“After your punishment, you’ll be picking all these up under my supervision.” She glanced up at my face, and realized that my fierceness was an act, and she relaxed slightly, though her breathing was rapid.
James
I sat on the chair and brought her around to face me. I wanted to move quickly, before she thought too much about it. “Drop your pants.”
Her hands went to the button of her jeans, and she hesitated. “Are you …”
“Don’t think about it too much.” I let a note of gentleness into my voice, after all she didn’t know me very well. “Drop your pants.”
Her face flamed with embarrassment, and she unbuttoned her jeans. She couldn’t bring herself to push them down though, and I took over, pulling them down to her knees. I left her panties on as it might be too much too soon to take them off, and then I pulled her face down over my lap.
“No, please. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said. Her voice was a bit muffled, and I smiled. This felt good.
“I’m glad you feel that, Toni. I’m going to make sure the lesson stays in.” I tugged her jeans further down her legs to her ankles. I needed to be able to get between her thighs in a moment. I looked at her ass and her long, shapely legs as she lay over my lap, and my hand smoothed over her tight cheeks. She drew her breath in sharply.
“All right. Antonia, I’m going to punish you for being an untidy little madam, and for being angry at the staff for something I ordered them to do. Do you understand?” While I was speaking, I let my hand slide between her thighs, and pressed her pussy lips gently through her panties. I wanted her in no doubt that this lesson would proceed and be followed by a further lesson in bed.
She jerked beneath my hand and I felt a spurt of dampness between her legs. The little minx was excited by this. Then she shifted again, and I knew she could feel the hardness of my cock as it pressed into her belly.
I let my hand meet her ass sharply. “I said, do you understand?”
She jumped again. I hadn’t hurt her. Let her think it wouldn’t hurt.
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good.” At that, I laid one arm across her back to hold her onto my lap, and with the other I tugged her panties down to her knees. She immediately went rigid and began to wriggle. “Please.”
I pressed my hand against her ass. “Stop that. Stop moving, or it’ll hurt more.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, gentling her, stroking her, arousing her, and she eventually lay still once more.
I concentrated on remembering this, her perfect round ass offered up to me to do with as I wished, her breathing fast and rasping. “Fifteen spanks.” I let my tone be firm, and I rubbed her cheeks firmly.
Then I lifted my hand and let it meet her ass with more sound than pressure. But it would sting in a moment. She jumped under my hand, but didn’t make a sound. Then I spanked her other ass cheek. Now I could build this up. I began a steady rhythm, and her ass cheeks reddened under my hand. My cock was rigid and hard with what I was doing, controlling and teaching this girl a lesson she wouldn’t forget. The real lesson was to obey me, to do as I asked and to be willing to humiliate herself in front of me for my pleasure.
She began to cry out softly. “Please, that’s enough. You’re hurting me. Ow.”
“Fifteen spanks, Toni. You can take this. You have to learn to be a lady. This is number eight.” I continued, letting the occasional one drift down to the sweet spot where her thighs met her ass, and I would hear her sharper intake of breath. After ten, I let my hand drift between her legs, slide along her lips, and touch her tender clit and she clenched around me, her wetness evidence that she was excited by what was happening.
I continued her punishment, spanking her harder now. I wanted her to be aware of her sore bottom every time she sat down for the rest of the day. She’d soon learn who was boss.
I counted the last three out for her, so she’d know she was nearly through, and after the fifteenth, I stayed in position, rubbing her ass gently, tenderly, to reduce the stinging. She struggled to get up, though, and I could hear her hiccuping little snivels.
“Wait a moment more,” I soothed, continuing to rub her ass, round and round until she flopped down again, willing to wait for me to make the next move. I bent, dropping a kiss onto each pink-marked cheek. Then I lifted my arm and let her rise unsteadily to her feet. Her face was tear-stained, more, I thought with the humiliation than the pain, and I smiled.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” I reached out, and stopped her pulling up her panties and jeans.
“Yes,” she muttered.