“Neanderthal,” she says, tugging her dress back into place.
“When it comes to you, I’m a whole lot of things.”
“Like what?” she asks with a smile.
“I’m your daddy, your boyfriend, your man…. Your neanderthal…”
Her smile falls, and a flash of some unknown emotion covers her face. Almost instantly, her smile is back, but that look is still in her eyes. Something is wrong, but she’s trying to hide it from me.
“What’s wrong, babygirl?” I ask, cupping her cheek so she can’t look away from me.
“Nothing. Why do you think somethings wrong?”
“Because I can see it on your face even though you’re trying to hide behind a smile.”
Her smile disappears, and she starts wringing her hands in front of her, a sure sign that something is wrong. “It’s not important,” she says, trying to deflect.
“I’m calling bullshit. Something is bothering you. Is it your parents?” That’s the only thing I can think of that might be upsetting her. She doesn’t seem excited about their upcoming visit.
“It’s not that. It’s really not important… I’m here with you, and I don’t want to ruin our night,” she says, almost pleading with me to let it go.
Like hell, I will.
“You were two minutes late,” I growl.
Her eyes widen. “I didn’t mean to be.”
“But you were. You know what that means don’t you?”
She nods. “You’re going to punish me.”
“You earned a spanking for sure.”
And not just for being late. She’s broken rule number three by holding back on me. Our relationship will never thrive with secrets between us. I need her to know that I’m here for her no matter what. If it takes a spanking over my knee, then that’s what I’ll do.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and pat my knee. She’s back to chewing on her bottom lip and looking repentant as only a babygirl can when she’s about to be spanked. Addy lowers herself over my lap and grips my leg to steady herself. I lift her dress over her ass and push her panties down her thighs.
I rub her ass cheeks, enjoying the feel of her beneath my hand. Her flesh pale and perfect. My cock thickens in my jeans at the thought of it painted red with my handprints. I ignore my lust because this isn’t about me right now. This is about Addy and getting her to open up to me.
“We’ll start with ten.”
She doesn’t even flinch the first time my hand falls on her bottom. By the tenth, she’s squirming over my lap, her ass a pretty shade of pink. I massage her cheeks, rubbing the stinging sensation I know she’s feeling deep into her muscles.
She lets out a groan of pleasure. She enjoyed the spanking even though it hurt… she probably thinks it’s over, and I’m going to fuck her now. She’d be wrong. Her punishment is far from over.
“Why did I spank you?” I ask her.
“Because I was late.”
“That’s right. And now I’m going to spank you for breaking rule number three. Twenty.”
“But—”
Before she can come up with some excuse, I spank her harder than the previous spankings. The first ten were just a warmup. This is her real punishment. I don’t hold back. I spank her ass cheeks until they are a bright red, and she’s clinging to my leg. Her own legs kick as she squirms to get away. I hook my leg over hers and pin her in place.
“Please! I’m sorry!” she pleads.
I ignore her pleas and continue her spanking, focusing on her sensitive upper thighs. She cries out, and I almost feel bad, but then I remember the purpose of this spanking, and it hardens my resolve. She’s hiding from me, and that’s not acceptable.