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“Tell me why you’re getting this spanking, young lady.”
She gasped lightly at his order. “Because I disobeyed you. I argued with you in public and I deliberately called you by your name.”
“That’s right, Hanna. I only want what’s best for you. You’re living under my roof and you’re under my authority. It’s my job to protect you and guide you. I’m going to spank you now. I hope you learn something from it, and I hope the sting of my hand on your bottom serves to remind you to mind me in the future.”
Tears flooded her vision. She blinked rapidly as she nodded her understanding.
Her heart swelled.
She’d never felt so… cared for.
She hesitated to use the word love, to think of love, because she’d never used that word before. It was an English word with no Amish equivalent, and it had never truly startled her until this moment, this moment when Mr. Foster was preparing to punish her.
And most of all, she understood this was a far cry from her daat’s typical punishment. Mr. Foster wanted to teach her a lesson, not take his anger out on her.
He released her shoulder, took a seat on the chair, and patted his leg. “Over my knee.”
A single tear burned down her cheek as she moved to stand at his side. Their eyes locked before he guided her down over his lap, taking her across his sturdy thighs.
The height of the chair, combined with Mr. Foster’s tall stature, prevented her toes from touching the floor. She tensed as he rested one hand on her lower back, while his other hand cupped her bottom. His touch sent a shiver up her spine. She held her breath until her chest burned.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow you the protection of your skirt. Naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms.”
“Mr. Foster! You can’t!” She squirmed in protest as he flipped back the skirt of the new English dress she was wearing, tucking it around her waist. When she’d imagined him spanking her, it had been with the protection of her clothing.
“Not Mr. Foster.Daddy. We’ll be going out in public again, and I don’t want another slipup, so you will call me Daddy from now on, even at home.” A single swat stung her thigh. “Settle down, Hanna. You asked for this. Trust Daddy to give you what you need.”
She froze, and he yanked her panties down to rest at her knees.
Oh no. No no no.
He could see her. Her backside was bared to him in a most humiliating position. She could feel the cool air of the room drifting over her bottom, reminding her of her nudity, her vulnerability.
Could he see anything between her legs?
At the thought, she tensed up and pressed her thighs together.
“Young lady, you will relax that bottom right now. Good girl. Now spread your legs a bit. That’s it. I want you to feel every slap I give you.” His deep, stern voice washed over her.
Humiliation coursed through her in sharp waves, but she did as he asked with minimal hesitation. To ease her guilt over her nudity in front of a man who wasn’t her husband, she told herself she didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Besides, she trusted him. If she didn’t trust him, she wouldn’t have asked for a spanking in the first place. How long would he spank her? Would it hurt terribly? Her breath caught in her chest, and the familiar aching sensation she frequently experienced between her thighs while in his presence returned full force.
“That’s perfect. Now give me your hands.”
She awkwardly reached back, only for him to pin her wrists down, holding them in the firm grip of one large hand.
“I’m going to spank you now, Hanna. Be a good girl and keep as still as possible. Don’t you dare start fighting me.”
Fight him? The idea hadn’t crossed her mind.
But after the first slap landed on her right cheek, the searing pain of that single blow made her second-guess asking for this spanking. Her left cheek came next, and he masterfully alternated smacks between her bottom cheeks, paying equal attention to them both.
The sting built up quickly, blooming across her skin, and she couldn’t help kicking her legs a few times.
She stilled when her panties fell to her ankles, determined not to lose them completely. As if holding on to the scrap of material provided her an ounce of modesty, despite the fact that it wasn’t even covering her bottom. He spanked hard, even moving lower to spank the tops of her poor thighs.
Although the spanking was painful, she was glad he wasn’t letting her off easy. She’d disobeyed him in public. This was a fitting punishment, exactly what she needed, just as he’d said.Trust me to give you what you need.
