Page 56 of Her Courage

"That's right." Andrei stroked her hair, a gentle reward for her correct answer. "We established this rule for your well-being, not to control you. When you deliberately break it, you show disregard not only for our authority but for your own health."

"I'm sorry, Daddy A," she murmured.

"I know you are. But being sorry doesn't mean there aren't consequences." Andrei's hand smoothed over the curve of her ass through her dress. "Since this is your first punishment spanking, I think ten should suffice. You'll count each one, and you'll thank me after. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy A."

Kaleb leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched. The hungry expression on his face mirrored what I felt—desire, certainly, but also pride in how perfectly Lottie responded to correction.

Andrei lifted the hem of Lottie's dress, folding it neatly up to her waist to reveal her pale blue panties. The contrast against her creamy skin was enticing, and I shifted in my seat, trying to relieve the growing pressure in my pants.

The first real spank landed with a satisfying crack, Lottie's body jerking slightly at the impact.

"One," she gasped. "Thank you, Daddy A."

The second fell slightly lower, catching the sensitive spot where her thigh met her bottom. "Two! Thank you, Daddy A."

By the fifth spank, her voice had grown breathy, a telltale sign that her arousal was building alongside the sting. Andrei knew exactly how to calibrate his strength—firm enough to teach a lesson, but not so hard as to cause genuine distress.

"Six," she moaned, her hips subtly pushing back to meet his hand. "Thank you, Daddy A."

I couldn't take my eyes off them—the way Andrei's large hand contrasted against Lottie's reddening skin, how her body responded to each impact, the gentle way he paused between strikes to soothe the sting with a caress.

"Seven! Thank you, Daddy A."

Kaleb's breathing had grown heavier, his hand occasionally adjusting himself through his pants. I wasn't faring much better, my cock straining painfully against my zipper as I watched Lottie receive her punishment.

"Eight... thank you, Daddy A."

Her voice broke slightly on the ninth spank, a small sob escaping her. Not from pain—I knew Andrei would never truly hurt her—but from the overwhelming emotions that often accompanied a good spanking.

"Nine... thank you, Daddy A."

"Last one, kroshka," Andrei murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're taking your punishment so beautifully."

The final spank was the hardest, landing squarely across both cheeks with a resounding crack that made even me wince.

"Ten!" Lottie cried out, her body trembling. "Thank you, Daddy A."

Andrei immediately gathered her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as she buried her face in his neck. His large hand stroked up and down her back, soothing her as she caught her breath.

"Such a good girl for me," he murmured, pressing kisses to her forehead. "Taking your punishment so well. I'm proud of you, kroshka."

I shifted in my seat again, trying desperately to relieve the pressure on my aching cock. The sight of Lottie's red bottom, the way she clung to Andrei, the soft sounds of her breathing—it was almost too much. I wanted to strip her naked and lay her across the bed, to watch her come apart under my hands and mouth.

But that would have to wait. This was Andrei's scene to finish.

"Colby will rub lotion on your bottom before bed," Andrei told her, his fingers gently combing through her disheveled hair. "It will help with the sting."

Lottie nodded, her face still hidden against his neck. When she finally lifted her head, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with unshed tears and arousal.

"I really am sorry for working late," she said, her voice small.

"We know, baby girl," Kaleb replied from his position against the wall. "And now you're forgiven. Clean slate."

That was the beauty of our dynamic—discipline followed by immediate forgiveness and affection. No lingering resentment, no prolonged guilt. Just a lesson learned and love reaffirmed.

I finally stood, no longer able to remain a passive observer. "Dinner's ready whenever you are," I said, my voice rougher than I'd intended. "Though I think someone might need a moment to compose herself."