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“I don’t remember,” I scoffed, trying anything to save face in front of this powerful man.
“You do remember, little girl,” he scolded gently. He flexed his hands purposefully and I swallowed as a ball of anxiety roiled inside my core.
I bit my lip, refusing to say more because the moment I said anything at all, it would be real all over again, but he didn’t let me.
“You will answer me, little girl,” he added firmly.
I whimpered softly, closing my eyes for a long moment and willing this all to just disappear.
“You spanked me,” I finally managed to blurt out, although my voice sounded so small and foreign that I almost didn’t recognize myself. My face burned even hotter than it did the first time he’d caught me lying to him, which I didn’t realize was possible.
Saying it out loud admitted that it was real, that back when I was eighteen, he’d taken down my panties and spanked me like a naughty little girl over his knee. Right here in this very room.
“Refer to me properly. You know what I expect from you, little girl,” he pushed. He was leaving no room for me to wiggle out of it this time.
A soft whine escaped my lips.
“You spanked me, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely.
“It was a hard spanking over Daddy’s knee, wasn’t it, little girl?” he replied as his dark eyes bored into mine.
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked. My voice sounded so different. I sounded so weak. Would he think less of me because of it? Would he like that he had that kind of effect on me?
“It hurt, didn’t it, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. My legs were beginning to tremble and my palms were a little sweaty. I pressed them against my thighs and tried to act as if I was brushing away a piece of lint, but it didn’t help calm my nerves, not even in the slightest.
“I should go,” I whispered. I moved to stand, and he shook his head.
“Not yet, little girl. I would like to finish our conversation,” he replied bluntly. “Sit back down.”
I did because I couldn’t bring myself to run out that door even though I knew I probably should. As my backside pressed against the soft leather of the couch, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his big hands as I imagined how this conversation was likely going to end.
“I spanked you hard last time, little girl, but apparently not hard enough to teach you not to lie to Daddy again,” he mused darkly, and I felt my shoulders curl inward. I tried to make myself smaller, less of a target, but all of his attention was focused on me and only me as if there was a giant spotlight above putting me on complete display.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web and there was no way out.
“I can solve your problem for you, but little girls who need Daddy to solve their problems are spanked hard on their bare bottoms when they’re naughty. Those spankings are not just meant to make you wet either. Those spankings are real, and they’re meant to hurt,” he continued as he looked me up and down, clear desire in his eyes. I opened my mouth and closed it again. I tried to come up with a solution, any solution, that didn’t end up with getting a spanking so hard that it hurt.
There was only one option for me left.
“I know I deserve to be spanked,” I began softly. “But, maybe, if it didn’t hurt too badly, I could make it worth your while?” I glanced down straight at his cock. I’d play the part of a seductress if it would save me in the end. I’d do whatever I had to do in order for it not to hurt.
I licked my lips, and he tilted his head to the side, waiting for me to continue.
“What if…” I paused to unbutton the top of my blouse, “I sucked your cock, Daddy? Would you make the spanking hurt less if I promised to make sure you enjoyed yourself after it was over?”
I really didn’t want the whole thing to hurt. The pain was hard for me to bear and that made me afraid.
It was at that moment I realized that I was soaking wet. My nipples, although covered by my bra, were impossibly hard. He’d caught me in a lie despite the fact that I’d acted the part perfectly, or at least I thought I had. His mere presence, his overwhelming dominance, and the fact that it all came together and made me feel like a naughty little girl was what aroused me so very deeply.
It wasn’t the spanking itself. It definitely wasn’t the fact that it might hurt.
“Please? I promise to make it worth your while,” I continued. I bent forward slightly, hoping to tease and flirt my way out of this because that was the only option I had left.
He smiled at me. Maybe he would take that bait.
“If you want, maybe you could even take me to your bed instead of spanking me? I’ll do whatever you like if you just promise me that the spanking won’t really hurt,” I pleaded.
