body shaking and her breathing fast hisses.
    "You may raise your legs." She lifts her feet to point straight up, just as I've taught her, but not covering her stinging bottom.
    I wait for her breathing to slow before letting her stand.
    She quickly puts her arms behind her back, "I'm sorry, Sir!"
    "Good girl."
    "Thank you, Sir!" My poor Lucy is raw with emotion and pain. She starts crying and shaking, leaving her hands behind her back, but sobbing openly.
    I know she needs this release, so I let her cry for a bit, before pulling her down to sit on my lap and covering her with the blanket again. "You've been through a lot these past few days, little girl." I wipe her tear-stained cheeks and she lowers her head into my neck. Her arms still behind her back, though. My very good girl. "You may move your arms, Lucy." She brings her hands to sit in her lap, listless, her emotions calmed and leaving her quiet again.
    I take her left hand and play with the ring, making it shine in the firelight. "Do you know what this ring means to me?" She shakes her head and sniffles. "It means that for the rest of your life, you'll belong to me." She nods her head, but sniffles more. "That I will always own you, Lucy." She nods again.
    "And I want you to understand a few things going forward..." I wait until she nods once more. "Questioning me will result in immediate punishment," she looks shamefully down, "I don't care where we are or who's around, I will punish you if you talk back to me. Do you understand me, little girl?" I speak slowly, she responds best to this. She answers quietly. "This ring means that you are no longer in control of anything ." I spell this out as to a child. "So when I tell you that we're getting married next month...that is what we're doing."
    I wait for her to think about what I've said so far. "I know you're nervous about that. That you have concerns. I will always try to take into consideration how you feel about something...but you need to understand that in our marriage...I will make all the decisions. That choosing when we get married is only the beginning of a long line of choices you no longer have."
    She moves slightly in my arms, her head coming up to look at me. "What...what if I really want something...I mean...what if I really don't like a decision that you've made?"
    I smile at her, but she doesn't relax. "Then you may ask me to reconsider my decision." She thinks about this, her face frowning a little. "But you'll ask respectfully, not talking back, not arguing."
    She continues thinking for a moment. I wait to see