Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Connor
Connor hadn’t known her eyes could get any wider, but they could, and did when she saw the wooden spoon he pulled from his back pocket. Her gaze followed the spoon as he placed it on the sofa cushion to his right. Her eyes deepened to the color of the ocean late in the evening as her pupils dilated. A red flush rose up her neck to paint her cheeks a lovely rose color.
Her hands trembled. He wanted her to be nervous but not fearful, so he gently took her hands in his and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed each one, never taking his eyes off hers.
“I know you’re nervous. That’s to be expected. But trust that I’ll never harm you. I’m going to spank you, and it will hurt, but I’d sooner rip off my own arm than do anything that leaves bruises or even marks that don’t fade quickly.”
He wasn’t sure he helped the situation because her trembling increased. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this. He was about to tell her he could give her lines instead when she spoke.
“I know you won’t hurt, well, harm me.”
Even though that was good to hear, he needed to get this over and done before she imagined herself into a panic attack. He reached for her waist, and she sucked in a breath as he unbuttoned her jeans. It rushed right back out as he took his time drawing down the zipper, running his finger down the soft skin of her abdomen as he went. He grazed the denim down her hips, catching the elastic band of her panties—red with large white snowflakes—and taking them down with her jeans.
She cried out when the top of her underwear touched the top of her mons. Grabbing his hand, she yelled, “Wait!”
“Not so loud, trouble. I can do this with girls asleep or awake. It’s up to you.” The pink flooding her cheeks intensified to a deep rose and he decided that would be the perfect color for her lower cheeks for this first spanking. “Now, what is the problem?”
He drew circles over her hips while waiting for her to explain. When she said nothing, he tugged her panties lower but stopped with the elastic resting just above her clit.
“We are going to discuss your attention to your personal safety, or lack of attention. It seems an impression needs to be made to help you remember how much your careless disregard of the rules of common sense could cost you and the people you love. We’re going to have this discussion with you over my knee while I spank your bare bottom.”
Without losing her eyes, he ran his finger along the elastic of her panties. She held back a moan by catching that plump bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes. Eyes that shot back open when he brushed the tip of his finger over the already swollen nub of her clit.
“Oh! C-Connor!”
“Because this is your first spanking, I’ll offer you the one-time option of lowering your jeans and panties the rest of the way to your ankles once you’re over my knee. Would you like that?”
She nodded immediately.
“All right, then ask me to do that for you, trouble.”
“Wh-what?” She closed her eyes again, and her cheeks shaded even darker.
He wanted, no, he needed to see her eyes. “Open your eyes, babygirl, look at me, and ask Daddy to please lower your pants and panties after you’re over my knee.”
Silently, those eyes begged him not to make her ask, but he could smell her arousal. If he ran his finger up her slit, he’d find it soaking wet, so he waited.
“P-please take down my?—”
He stopped her by pressing his finger to her lips. “Who am I?”
She whimpered and started over. “Please, D-Daddy, please take down my p-pants and panties after I’m over your knee.”
A growl rumbled his throat. “Good girl.” She shivered at my words.
Lowering her across his knees, he adjusted her position until she was centered over his lap and removed her jeans and panties. Before she gave into the temptation to cover her ass with her hand, he placed his own broad hand in the center of her creamy cheeks.
As he rubbed circles over her smooth skin, he adjusted his legs to relieve the pressure on his swollen cock. “Did it occur to you, naughty girl, that if you’d had a wreck coming home with Sophie, Sadie, and Nori in the car, you might not have been the only one hurt?”
She went rigid, then her shoulders began to shake. Emotion clogged her voice when she spoke. “N-n-no.”
“Don’t worry, babygirl. Daddy knows exactly what to do to make sure that, among other things we’ll be discussing, will never happen again. Isn’t that right, trouble?”
When she didn’t answer, he took that as his cue to get started. Lifting his hand, he brought it down in the center of her cheeks with a sharp smack.
“Ow!” Bliss jumped and shifted on his lap, as if he’d let her escape. He placed a hand on her hip, keeping her in place.
Eyes wide with surprise, she cried, “I don’t like that! It hurt!”
“Well, babygirl, I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy that one. I’d better keep trying until I get it right.”
He set a hard, steady onslaught on her behind, smacking first one cheek, then the other. He moved back and forth, make sure each swat was firm but not too fast.
She yelped, then cried out, “Oh! Wait! Stop!”
He did not stop. After all, consistency was key. He did pause long enough to hand her a throw pillow so she could muffle the sound of her cries. What could he say? He was a giver.
“Please, I-I won’t ever go without my seatbelt again! Ouch. Ow! Please!”
She clenched her bottom, squeezing as if that could ward off the pain. “I don’t want a spanking anymore! I’m a big girl, I mean, I’m a grown woman! Wait!”
He ignored her words and brought his hand down harder and faster. She buried her face in the pillow, then lifted it and growled. He wasn’t getting through to her. So, he continued to smack her bottom harder and faster, until her backside was flattening with each swat and giving a sexy bounce each time he lifted his hand, only to bring it down again. And again.
She twisted and turned, trying to avoid his hand, so he lowered his target and began to smack the backs of her thighs. At that, she kicked her leg with a strength that would make an Olympic swimmer proud, her shins beating the couch cushions.
Finally, she’d had all she could take. Reaching back, she tried to shield her reddened posterior from his hand. He easily grabbed her wrist and locked it in place at her hip. Every time he thought of easing up, he remembered the skid marks on the highway when her tire had blown out. Ignoring her pleas for mercy, he kept swatting her bottom until it was a deep, dusky rose.
“Oh! Oh, please, Daddy, please stop! I’m sorry! I promise!” Though she had tears in her eyes, she had not reached the place he needed her to be. He brought his hand down again and again, and though she howled, he could smell her arousal.
He stopped smacking her bottom, once again rubbing her now thoroughly heated cheeks.
She made the most adorable mews and gasps and moans as she repeated, “I-I’m s-so s-sor-ry!” and promised to never do anything wrong ever again.
“That’s good, babygirl. I’m glad you’re learning something here, but we aren’t done.” He shifted her so that her bottom was higher, and her back was slightly arched. He didn’t think she noticed him picking up the wooden spoon, but soon he popped her already tender skin.
If her howl of outrage was anything to go by, she wasn’t expecting the added sharp sting the spoon delivered. After ten smacks, she began to cry. Her crying dissolved into wails and begging before he reached twenty.
He didn’t bother with words at that point. He focused on delivering his message in a more concrete fashion that couldn’t be misinterpreted. He turned her bottom a deep, dark rose before concentrating on her sit spots. She twisted and sobbed, squirmed and kicked, doing everything she could to avoid the splats of the spoon, all the while promising any and everything under the sun to convince him to stop.
Finally, she went limp over his lap and sobbed. He held her there, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, allowing her to cry it out. She’d stored up a lot of tension and guilt over the past months, but he didn’t rush her. He was glad she finally had a way to let it all out.
When her sobs dwindled to hitched breaths, he said, “That’s my good girl. You took your first spanking very well. We’re all done, and we can put it all behind us.”
He turned her in his lap and lifted her to straddle his thighs so she wouldn’t have to rest her well-shined bottom on anything solid. Still sniffling, she put her cheek on his shoulder.
“Tell me, babygirl, did you remember you could use your safeword?”
She nodded slowly. When she answered him, fatigue rode her voice hard. “I did.”
“Why didn’t you use it?” He was really curious what her answer would be.
“Because I deserved a spanking for putting the girls and myself at risk. And because I hoped a hard spanking would help me get rid of all the yucky feelings I had inside. So, even though it hurt a lot, you weren’t harming me. You were helping me. So, I didn’t need my safeword.”
“That’s my big girl. Thank you for telling me. I’m very proud of you.”
He felt the shimmer pass through her at his words and it settled in his heart. Wrapping his arms around her, he rocked her gently until she fell asleep in his arms. He held her and planned. They had a lot to talk through when she woke up.