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I could feel my panties growing wetter and my clit throbbed needily between my legs. I wanted this at the same time that I was terrified to take that leap.
“Naughty girls who lie…” I began, but I choked on my words. My tongue felt too dry. My lips didn’t want to work and instead of finishing my sentence, I whimpered with extreme hesitation. I stared back at the intricately designed rug on the floor, hoping a black hole would open up and swallow me whole before he made me say anything else.
“What happens to naughty girls?” he pressed. His tone was insistent and firm, but entirely expectant. I wouldn’t be able to get away with not answering him.
He sat back against the couch, lifting his elbows up onto the edge. He gave me a clear view of his lap, of the place he was offering if I would just say the words that he wanted me to say.
That’s not all I noticed though.
His cock was incredibly hard. The fabric of his black slacks concealed his thick length from my eyes, but there was no hiding his arousal at what was to come. He was turned on by this too.
I forced myself to look away.
I tried to breathe through my anxious desire, but nothing could extinguish its overwhelming pull. For several moments one jolt of panic after another raced through me. I couldn’t ask for this. Normal girls didn’t ask to be taken over a man’s knee and spanked.
Normal girls didn’t want this.
“I’m not sure,” I tried to backpedal, and he shook his head.
“That’s another lie, little girl,” he answered as he cocked his head to the side, and I had the sudden feeling that I was already in too deep. I’d played along with him and now it was quickly spiraling so far out of my control that I didn’t know if I could stop it.
“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 was simply 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.
