“Punishment?”
“I accept responsibility for last night, but we both know you left the elevator unlocked on purpose. I will ensure you never disobey a direct order again. Is that clear?” Cheryl gulped, her slight tremor betraying her anxiety. Still, her eyes blew wide. She wanted to know what being punished by me meant, and I wouldn’t disappoint her.
With dinner done and the dishes washed, it was time. “Cheryl, do you see that corner? Undress, stand in it, interlace your fingers behind your head, and press your nose into the corner. When I am ready, I will call you, and you will come to me. Understood?”
She nodded and stood.
“Words.”
“Yes, sir,” she sang, sashaying across the room, her sexy ass swinging. I shook my head at her audacity, stoked the fire, and grabbed the ginger. I peeled it and shaped it into a handled plug.
I placed it and my belt on the coffee table, along with a bowl of coconut oil. I sat on the couch and looked at the naughty brat, admiring her ass. It really was the nicest I’d ever seen. “I’m ready. Keep your hands on your head and walk to me.”
Cheryl turned around, noted the items on the table, and audibly gulped. It was time to be the daddy and show this naughty brat what she wouldn’t get away with. I curled my finger at her, and she walked the few feet separating us.
“You can remove your hands now and place yourself over my lap.” She obeyed. “Now slide your hands under my thigh.” To obey, she had to move forward and perch over one thigh insteadof being centered. I placed one of my legs over both of hers, locking her in place. Once she was secured, I began to rub her back and ass.
“Tell me what you did wrong.” She squeezed her breasts, no doubt trying to control her arousal. I smacked my hand hard against her cheeks, the sound echoing in the small cabin.
“I didn’t lock the elevator like I promised.”
“That’s right.” I punctuated my words with several hard spanks, eliciting squeals as she tried to reach back, but I had trapped her hands beneath my thigh, preventing her from freeing them.
“So now you need to be punished, don’t you, brat?”
She moaned as I delivered finger-imprinting smacks to her backside. “Answer me,” I demanded, aiming my spanks at the tops of her thighs, wanting her to feel the heat in her core, a heat that would quickly penetrate to her core. The spanking was merely a prelude to naughtier punishments.
Cheryl squirmed, but she was stuck. Finally, when her skin turned dark pink, I stopped spanking and ran a finger along her seam. She was soaking wet; taking her would be easy.
I scooped her wetness with my finger and rubbed it on her puckered hole. Then, I took the ginger root and slowly inserted it until only the handle-like part was visible. Cheryl took it well. Using the same fingers, I played with her clit, rubbing the juice all over it. Within seconds, she was panting, a sheen of sweat on her back.
“Oh, my, oh, what is that? Oh my god, Gabriel, it’s burning, it’s burning so bad.”
I struggled to suppress my laughter. “This is just the beginning. Now, go stand in the corner with your ginger root and put your nose against the wall.”
I lifted Cheryl off my lap, but she remained bent over. “I can’t, Daddy, it burns so bad.”
“So you can’t walk to the corner because your ass is burning?”
“Yes. Please, I beg for mercy.”
I turned her around, so she was bent over the end of the couch. “That’s fine, stay there.”
I picked up the belt, and before she knew it, leather swooshed through the air, landing on her backside with a loud snap. Cheryl yelped and immediately stood up straight. “I guess you can make it to the corner now, brat?”
“Yes, Sir.” She hobbled to the corner, her red, swollen ass and weeping cunt submissively displayed. It was all I could do to resist taking her too soon.
Cheryl kept hopping from foot to foot, undoubtedly trying to cool the burning sensation. “Over the couch. Now!” She hobbled back and lay across the couch. “You get twenty with my belt, naughty brat, then my cock will scratch your itch. If you move, you get five more. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, darlin’?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I aimed the first stroke at the juncture between her thighs and ass. Cheryl howled but remained still. I worked my way up with the following two strokes, and she screeched with each one. Thank God we were tucked away in the forest, considering the noise she was making.
The belt whipped over her swollen flesh, sending a wave of heat through her core. To my surprise, Cheryl moaned loudly, parting her legs. I reached forward and tapped her plump, pink lips, and she gushed. Again, I was impressed with how readily she responded. I landed the remainder of her twenty strokes, focusing the swings on the lower half of her cheeks to increase the heat.
