“It is my hope that you will remember that when you contemplate defying me. That will leave the other kind of spanking for a more enjoyable outcome. In the future. Today, the task at hand is teaching a lesson about obedience. Take off your skirts and over you go.”
Lilli trembled, her heart racing as she reluctantly reached for the folds of her skirts. His words about “the other kind of spanking” echoed in her mind, bringing an unexpected flush of warmth to her cheeks. What did he mean by that? And why did the thought make her breath catch?
With shaking fingers, she unfastened her skirts, the rustle of fabric suddenly loud in the quiet room. Oliver watched her with those steady eyes that seemed to see right through her pretenses. She could not look at him directly, focusing instead on the pattern of the woven carpet beneath her feet.
“I implore you to reconsider.”
“Finish and I’ll help you over my lap. I care too much about you to reconsider. How are you to believe my word if I do not follow through on it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The skirts pooled around her ankles leaving her in just her chemise. “I’ve never... that is to say... no one has ever...Sir.” The words tumbled out in a whisper.
“I know, sweetheart. I had expected as much.” His voice softened, though the authority remained. “That’s why I shall be careful with you.”
The thin fabric offered little protection, and Lilli felt terribly exposed. Her whimper escaped unbidden. Her legs quivered beneath her as she stood before Oliver, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself. She required more hands to cover everything.
“Cast your eyes downward, Sir.”
“Come here, babygirl,” Oliver said, his voice gentle, yet leaving no room for argument while patting his thigh. “You are so beautiful.”
Lilli inched forward, her stomach a knot of anxiety and something else she could not quite name. When she reached hisside, she hesitated, unsure how to position herself or if she even could.
“Like this, little one,” he said, guiding her with gentle but firm hands until she was draped across his lap, her bottom raised, her face burning with mortification. “I shall expect you to place yourself over my knee the next time.”
Lilli sucked in a surprised breath. “You would do this again?” she squealed. “I could not, Sir,” she whispered.
He did chuckle at that remark. “My little darling, I expect you shall find yourself in similar straights often enough until you realized that Daddy is very intent on keeping you safely out of the suds and happily enjoying life.”
She highly doubted that would happen if he kept this behaviorup,but right now she had other things to occupy her mind. This position was utterly humiliating. Her chemise had ridden up slightly, exposing the backs of her calves and he raised it even higher. She could feel the solid warmth of his legs beneath her midsection, the strength in his hand as it rested lightly on her lower back. She held her breath, waiting for what was to come, her heart continued thundering against her ribs and there were butterflies in her middle and lower.
“I’ll give you a moment to settle,” Oliver said. “Take a deep breath for me.”
Lilli tried, but her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work properly. The air came in short, shallow gasps.
“Sounds as though the best course of action is to get this over quickly. Your first lesson in obedience begins now,” he said, his voice taking on that tone that brooked no argument. “You won’t need to count each stroke this time but that will be a requirement in the future. There will be ten. At the end of each, you will thank me. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears.
“Yes, what?” His hand pressed more firmly against her back as he patted her backside.
The word caught in her throat. Could she really say it? The strange feeling in her belly intensified. “Yes... Daddy.”
Oliver’s sharp intake of breath told her that he was as affected by the name as she was.
“What an excellent girl you are, behaving so well. Daddy is so proud of you.”
His words of praise sent a strange thrill through her that Lilli could not understand. She should be mortified, and she was, yet something about his approval made her want to please him further.
The first smack landed without warning. A sharp sting bloomed across her right cheek, the sensation so foreign that for a moment, Lilli couldn’t process it. Then the heat spread, radiating outward until she gasped.
“One,” Oliver reminded her gently. “What do you say?”
“Th-thank you,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.
“Thank you...?”
Her cheeks burned hotter than her smarting bottom. “Thank you, Daddy.”
