“Mr. Fox!”
“Do it, Twyla. This is supposed to be a punishment and I want to make sure you’re not getting aroused from being spanked. It wouldn’t exactly be an effective disincentive if you’re getting turned on by it. In fact, I would think that would encourage more of this shameful behavior. Now, spread your legs or I will strap you down on the changing table and spread them for you.”
Oh. Tempting. But truthfully she didn’t want to argue anymore, so she obediently parted her legs and then wider when he slapped the insides of her thighs.
It was awkward with her underwear stretched around her legs but that was part of it—the humiliation of being turned ass up over his knee and very aware that her bottom was on full display, and now he was going to insert his fingers into her and feel—
At that second, he pushed two fingers roughly into her pussy and she almost came. She managed not to, but let out a moan.
“You’re an even naughtier girl than I thought. Not only were you fingering your pussy on my property, but you’re soaking wet from getting your bottom thoroughly spanked. Well, there’s only one thing for that.”
“An orgasm?” she offered hopefully, even though she knew she wouldn’t be coming for a little while yet.
This time she felt his midsection shudder with a silent laugh.
“Absolutely not, young lady. If a hand-spanking didn’t teach you a lesson, maybe a paddle will. Hands.”
He withdrew his fingers and scooped up her wrists that she offered him behind her back, and then there was the crack of a paddle across her cheeks and she cried out.
Mr. Fox didn’t give her a chance to recover or get used to the pain—no, he wanted her to cry. After a couple dozen swats with the wide wooden paddle, she was.
“Now say it again, Twyla. Apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“Louder, and mean it. Or I’ll paddle you harder because you’re clearly not appropriately remorseful.”
Twyla struggled against him a bit and he did as he threatened and hit her harder, forcing tears from her eyes. She didn’t know how much harder she’d actually be able to take.
“I am so, so sorry, Mr. Fox. I’ll never spy on you again. I promise.”
“And what are you going to do if you behave badly in the future?”
“I promise I’ll tell you so you can discipline me.”
“Because you like being a good girl, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, I do. I want to be a good girl. I want to beyourgood girl.”
“Then you’ll take ten more and this will be over.”
The last ten were the hardest yet and she could barely breathe around the tears that were making her throat tight. And yet she was still croaking out her apologies and pleading for him to punish her.
Finally, finally, he said “ten” and she heard the thump of the paddle on the floor and some of her crying turned to tears of relief, even though her ass was on fire and she was going to be bruised like hell tomorrow. That was okay. They were going to Hive tomorrow night and she could show off her marks. She would get so many compliments and she loved how she would be sore for days and days.
Chapter Four
Gunnar stroked Twyla’s bright red bottom and her back while her crying slowed, and then sat her up in his lap where she promptly collapsed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He quieted and soothed her, told her what a good girl she had been taking her punishment and how proud he was of her for accepting the consequences of her actions.
When her sniffling had stopped, he took her chin between his fingers and tipped her face up to look at her.
“Since you were such a good girl and you’ve paid your debt to society, I think you deserve a little treat.”
Twyla blinked at him, shifting back into her role and widening her eyes.
“A treat? Like ice cream?”
“We can have ice cream if you want.”