I walk over to where he's standing, stopping just in front of him. He looks down at me, expression serious but not unkind.
“This is a test,” he says quietly. “To see how your body responds and to see if this is actually what you need, or if it's just a fantasy. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word red. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Out loud, Madison.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. Now turn around.”
I do, heart pounding so hard I'm sure he can hear it. His hands settle on my hips and he moves me exactly where he wants me to be.
“Hands on the back of the couch. Bend forward slightly.”
I lean forward, gripping the leather. The position makes me feel exposed and vulnerable but also strangely safe. Because Ty's hands are steady on my hips, anchoring me in place.
“This is just a warm-up,” he says, voice low. “Five swats. I want you to count them out loud. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
The first one lands, it’s firm but controlled, over my jeans. Not painful, exactly. More like... attention-getting.
“One,” I breathe.
“Good girl.” The second comes quickly after, in the same spot.
“Two.”
By the third, heat is blooming not just on my skin but through my whole body. Something about the rhythm, the control, the way he's completely focused on me. It’s a harder swat, much harder.
“Three,” I manage.
The fourth lands slightly lower and harder, and I gasp.
“Four.”
“You're doing beautifully,” he murmurs. “One more.”
The final one is the firmest yet, making me rock forward slightly against my hands.
“Five,” I whisper.
Immediately, he pulls me upright and turns me around, hands cupping my face. “You did so well. How do you feel?”
I take inventory. My skin tingles. My heart is racing. But mostly, I feel... settled. Grounded. Like something that was buzzing anxiously in my chest has finally gone quiet. Between my thighs is wet, I know without even having to touch myself. That was the biggest turn on.
“Good. Safe and a bit turned on,” I admit.
He grins. “Good. That's exactly right.”
He guides me back to the couch, pulling me against his side. His hand rubs slow circles on my back. “That was a small sample,” he says quietly. “To see if your body responds the way your mind thinks it will. And it does. But, Madi Baby, if you are in trouble, you won’t be spanked like that.”
“How will I be spanked?”
“Bare ass over my thighs. Trust me, it will be a lot more than five swats. I love how your body is responding to my dominance, sweetheart. But, make no mistake, a discipline spanking is going to last a lot longer than five swats.”
“It’s a good thing I’m always well behaved,” I tease and he laughs. “So, we're really doing this? For real?” I ask.
