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His chair scraped against the floor as he stood up.
Suddenly, his hands were on me, lifting me up from my seat and into his lap. I didn’t fight him, but he didn’t place me sitting up against his chest like I expected. With ease, he pulled me over his thighs face down, my belly firmly against his hard muscles. It was only when I realized that I was staring at the floor face down what was happening. I cried out as he shifted me over his knee.
I’d been here once before when he’d spanked me.
I tried to pull back, using what leverage I could manage but one arm wrapped firmly around my waist and pinned me in place. His other hand grasped the waistband of my stretchy yoga pants. With quick efficiency, he pulled them down, baring my panties much to my dismay.
Those didn’t stay up either.
I stilled. He’d put me over his knee and bared my bottom.
A swell of panic spiraled through me at the sudden change in position. Maybe he just meant to shock me. I hoped that was it, that this was just a means to get me to tell him the truth but my mind spiraled with another possibility.
He’d spanked me before but that was just meant to turn me on, and it did. This didn’t feel like that time. He hadn’t kissed me or touched me like before. He had just acted.
Did he mean to punish me for real? Would he do something like that? For some reason, my gut told me that this was exactly that.
“Kieran?” I squeaked.
His palm settled on my naked backside, and I sucked in a breath.
“You lied to me twice just now, didn’t you,little girl?”
My heart sank, pounding frantically in my chest. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to grapple with the near certainty that this could potentially be exactly what I feared it might be.
“I didn’t…”
“That’s three lies now, little girl,” he scolded, and I whimpered quietly. His hand hadn’t moved yet, but I knew it would soon. I closed my eyes and tried to swallow past the dryness in my mouth, but it didn’t help. I knew what he wanted.
“Yes, Daddy,” I confessed, my voice so soft and hesitant that I didn’t really even know if I’d actually said the words out loud.
“You are not to lie to me, little girl, and what happens next is going to remind you never to do it again,” he scolded, and my eyes opened wide. With an increasing sense of focus, I narrowed in on his hand on my bare bottom and my clit pulsed with fearful anticipation.
His palm lifted and he spanked me.
The sound was louder than I anticipated and the initial shock at being spanked for a real reason flashed through my mind.
It stung, far more than I expected. A second slap followed. And another. And then another.
He was spanking me much more firmly than the other night and that was only the beginning. His palm seemed to have transformed into a plank of wood. With increasing panic, I tried to push up and he quickly shifted me forward over one thigh and used his other leg to pin me into place.
I had thought the spanking was hard in the beginning, but I’d been incorrect. He was just getting started. He spanked from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the upper edges of my thighs with far more intensity than I expected.
I clamped my lips shut, thinking maybe if I just stayed quiet and took this that it would make it end sooner, but that didn’t work. Before long, my toes were kicking against the floor as the burning across my bottom intensified.
Eventually, I wasn’t able to keep my vow of silence. One cry escaped me and then another, and I started to beg.
“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. He paused for a second and I took a moment to catch my breath, hoping that maybe my apology had been enough. My bare ass stung hotly, and he squeezed it gently. I bit my lip to keep him from hearing my whimper, but it didn’t really do anything to cover up the sound.
“I won’t tolerate lying, little girl,” he warned and then the spanking started anew. The blazing hot sting intensified, and the realization occurred to me that this wasn’t going to stop because I wanted it to.
He was the one that was going to decide when this ended.
The longer the spanking went on, the guiltier I felt. He hadn’t done anything to deserve the lies. He’d stuck around to guard my door knowing I had been upset and needed someone. He’d stayed and made breakfast for me.
“I’m sorry,” I exclaimed, pounding my toes against the floor as he thrashed the tops of my thighs especially hard.
“Please! I won’t lie again, Daddy,” I tried. With my bottom bare and blazing, referring to him that way felt easier than ever. I was over his knee getting spanked because I’d done something wrong and needed to be punished for it.
