I tried to reach back far enough to pull them back up, but his grip on my wrist was strong and he very slowly bared my bottom completely. I squirmed as much as I could all while trying to keep my legs together so that I didn’t expose even more of myself.
“Little girl, you’re over my knee for a very real spanking, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I squeaked.
“Your bottom will be bare for that spanking,” he said firmly, and I twisted nervously. He placed a single hand on my bottom, and I was suddenly very aware of how massive his hand was. It covered nearly one whole cheek. I felt that much more anxious and embarrassed now, knowing he could see so much of me.
His hand hadn’t moved, but the proximity of his fingers to more sensitive places had me reeling. Would he be able to see how wet my panties were? Could he see in between my thighs? Would he be able to feel just how much my clit was throbbing against his leg?
His other arm grasped my hip, pinning me down over his lap.
“The next time you ever question how much I care about you, little girl, I want you to remember this,” he scolded, and his hand left my bottom. For a moment, nothing happened, and the absence of his touch left me feeling off center.
That didn’t last long.
His palm cracked hard against my right bottom cheek. The noise startled me. It seemed so much louder than the spanking I’d overheard so long ago. It was like a gunshot, loud and piercing and terrible. I whimpered at the sound.
A second smack followed, louder than the first. It took several seconds, but the stinging pain that came after that caught me off guard. It was so much sharper than I’d imagined it might be.
“Oww!” I grunted, but his grip tightened on my hip, holding me firmly in place as several harder spanks followed. Each one stung just as much as the last. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to stay quiet, but his hand was relentless. He was spanking all over my ass, from the tops of my cheeks down to the bottom. Soon enough, my entire bottom was burning as if I’d sat directly on a campfire.
I hadn’t really thought about this part. I guess I hadn’t really expected it to hurt.
My whines and cries became more audible now. I tried to keep quiet knowing that I’d asked for this and that I deserved it, but it was painful and the longer it went on, the worse it became.
“Oh, please! It hurts!” I exclaimed, but his hand seemingly only got harder. Thus far, I’d been able to stay mostly still, but when he started thrashing the tops of my thighs, I couldn’t. My feet drummed against the bed. I kicked my legs, embarrassed to be exposing myself but there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“It’s supposed to hurt, little girl. You pretended not to know how much I care about you and now you’re going to get a bright red bottom as punishment,” he scolded, and my answering wail was pitiful.
He didn’t slow down.
The spanking only seemed to increase in intensity after that. No matter how much I kicked or squirmed, it continued on. My bottom was on fire, and I could focus on nothing else.
“Please. I’m sorry!” I wailed.
“I know, little girl, but you need this and I’m not going to end this punishment before I think you’ve really learned your lesson,” he said firmly as I tried to wriggle away from him. I didn’t go anywhere. His leg angled up, lifting my bottom so he could thoroughly punish the place where my bottom met my thighs and I cried out at the sudden explosion of stinging sensation that pierced through me.
I’d never felt like such a bad little girl in my life.
His palm was so broad and so hard that it felt like a piece of wood. He spanked my bottom impossibly hard several times before he started focusing solely on my thighs.
I didn’t know how much more I could take. I sniffled, feeling more out of control than ever before. I’d asked him for this. I was over his knee of my own volition, and he was giving me exactly what I’d asked for.
He really did care.
My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I blinked several times, feeling my eyes water. His palm was ruthless, stinging and mean as it peppered my bare disobedient backside.
“Please!” I cried out, not knowing what else to say. This spanking hurt far more than I’d thought it would. It was a real punishment, and I knew I would never forget it.
He didn’t answer. He just spanked the tops of my thighs so hard that I wailed. Something happened in those moments, though.
My body relaxed, accepting the whole punishment just as the first sob racked my body. The spanking didn’t end, but it did slow down as I began to cry. My tears dripped down my cheeks as I lifted my hips for him, seeking out his palm before I even realized what I was doing.
“Please. Please. I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I wept. The word fell off my lips before I could stop it.
“It’s okay, little girl. I just had to remind you how much I care for you,” he answered. “Now lift your bottom for me. Your spanking is almost over,” he added.
With a sniffle, I lifted my hips as he released my wrist and wrapped his arm around my hip. He smacked the lower curves of my cheeks ten times impossibly hard, enough to make me sob harder. When he was done, he lowered my hips and slowly brushed his palm over my scorched bottom.