He’s right about one thing. The longer I procrastinate, the longer I stay here. And I don’t want to be here with him one second longer than necessary.
9
Tristan Broussard
Emma Lia is late.I told her that we would have dinner at six sharp and it’s now five after.
We aren’t yet acquainted so she doesn’t understand how badly delays displease me. She has no idea how unsettled I become when my scheduled is disturbed. But she’s going to learn. And her first lesson will be tonight.
It’s eight minutes after when she comes into the dining room. Not only is she late, she’s not wearing the dress I chose for her and her hair isn’t styled the way that I instructed.
She’s blatantly disobeying me. Challenging me. Pushing to see how far she can go. And it’s time that she sees a glimpse of the Dominant inside me.
I get up from my seat and go to her. She steps beside her chair, waiting for me to pull it away from the table just as I did last night.
“Mmm. Something smells delicious.”
I step behind her and use my body to force hers to bend over the dining table. “You disobeyed me, Emma Lia.”
She squirms beneath me. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you what happens when you don’t follow my instructions.” I pull up the bottom of her dress and blood rushes to my dick, making it thick and hard when I see that she’s wearing a black thong. Perfect for skin-on-skin contact when my palm strikes her cheek. “You’ll get three swats for being tardy. Three swats for not wearing the red dress that I chose for you. Three swats for not wearing your hair up as I instructed.”
“You’re going to spank me? Now? Over the dining room table?”
“Yes, and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it. You’re getting nine strikes in total. Count them aloud and saySirafter each number. Do you understand?”
She looks over her shoulder, and her eyes meet mine. “No. I don’t understand any of this madness.”
“Then you’ll learn by experience. Palms on the table and lower your face so that your chin rests against your chest.”
She narrows her eyes before turning and dropping her head. The back of her hair splits and falls over her shoulders so that her upper back is exposed in her strapless dress.
I love her flawless pale ivory skin. She hasn’t blemished it with years of sun exposure. I delight in that, and I can’t wait to see how well it reddens with the bite of a flogger.
Her back, normally straight as a rod, is perpendicular to her lower body. “Slightly bend at the knees and arch your back. I want your ass tilted upward.”
She lunges forward when my palm strikes her right cheek. “Count it and say Sir afterward.”
“One…Sir.”
My cock jumps when I hear her call me Sir for the first time. “Good girl.”
I strike her a second time and wait for the words. But they don’t come. I’m not sure if she’s waiting for a cue or challenging me. “I’m not going to prompt you to say the words every time.”
“Two, Sir.”
I strike her a third time, and she counts it off without cueing. I’m in fucking heaven and hard as steel by the time we reach the final one.
“Nine, Sir.”
I rub my palm over the handprint on her ass cheek. Not near as red as it will be in the future. “I took it easy on you since this was your first time. That won’t always be the case.”
She stands upright and straightens her dress, her chin a little higher than usual. I wait a moment to hear what she has to say about the spanking, but she’s silent.
That’s too bad. I really want to know what she thinks about it.
I pull out her dining chair and she lowers herself into the seat with grace as though she didn’t just take nine strikes on her ass.
