Page 22 of Jade

Taking her hands, he pulled her forward and guided her across his lap. Unlike the first time, she was hyper aware of the feeling of his muscular legs against her stomach, and the presence of his cock. What was wrong with her? She’d never had these thoughts before. Pushing them from her mind, because he was a pastor, for god’s sake, she forced herself to be present and focused.

He flipped up her skirt and she felt a brush of cool air against her thighs from the ceiling fan above them.

“I’m going to pull down your panties now. Little girls should always be spanked on their bare bottoms.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His hands were on her hips, his fingers in the waistband of her day of the week panties. As he slowly skimmed them over her bottom and down her thighs, her skin felt like it was going to set itself on fire.

“Mmm,” she whimpered, pressing her thighs together in hopes that he wouldn’t notice the glistening juices of her arousal.

No such luck. As her panties slid from her feet and onto the floor, Ryan rested his hand in the crevice below her thighs. “Tsk,” he said, clicking his tongue. “My naughty little girl seems to be enjoying this. Does being naughty make you wet?”

She was horrified. Her face got hot and she wanted to melt into the floorboards. “No, not usually… I just… I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad, little one. Sometimes we can’t control our body’s natural reaction to a situation. In fact, I’m having trouble controlling my own.”

She felt it then, the quickening of his cock as it hardened beneath her belly. “Oh!” She exclaimed softly. “What do we do?”

“We don’t do anything. You, little one, are due a spanking, and that’s what you’re going to get.”

Right. She’d almost forgotten.

“I’m going to give you a proper warm up now, with my hand.” The words weren’t out of his mouth before the first smack fell, hard enough that the rush of pain distracted her from the pulsing between her legs. The swats came hard and fast, as if he too were trying to forget. And then, just as quickly, the warm up was over.

His hands splayed still across her cheeks, which were now warm and, she assumed, pinkened in color.

“You were very naughty, little one. And you were naughty on purpose. Did you want Daddy’s attention?”

He used the word himself, called himself Daddy and somehow that made this—whatever it was—between them seem more real.

“I just… wanted to feel pretty. And yeah, maybe I wanted to see what would happen?”

“And now, now that you are bare-bottomed over Daddy’s knee about to get your butt paddled, now how do you feel?”

“Silly. Ashamed. Sorry. Very sorry.”

“Yes, I imagine you will feel very sorry.” As he spoke, he took her arms and guided them to rest behind her back, holding her hands with one of his, and secured her legs between his just as Baze had shown him.

He lifted the paddle and her stomach tensed. Her shoulders went tight and she waited for the pain she knew would come.

It took her breath away. The hesitation he’d had the first time he spanked her was gone. He wasn’t hitting so hard that she couldn’t handle it, but he also wasn’t holding back.

“Owie!” she cried. If he hadn’t been holding her in place, she might have reared up, to jump away from the pain, but she couldn’t move so she laid across his lap and wailed, waiting for the paddle to fall again.

It did, once, and then four more times in quick succession. “When Daddy gives you a rule, your job is to follow that rule,” he lectured. “If you choose not to, there will be consequences every time.”

He spoke confidently, like he was making a promise, and she took it to heart. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry!”

“Oh, little one, you’re not sorry yet, but you are going to be. I’m going to paddle your bottom until I know you will think long and hard about breaking the rules on purpose in the future. And when I am finished with that, I’m going to give you extras for being defiant when you were asked to wash your face.”

Jade heaved a sigh. That moment had been pure Middle. She’d wanted to fight more than she ever had before, and she hadn’t liked the way she’d felt. Her heart had been full of resentment and fear and she deserved to be paddled for the way she had treated him.

“Yes, Daddy!” she cried, hoping he would get it over with. She needed the release of guilt a true punishment would bring and she no longer had doubts about his ability to deliver.

He didn’t say another word, choosing to let his paddle do the talking for him. Again and again the hard wood crashed across her backside, until she was gasping for breath and fighting tears, praying for it to be over.

But it wasn’t over. He didn’t stop, just shifted his legs and moved his aim. The next time the paddle fell, it was against the tender crease between her bottom and thigh.