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I’d almost thought she was going to ask for her very first fucking before I put her to bed, but something was holding her back. I wasn’t sure yet, but I would find out eventually. Maybe she was embarrassed or shy. Whatever it was, she needed to be ready first.
I was a patient man. I already knew the prize would be well worth the wait.
It had been less than a day, and she was already bare again for me. But this time the circumstances were very different. Last night had been all about her pleasure. Tonight, the goal was to teach her a lesson about the power structure between us.
I’d given her rules and she’d chosen to disobey them.
She probably wouldn’t realize it, but I was going to be much gentler with her this first time than I would in the future. That was why I was planning on only using my hand instead of taking off my belt. Second, I’d known she’d need to test the boundaries between us and that I would ultimately need to follow through with the threat so that she took me seriously.
Her adorable blushes and shy, tentative nature had blossomed in front of me. Making her lift her own nightshirt so that I could take her panties down for her had only compounded her shame, which made it more deliciously enticing for me. I’d been more than overjoyed to find her even wetter for me than she had been last night. She’d been thinking about this all day, probably wondering if I had been serious or if I would actually follow through with the threat.
Her decision to leave had been a planned one. She didn’t need to tell me. Her soaked little pussy said everything for her.
I’d given a few trusted men the express orders to keep a close eye on her and when I’d received a call about her leaving the property, I’d only been slightly surprised. I hadn’t expected to need to take her over my knee quite so quickly, but as my fingers caressed her bare, trembling cheeks, I knew that she needed this.
My Natasha was perfect.
She was strong, intelligent, incredibly independent, sassy, and naughty enough to need her bare bottom spanked from time to time to remind her that I could.
“I don’t want it to hurt,” she whimpered. Even as she said the words though, I could hear the tiny bit of hope between the lines that told me that was exactly what she needed.
“You were thinking about this all day, weren’t you? Wondering if you’d done something naughty enough to earn a very real spanking on this bare bottom, weren’t you?”
She wailed, her shame more than apparent. I knew that I was right. If she’d simply forgotten, or life had forced the issue, I wouldn’t have spanked her, but there had been deliberate intention to her naughtiness.
That meant she needed to be punished, and she needed to know that I was the man capable of doing it.
Her cheeks clenched, exposing her nervousness now that it had come time to face the music. I yanked her hips forward just a little so that I could see the wetness glistening on her thighs and everything in between them. I slid my palm on top of them, settling on her bottom. She sucked in a breath at the extremely close proximity of my touch to her sensitive little pussy. I smoothed my palm over her bare cheeks, remarking at the softness of her skin.
“I’m sorry,” she squeaked.
“I’ve forgiven you, sweet girl. There is no need to apologize now. We will simply deal with the consequences, and then I’ll put you to bed.”
“I’ve never been spanked,” she added. Her nerves were escalating. She needed me to begin very soon. The longer I made her wait, the more nervous she was going to get.
“I know, babygirl. It’s going to sting, but I would never truly hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered. Her acceptance in that moment was more beautiful than she would likely ever understand.
“Arch your back and show me that beautiful bare bottom, babygirl.”
After the briefest of hesitations, she did as I asked, and my cock jumped instantly. Fuck.
I was the luckiest man in the word.
Now all I had to do was give her everything she needed, and she would blossom for me.
CHAPTER10
Natasha
His fingers dug into my right cheek, and I whimpered. I was nervous, but the longer I lay over his lap, the more I felt like I belonged there. I’d earned this with the full understanding that this was probably going to be how it ended.
A shiver raced down my spine and I wiggled a little.
“I want to tell you one more thing, babygirl,” he whispered.
“What’s that?” I asked nervously.
