*spank*
"Seven, Sir," she replies.
*spank*
"Eight, Sir."
*spank*
"Nine, Sir."
Then there is a silence. It's almost deafening.
"Sir?" she asks.
There is still quiet.
"Leo? Red!" she yells.
My arms go around her and hold her tightly before I undo the blindfold. I start kissing her face in a comforting manner before she opens her eyes and sees me. She pressed her face against my neck and cries a little. I just hold her knowing something triggered that caused her to get scared. I also am wise enough to know that when she's ready, she'll tell me. So, I hold her in our bed. I reach over and grab the blankets to put over us while she recovers.
It was the start of another weekend. Earlier, Marcie mentioned as we were waking up that it had been a while since she felt my hands spanking her bottom. I obviously obliged. The sight of Marcie on her hands and knees on the bed while blindfolded is always an inspirational thought for spanking and other things. I paused after the ninth spank just because I was trying to find a toy in the drawer. Apparently, I was too slow.