“Ouch! Because—I cheated…” She whimpered a little louder.
“Do good girls cheat on their tests?” I let my hand linger for a second and then pulled it back.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“No!” She kicked her feet and squirmed.
“So what were you when you decided to cheat? Were you being a good girl?” I left my hand flat against her ass.
“No…” She shook her head back and forth. “I was—being a bad girl.”
“And what happens to bad girls?” I lifted my hand.
“They—get spanked.” She exhaled sharply and grabbed onto my pants.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god, I’m sorry! I won’t cheat again!” She squealed and bounced on my knee.
“I’m glad to hear that.” I rubbed her ass a little bit. “But, you’ve already cheated—so you have to be punished for it.”
“Y-yes, sir,” She whimpered but settled back across my knee once she stopped bouncing.
She seems to be taking it well. I’ll try a few smacks that are a little harder at the end of this series…
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ah! I’m sorry!” She bounced a little more when she felt the last three, which were placed directly in the middle of her ass. “Please, I won’t do it again!”
The barrier is coming down. She won’t be able to take much more—I don’t want to actually hurt her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god…” She buckled against my knee and I heard a faint sob in her throat.
“I think that’s enough for now. If you cheat again, you’ll be across my knee a lot longer. Do you understand?” I put some firmness in my question.
“Yes sir!” She nodded quickly. “It’ll never happen again!”
“Good.” I patted her ass a couple of times. “Now, let’s talk about the other issue—you called me an old man.”
“Oh wait, no! I didn’t mean it…” She shook her head back and forth.
“You still did it and you’re still going to get punished for it.” I lifted my hand—they were going to pretty gentle compared to what she had already gotten, but they were still required.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Okay—I won’t do it again…” She whimpered and kicked her feet.
She’s sore enough for the gentle smacks to hurt a little bit…
“We’ll see if you can bite your tongue next time.” I leaned forward and scooped her up in my arms.
Chrissy had a hint of tears in the corner of her eyes, but the spanking wasn’t enough to make her cry. It was a good introduction and she would be able to process how it made her feel once she had time to settle down some. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She let her head rest on my shoulder and curled up in my lap. It felt really good to have her against me—but that wasn’t what it was about. I gave her a little taste and she would have to determine if it was something she wanted to experience again. She stayed in my arms for nearly thirty minutes before she finally leaned back from my shoulder. There were no more tears in her eyes, but her face was a little red.
“Thank you…” She swallowed hard and stared directly into my eyes. “I—think I needed that.”
“I think so too…” I nodded.