“I guess not, too.” He exhales, his breath warm against my temple. “Baby girl, these aren’t major infractions, but it’s important that I set up the expectations and consistency from the beginning of our relationship. Now, here is what is going to happen next.” His voice drops, sending a jolt of nerves and something darker, something needy, straight to my core. “I’m going to pull down your pants and your underwear, lay you across my lap, and turn your beautiful white ass into a bright shade of red as a reminder to take care of yourself and follow Daddy’s rules. Do you understand?”
My breath hitches. “Yes, Daddy.” I swallow hard, my pulse hammering in my throat.
This is it.
This is the first adult spanking of my life.
Will it be like the scenes in the romance novels I read? Will it fulfill all my DDlg fantasies and connect us in the way I hope it will?
“What’s your safeword, Holly?”
“Mistletoe.”
“Good girl.” He gives my hip a gentle squeeze. “Stand up.”
I obey, my legs trembling as I rise. He guides me to stand between his knees, his hands warm as he unbuttons my jeans and slides them down, along with my underwear, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The cool air of the room kisses my bare skin, and I shiver.
“Over my lap, baby.”
I hesitate for only a second before draping myself over his thighs, my hands clutching the arm of the couch. His palm rests on my lower back, grounding me, and then?—
SMACK.
The first swat lands with a sharp sting, and I gasp, my fingers curling into the fabric. It isn’t as hard as I feared, but it isn’t gentle either. His hand comes down again, each spank landing with deliberate precision, the heat building with every strike. It’s not long before my butt goes from cold to uncomfortably warm. It feels like the beginning stages of a sunburn when he starts talking.
“You are mine, Holly,” he says, his voice rough but controlled. “And that means I take care of you, even when you forget to take care of yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I whimper, the sting radiating through me, but so is something else, something warm and safe and right. I don’t begin to understand it but my clit starts to throb, my nipples tighten under my shirt. Oh god. My pussy is getting wet and I’m naked, thighs spread. What if he sees? What if he sees my arousal? Will it disappoint him? Will he think I’m not taking the punishment seriously?
He pauses, his hand rubbing soothing circles over the heated skin. “This isn’t just a punishment, baby. This is a reminder anda promise. I will always make sure you’re safe, even if that means your ass is sore for a while.”
If he sees my arousal, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he raises his hand and brings it down in a fast, furious rhythm covering every inch of my exposed bottom and upper thighs. I forget about the arousal as the pain of his lesson settles in.
“I need you to be the best version of Holly you can be. You are mine and I take care of what is mine. It’s important to me that you stay healthy and safe, baby girl. The thought of you being alone and fainting and hitting your head from not eating or being stranded on the side of the road in the elements, scares me.”
I bury my face in the couch cushion, tears pricking at my eyes and not from pain, but from the overwhelming rush of emotions.He cares. He really cares.
The spanking continues, each swat a little harder, a little more insistent, until my breath comes in little sobs and my bottom feels like it’s on fire. But through it all, his other hand never leaves my back, his touch a constant anchor.
Finally, he stops. His palm cups my heated flesh, squeezing gently. “All done, sweetheart.”
I stay draped over his lap, my chest heaving, my skin tingling. He helps me up, pulling me onto his lap and cradling me against his chest. His fingers brush through my hair, his voice a low rumble.
“You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”
I melt into him, my arms wrapping around his waist. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I know, Holly. And I forgive you. But remember, my rules are there to keep you safe. Understood?”
I nod, sniffling. “Understood, Daddy.”
His hand slides down to cup my bottom, making me yelp at the lingering sting. “Good girl. Now, we have a couple other things to talk about.” My eyes widen. Surely, I didn’t break any other rules? "Not like that.”
"I'm listening."
"Thursday's HR meeting. They're going to ask questions. About how the relationship started, whether there's been any favoritism, how we plan to maintain professionalism."
"What do I say?"
