“You will. I have so much to teach you, godess.” I pulled back just far enough so she’d feel the heat of my declaration on her neck. “You will learn. I’m going to punish you now. I’m going to turn your pretty bottom red with my hand. You’re going to take your discipline like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I… I don’t know…”
I shushed her gently. “You’ll feel better after. You shouldn’t have flipped me off. You know it was wrong, don’t you?”
“I was mad at you. You aren’t going to let me use the pool.”
“We can’t always get what we want, babygirl. You have to trust that Daddy knows what’s best for you. It’s not okay to disrespect me, even if you’re mad.”
I moved my hand down from her breast, feeling her body through the thin camisole she wore. When I reached the band of her yoga pants, I tugged the material down slowly, revealing her bare ass.
Fuck. Nicola hadn’t given her underwear.
Maybe he wasn’t holding back as much as I’d thought.
I pushed the pants down her thighs, leaving them bunched at her knees so she couldn’t kick out at me, if she decided to be even naughtier.
I didn’t think she would, though. My godess was a sweet girl at heart. She just needed attention. Correction. Affection.
I lightly tapped my palm against her pale ass cheek, just hard enough to elicit a small pop. Judging by way she gasped and rocked her hips forward, you’d think I’d put my full strength behind the blow.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, guiding her back so her ass was thrust out, waiting for my discipline.
“Stay still,” I commanded, my tone dropping deeper without a thought.
A light tremor ran through her body, but she didn’t shift away when I released her waist.
I stroked her ass, letting her feel the heat and size of my hand. “Good girl.”
She pressed her face against her arm and let out the most adorable little whimper. She was deeply affected by my words of praise, by my gentle touch. She was still confused, probably overwhelmed by her reaction to the shifting dynamic between us.
But she wasn’t moving away from my hand.
My cock throbbed, straining against my jeans.
I took a breath and mastered my lust for her. This was for her benefit, not my sexual gratification. I got a deeper satisfaction out of her budding acceptance than I could have attained from a rough fuck against the wall.
“I’m going to give you ten,” I told her. “I want you to count them. Can you do that for me, godess?”
She kept her face tucked against her arm, as though she could hide from what was happening between us. But she nodded, and I was satisfied that she was ready to continue. She wasn’t screaming at me to let her go. She wasn’t fighting.
She was submitting, and her surrender was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
I let the first stinging slap land. It was little more than a love tap, but she wasn’t accustomed to this. She’d probably never been spanked in her life, as a child or an adult. So, I’d get her warmed up. I’d go a little easy on her. This first time, at least.
“You’re supposed to count,” I reminded her.
“One,” she whispered.
I slapped her other cheek, spreading out the heat.
“Two.”
The third hit was harder, delivering a little more sting. I watched her, studying her reaction.
“Three.”
Her face was still against her arm, her eyes squeezed shut.
I resumed stroking her ass. “Look at me.” It was an order, but my tone was soft, cajoling.
Her lashes fluttered, revealing her pretty blue eyes. She looked at me with such innocent confusion that all the air was knocked from my chest. She was just as pure and perfect as Nicola had always said, and I now fully understood why he worshipped her.
I tucked her hair behind her ear, and she didn’t flinch from my touch.
“You’re doing so well, babygirl. So sweet, trusting me to take care of you.”
“But you’re spanking me,” she whispered. She still didn’t understand her feelings. Deep in her heart, she knew this was a form of caretaking. But her feminist sensibilities were telling her that this was wrong.
“I am.” I trailed my fingers through her hair. “And you’re being so good for me. Are you sorry you disrespected me?”
She nodded, and I saw the truth in her eyes: she really meant it. She wasn’t lying to get out of further punishment.
“We’ll make it five, then,” I conceded. “Just this once. But don’t expect me to go soft on you every time. Consistency is important, and know that I’ll always follow through.”
She nodded again, accepting.
My cock jerked toward her, my balls aching. I bit back a groan and focused on what I needed to do.
“Two more, and then I want to hear you apologize,” I told her.
“But I am sorry,” she said softly.
I mustered up the smallest of smiles for her. “Yes, I am aware of that. There are now two more. Take care to keep track of your numbers. ”
I gave her two swift, hard slaps. She screamed and writhed in pain as she tried to escape the sting I had given her.
‘Four!’ she exclaimed in shock. “Five.”
What a good little girl. Inquiring minds want to know, “Are you prepared to apologize?”