“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Tell me what happens, little girl,” he pushed.
The train had already begun to hurtle off the tracks. It was too late. There was no turning back now.
This wasn’t real.
I tried to gather myself, but the words fell off my lips unbidden. By the time I said them, I knew that there would be no way I could ever take them back.
“Naughty girls should be punished for lying,” I whispered, my voice nearly inaudible.
“How should a naughty girl be punished?” he coaxed.
“With a spanking,” I whimpered, helplessly lost in a sea of embarrassment and shame that washed over me so intensely that my heart nearly hurtled out of my throat. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to even think as a terrible flush heated my face.
I refused to look at him. I stared at that same swirling design on the floor as I willed myself to disappear.
Why did this feel so real? Was this what it was supposed to feel like?
“That’s right, little girl,” he murmured. His eyes were gentle and warm and that should have alleviated my terror, but it did the exact opposite. It only made me even more afraid.
Why was he so fucking good at this? Why?
Time seemed to slow as he appraised me like a man who knew exactly how to handle a girl like me. The tension between us was so palpable that I had difficulty separating fiction from reality and my thighs trembled hard enough that I had to press my sweaty palms against them to make it stop.
“Are you going to spank me?” I asked, my voice so soft I could barely even hear myself. Every last vestige of hope that this wassimply a role play had faded away, forcing me to face the fact that this man was going to take me over his knee and punish me for lying to him.
“Yes, little girl. I’m going to spank you. You lied to me and naughty little girls who lie need to be punished,” he answered.
“Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice breaking with fear far more than I wanted it to. I made myself look at him then. I had to know what he wanted. Was this real? Was this just foreplay for him?
“Yes. It’s going to hurt,” he replied. He never broke eye contact with me, and I saw the firm dominance in his gaze. Every word was certain, and I found that I believed him.
I felt the blood drain from my face. I was so out of my element that I didn’t know the right thing to say. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through this after all. I didn’t know if he was playing with me because this felt so much more real than I imagined it would.
Sometimes in the stories I read, the girls were spanked until they cried.
I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want him to see me break like that.
“Please, I…” I began, trying to gain back some semblance of control, but he was ready for that. I’d lost it and he was going to take it all away from me with what he said next. I took a step back, but the sound of his voice stopped me in my tracks.
“I’m going to give you two choices, little girl. You will choose one or the other. There will be no other options. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I breathed as my voice trembled.
“The situation with your father will be resolved by tomorrow morning regardless of what you decide, but you obviously cannot go home tonight, can you?”
“No,” I panted. My legs were quivering, and I couldn’t make them stop.
“I can get you a hotel room for the night, and when the sun rises in the morning, your problems will be your own. You will have to find your own living arrangements. You will have to figure out a way to make an income. Your life will be yours, but so will the responsibility that comes with that,” he continued.
“That’s the first choice?” I whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, that is option number one,” he answered decisively.
“What’s option number two?” I asked, unable to hide my uneasiness.
“You can stay here tonight, and I will take care of you, but I will warn you that little girls that I take care of call me Daddy and they are spanked hard on their bare little bottoms when they have been naughty,” he said firmly.
