“Well,” she hedged, wondering if she was going to get herself out of this one intact. “You’re very attractive and wealthy of course, so I knew you would fit in with the other couples…”
“And?”
“And I thought you were easy,” she finished with a guilty blush.
“Easy, as in easily manipulated?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Oh Darlin’,” he laughed, “You’ve made a huge error in judgment.” And with his laughter still ringing in her ears she was pulled over his lap. Her very first spanking began over her thick robe, but that was soon dispensed with as he lifted it to her waist and saw that her bottom was hardly pink. “This will never do,” he commented calmly as he arranged it so her bottom and thighs were completely uncovered.
Erica screamed and struggled, but it made not a whit of difference. John was strong, fit and determined and he proceeded as though she was, in fact, an unruly child. Spank after spank rained down on her unprotected backside and her initial embarrassment was quickly replaced with thoughts of self-preservation.
“I’m sorry, John,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll never behave like that again.”
“Of course you will,” he replied, not even out of breath. “Basically, you’ve done just as you please your entire life, with no one to stop you or give you consequences. Your words to me last night were ‘You’re not the boss of me’. Granted, you were highly intoxicated at the time,” he continued, smacking away at a brisk pace and turning her bottom bright pink. “And technically, you were correct. I was not the boss of you at that precise moment in time, but I am at this one. You are over my lap getting a damn good spanking, one that you richly deserve, I might add. How dare you think you can manipulate me? I eat little girls like you for breakfast, and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, honey, although that also has its appeal.”
“Oh God,” she cried as his words both shocked and thrilled her. His hand was equivalent to any paddle she’d seen at Sugar Babies and she never imagined a spanking could hurt so much. New respect for the women she’d partied with last night flooded her. How could they survive this on a regular basis? No wonderElena and Jo were so nervous about going into that club. She’d practically had to drag them through the door.
“I’m not hearing much out of you for a change,” John remarked. “You don’t have to be stoic. I won’t think less of you if you howl and beg for mercy,” he teased as he moved from one cheek to the other. “All little girls cry when they get what they deserve.”
“When pigs fly,” she spat over her shoulder, “that’s when I’ll beg for mercy!”
“Is that so?” he asked lifting her cheeks and giving her several crisp slaps to the underside of her bottom. “In all fairness I must tell you that I have no intention of stopping anytime soon and certainly not until I feel you are truly remorseful, so go ahead and tough it out sweetheart. My hand is pretty strong.”
Are you kidding me, she mentally screamed, it’s like a board. But I’m made of tougher stuff, she told herself, just before he moved to the backs of her thighs, then she was suddenly a marshmallow.
“Please, please stop,” she begged, her tears soaking the sofa. “I’ll…I’ll be good. I’ll never try to manipulate you…again,” she sobbed, finally accepting both the pain and his discipline.
John didn’t stop, at least not as quickly as she’d hoped. He continued spanking her thighs until he was sure she would feel it for quite a while and then returned to her bottom for another round before he wound down. When it was over he comforted her much like he would a child, with soothing words and rocking until her sobs had turned to hiccups. Taking his hankie out of his pocket he wiped her tears and made her blow her nose, which was almost as mortifying as the spanking.
“Now, little one,” he said kindly as he stood her on her feet. “Let this be a lesson to you. I won’t put up with anymore foolishness from you, understand?”
Erica nodded, tears still running down her face as she tried to hold them back.
“Are you going to behave for the rest of our trip?”
Her bottom lip was quivering in the most adorable way as she nodded again. Apparently words were beyond her at the moment and he softened and pulled her into his arms, gently rubbing her back. She immediately burst into another round of sobs as she clung to his tall frame.
“There, there,” he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair away from her face. “That’s enough now. You survived your first spanking and I think you’ll be the better for it, at least with me. You go and make yourself beautiful for the wedding and I’ll be back to pick you up.”
“Okay,” she whispered, using the sleeve of her robe to wipe her nose.
“And Erica,” he said as he reached the door and turned back to her.
“Yes?” she sniffed.
“You really are an amazing woman, you just have a little girl inside that needs to make an appearance every now and then. When that happens, you need someone around to make sure she stays safe and happy, do you understand?”
“No,” she replied forlornly.
“That’s okay baby, you will in time.”
“Will you be around to help me?” she asked her eyes wide and frightened.
“As a friend? Always Darlin’,” he replied with a wink. “As more than that, we’ll see.”
Chapter Twenty-One
