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“Here’s what I think, little girl.”
Oh-oh, here it came. I just knew he would call me out on how much I actually wanted this.
“I think you need a spanking to change that bad mood of yours. In fact, I can see that the idea of being over my lap excites you.”
And there it was. Heat flared up my neck and spread across my cheeks that, thankfully, faced the floor. But calling me out like that had aroused me and heat traveled to my core, drenching my panties even more.
If I could smell my excitement, I’m sure he could too.
“Mmm, apple blossoms. Who knew you smelled so sweet?”
Oh—my—goodness! My cheeks were flaming hot!
“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that you don’t want a spanking from me, Ronnie.”
I wanted to lie, I really did, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. And the way he said my nickname, his voice thick with passion and promise.
His hand came down on my backside so quickly I didn’t have time to prepare, and then this unimaginable stinging heat erupted on my backside, and I yelped, sweeping both hands back to cover my bottom.
Jacob held my hands down with his. His other hand came down on my upturned bottom and a pulsing heat shot to my core once again.
All those videos where I’d cheered on the Dom for giving the brat her just desserts, flooded my vision. I was experiencing what I’d always wanted and the painful pleasure of it was setting off fireworks. I swear, every nerve in my body was tingling, and I’d never felt so alive.
Jacob continued to deliver a blistering spanking to my scorched little bottom and set more than my jiggly cheeks on fire. My clit was pulsing with need but I fought against the sensations. More to prove that I wasn’t starving for exactly what he was giving me. But the truth was heard in my needy moans and evidenced by my soaking panties, which he had tugged intomy crack at some point. The skin of his palm was almost as hot as my ass cheeks, and I wondered if that old saying was true.“This will hurt me more than it will hurt you.”
His strokes landed with perfect precision and had me crying out after every smack of his paddle-sized hand.
“It hurts,” I cried, after a particularly hard whack to my sit spot.
“It’s supposed to, naughty girl. You need to learn the error of your ways.”
His words, while straightforward, affected my libido, like fingers stroking that needy bunch of nerves at the junction between my thighs. I couldn’t hold back my response to his words. A needy mewl added into the crying and moaning.
Jacob yanked my panties down and cool air moved across my burning cheeks. He repositioned me so I was now straddling his thigh, my panties acting like ankle cuffs, cutting off my ability to kick my legs.
I wanted to grind down on his knee, but the spanking picked up and who knew that panties offered a barrier, cause without that scrap of material, I felt the intensity so much more. Or maybe because he could see my swollen, slick lips.
“Enjoying your spanking, little one?”
“No,” I cried. “I hate you!” All lies, but no way would I betray myself more than my body already had.
“Wrong answer.”
Jacob stood up, swinging me back over his shoulder. As he stomped away out of the living room. I watched my underwear flutter to the ground, like a white flag of truce trampled on the battlefield. I knew this was one battle I wouldn’t win, but I had no intention of making it easy, either.
Between the embarrassment of being exposed and him knowing the truth about how much I was enjoying my firstspanking, there was also a slew of other emotions and sensations I was dealing with.
I wanted to submit and, like my panties floating to the floor, wave the flag of defeat and accept my punishment with the hopes it wouldn’t end there, while an entirely different part of me wanted to be the snarky sub that kicked and screamed her way to ecstasy.
Finding my bedroom, he walked right in and straight for my ensuite. I looked in the mirror as he searched my drawers. His eyes sparked with malevolent joy when his digging produced my wooden hairbrush. He held it aloft, so it was plain for me to see. “Let’s see if this has you admitting to the truth.”
Then he stomped into my bedroom and sat on my bed. He was a big, muscular man and despite the size of my room being huge, his presence and frame seemed to fill the space. Jacob placed me over his lap, my feet way off the ground as he tipped me until my nose was a breath away from my carpeted floor.
I became hyper focused on the individual strands of the carpet. I never really looked at the carpet and certainly not this close up. It was thick and luxurious to walk on but deep between the twisted threads was dirt. From this angle, the need for a deep clean was obvious. Hmm, maybe that was me, too. Maybe I needed not so much a deep cleansing but a full purge. Harmony used to say to me all the time that I just needed that one moment to see myself clearly, and then the road to healing would start. She should know as Gray had done that for her, bringing all of her stuff out of the dark and into the light.
I wasn’t feeling confident that seeing me in the light was a good thing. There was so much I didn’t like and invested a great deal of time hiding from it. The anti-anxiety meds helped me in that department but maybe it was all just one giant Band-Aid.
The hairbrush came down on my backside, startling me out of my thoughts.
