“I think you’ve been a bad girl, Miss,” he said.
I kissed him and held him close, my fingers running up and down his back.
He smiled and said, “it seems like you’re trying to distract me from giving you a spanking.”
“If you’re distracted I think that speaks to your own lack of willpower,” I laughed.
That got me a look and I was quickly turned over to lie on my stomach.
But not before I gave my own look. The “you don’t want to hurt me” look. Maybe not as sympathetic as this one. It seemed I wasn’t fooling anyone.
The wood paddle struck my bottom, light at first but that didn’t last long. The swats got harder as I tried to keep myself from turning to the side and ending up hit on my thigh.
His fingers rubbed between my legs and my “Oww’s” quickly turned to “Aah’s.” “It seems that you’re enjoying this,” he whispered into my ear. I couldn’t form any words and nodded in reply.
Now who was distracting whom?
Always the tease, the spanking resumed. The leather paddle now connected with my reddening cheeks as I squirmed on the bedspread. I voiced my discomfort but quieted again when his fingers returned.
Heat was already emanating from my bottom before the leather strap came out. Anything long enough to strike both cheeks at once always hurts so much more. I braced myself as a few final hard swats landed.
I breathed deeply as his hand rubbed my stinging bottom. “We’re finished with your first spanking for today.”
First?? I turned my head into my pillow to hide my smile.