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“No, Sir.” Piper sighed. This was it. She was going to get spanked for the first time in over twenty years and by two different people.
Go big or go home, she thought to herself.
“Good girl. What’s your safeword?”
“Red is okay.” She’d used the stoplight system before, and even though it had been a really long time, it was what she was most comfortable using.
“You can use it for any reason. Okay? Physical, mental, or emotional pain. I want you to use it.” Catherine reached over and rubbed her back
“Yes, Ma’am,” Piper all but whispered, kind of wishing the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Catherine was way more nervous than she was letting on. She wanted to do this right for Piper to get what she needed, but she also didn’t want to scare her away. This would be a small test to see if the three of them were compatible and Cat really, really wanted them to be. Everything had worked out so well already. Their unique needs seemed to align. Now all she had to do was convince the adorable woman to give them a real chance.
Fortifying herself, she sat up a little straighter. “Stand up and come here, please.” She pointed to the spot between her feet. Sam got up out of the way but stayed close. Good, she wanted him near. She could draw strength from him if she needed to. This girl had twenty years of hurt pent up inside her; this therapy spanking could be a real doozy.
“May I make one request?” Piper asked as she slowly obeyed.
“You may.”
“Will you please call me Pippi? They called me Pippi when I was a little girl and Sadie and the other Littles started calling me that yesterday, and it helped my brain kinda settle down.”
“Pippi. The name suits you.” Catherine smiled. It was a very simple request and she would absolutely oblige. She could see how calling Piper a name from her youth would help put her in a younger mindset and potentially help to bring down some of her walls. Not that it mattered too much because Catherine planned to blow her walls to smithereens before this spanking was over, anyway. It was what Piper, no Pippi, needed and Cat was honored to give it to her.
Reaching up, she undid the button on Pippi’s jeans. Pippi stood with her hands wrapped around the elephant and her face buried in its soft fluff. She didn’t move as Cat shimmied the jeans down to her knees. Cat saw a blush creep up her neck and kiss her cheeks that were not quite hidden by her stuffed-animal shield as she stood in her panties in front of a practical stranger.
Cat moved slowly and methodically to give Pippi the chance to object if she needed to, but she didn’t. Aside from the blush deepening as Catherine took her panties down as well, Pippi didn’t move.
“Lay over my lap now, sweet girl.” She scooted all the way back on the couch so that Pippi’s body would be fully supported. It would also help Cat hold her in place as she spanked. Pippi set Ellie down and all but crawled into place before burying her face again.
“Good girl,” Cat praised as she rubbed the pale palette in front of her. She started off with slow, light swats, waking up Pippi’s skin. Redheads notoriously colored faster under a firm hand, and having not been spanked in so long, her skin wouldn’t be used to the attention. Catherine wanted this spanking to last a good long time, so she needed to make sure Pippi was prepared.
She worked up, down, and all around, giving each spot an equal amount of attention.
“While I’m spanking your bottom, I want you to think about all of the yucky things that are living in your brain and your heart.”
“That sounds dangerous,” Pippi mumbled.
“It’s not dangerous, but it’s not going to be easy either. It’s not supposed to be. We need to get you feeling better so you can move forward.”
“I am moving forward,” she argued.
Cat took it as a good sign that Pippi was feeling secure enough to talk back even though she was currently ass up over her lap.
“You are taking big steps, including this one, and I’m very proud of you. Are you proud of yourself?”
Pippi stayed quiet, her shoulders so tense they almost touched her ears. By the end of the spanking and hopefully, a good cathartic cry, Cat hoped her body would be limp and relaxed. If Pippi hadn’t already told them she had previous plans to meet with the other Littles, Cat would have loved to put her down for a nap when everything was said and done. Because if it all went as planned, Pippi would certainly need one.
Next time, Cat’s inner voice said. Catherine could only hope that there would be a next time. But now was not the time to think about the future. She had a Little over her lap to attend to and she intended to do a very thorough job.
The non-answer earned some harder swats to the undercurve of Pippi’s bottom.
“When I ask you a question, little one, I require a verbal response. There will be no hiding during this spanking, mentally or emotionally. You need to face this head-on.”
“Yes, I’m proud of myself,” Pippi squeaked.
“Well, that’s a good start. Now let’s talk about that horrid voice in your head.”
