Learning to Be Little Again(18)

“Alright, Juliana, because you’re asking for it and you did sass back to me at dinner. I want you to stand up and remove your pants and underwear. Place them on the coffee table and then lie back down over my lap.”

I stood up on shaky legs, removed my clothes, and laid back down on his lap. I felt so exposed in this position. He could do whatever he wanted to do to me. Flashbacks started going through my head of when Boyle had spanked me. He’d liked to use other things to hit me that left me bruised for a solid week.

“Tell me why I’m giving you a spanking, Juliana,” Robert said, pulling me out of my memories.

“Because I was rude to you and because I asked for it.”

“That’s right,” he said, softly running his fingers over my bare bottom, sending shivers through my entire body. “If at any time during this spanking it’s too much for you, I want you to say the word, red. That will stop everything. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He ran his fingers over my bottom for a couple more minutes, which stretched my nerves to the wire. I just wanted to get this over with, not prolong it! I had to know if he would spank in the same vicious, unloving way that Boyle had. If he did, I would never speak to him again.

Smack! “You will—be polite—when I—or someone else—is talking to you.”

The first set of spanks startled me. They were rapid, quick smacks that rotated around my entire bottom, and he continued to scold me in between each couple of spanks. Each smack stung and heated my bottom up. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable.

Smack! “You will—trust that I—will take care of you.”

The spanking had started off warm, but it now turned into a fiery pain. Each smack felt like Robert had a hand made of steel. I began to whimper and tried to move my bottom away, but he put his elbow down on my lower back to keep me still. Why did I asked for this again? I wondered as I bit back a cry when a particularly hard smack landed on the left side of my bottom.

Smack! “You. Will. Eat. More. Food. Without. Complaining.” With that last word, he slapped the center of my bottom extra hard. I screamed as pain radiated its way across my butt. I couldn’t help the tears that cascaded down my face. I kept apologizing profusely, promising I wouldn’t be rude to him ever again.

“It’s okay, baby girl. You’re forgiven now. Come here,” he said, pulling me up and turning me so I was sitting in his lap. He reached for the blanket I kept on my couch and wrapped me up in it.

“I’m… so… sorry!” I heaved, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer to me.

“It’s okay, baby girl. Everything is forgiven.” He kept cooing to me as he rubbed my back. I snuggled closer to him, just wanting to be close.

After several minutes of more teary sorrys, I finally shed my last tear and looked up at Robert. This spanking was nothing like how Boyle’s had been. It had hurt a lot, but it had been bearable. Granted, even though it was bearable, that didn’t mean that I would be going out of my way to get another one again.

“Thank you for doing that,” I whimpered.

“Do you want to tell me why you wanted a spanking? Earlier you said you hated spankings.”

I looked down at my fingers in my lap, not sure if I was ready to admit why I wanted him to spank me. I didn’t want him to be angry that I thought he would act like Boyle while he was punishing me.

“Juliana, in a relationship like this, both partners have to be completely honest with one another or else problems are bound to pop up.”

“You’re right. I… I wanted you to spank me so… so I knew that you weren’t like… him.”

“Boyle?”

I nodded, still staring at my fingers. He’s going to leave me now.

“And?”

“And what?” I asked, glancing up at him. Why isn’t he leaving?

“And am I anything like him when I spank you?”

“No! He always used his belt when he spanked me, and it was always long and hard and terrible. That’s why I wanted to try it with you. If you were going to do that, then I would never go out with you again. Your spanking did hurt, but it wasn’t too much for me to handle. Plus, you didn’t lock me up afterward. This was the best spanking I’ve ever had,” I said quickly. I needed him to understand that.

“Juliana, what did I tell you before? What Boyle did to you was not how a good age play relationship is.”

“I know, I just… I just still had to see for myself.”

He sighed and said, “I get it. Thank you for trusting me enough to show you that getting punishments hurt, but they aren’t the end of the world.”