“Okay.” I patted her lightly on the left and right cheeks. “You say red and I stop and we talk about it. If you need me to slow down, or give you a minute, you can say yellow. I will check in on you periodically and ask for a color. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What color are you?”
“Green, sir.”
“Very good. I’ll warm you up a bit, and then once I deem you fully warmed up, your punishment will begin. Twenty-five spanks and your punishment will be over.”
“Twenty-five?” She twisted her head around to glare at me. “That seems like a lot.”
“Does it?” I didn’t continue that line of conversation. “Would you like me to hold your hands for you, or will you keep them out of the way? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll keep them out of the way.” She was just able to touch the ground with one hand and grip my calf with the other.
“Okay.” I pulled her panties down, resting them mid-thigh. I made a point of averting my gaze away from her pussy. I was already holding onto my sanity as it was. Seeing her pretty little pussy would not help my cause. My pants were growing tighter by the minute, and besides the kiss, this was still supposed to be about business.
She broke the rules of her job, and while I had never punished employees in this manner, Kylie was different.
I hesitated long enough. It was time to begin. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to spank her. I wanted to do many other things to her. Once her punishment was over, it would change things between us, either for good or bad. Once I started, I wouldn’t want to stop. Not the spanking. I wouldn’t want to stop taking care of her. Guiding her. Supervising her. Loving her. This one moment would either solidify our relationship or push her away.
I lifted my hand and before I could change my mind, I brought it back down in the middle of her cheeks.Smack.
The sound reverberated off the ceiling and walls, followed by a small whimper.
I did it again, loving the sound of my hand connecting with her bare flesh. The sting in my palm sent shocks through my body. The gasps and mewling from Kylie went straight to my cock. I continued, peppered her ass, turning it hot and a pleasant shade of red. I paid close attention to where my hand landed, making sure it covered her ass, but I stayed away from her sit spots. Those would sting, regardless. I’d save those until the punishment started.
“How you doing, Kylie?” I rubbed a hand over her warm skin.
She quivered on my lap but didn’t speak.
“Kylie.”
“Green, sir. Please.” She whispered.
“Please, what?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice a little stronger. I was fully erect. She was enjoying the pain.
I continued.Smack. Smack. Smack.
She kicked with her feet. I hitched her body closer to me. A whole-body shiver vibrated against my thighs. She went limp over my lap, her hands resting on the ground. Was Kylie going to reach subspace before the real punishment even started? She was very receptive. Her responsiveness fascinated me.
But I still had a punishment to dole out.
I paused and gave Kylie a little time to recover. When she gripped my calf again. I continued.
“The punishment will start now.” I rubbed a particular red spot to emphasize the pain. “I would like you to count.”
She cried out. “Oh, no.” But it was barely audible between her sniffles.
I wanted to stop. Cradle her in my arms and hold her tight. While I enjoyed giving funsie spankings, as Kylie termed them, punishment spankings were another thing altogether. I didn’t like my littles in anguish and pain. No matter how it might turn me on. No, the spanking wasn’t for me; it was for my sorry little one.
“You’ve done so well with the warmup.” I rubbed her sensitive skin down her thighs to where her panties rested. I should have slid them off completely. “You ready to count, little one?” I leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “My brave girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
I landed a resoundingsmack. It took her a moment to respond with “One.”
