by Amy Cummings
“I know,” she said.
She closed her eyes and allowed her body to go completely limp. She couldn’t remember a time she’d felt that rested.
They remained that way for ten minutes. Nothing was said. Words were not needed.
“Speaking of your best interest,” he said. “There is that little matter of a spanking.”
He stood, still holding Kinsley. She gripped him tightly.
He kissed her forehead and led her to his bedroom.
Chapter Ten
Like the rest of the house, Braxton’s bedroom was clean and inviting. There were no kinky sex toys lying around or anchors bolted into the wall by which he could attached restraints or a harness.
Just a normal, unintimidating bedroom.
But Kinsley was still nervous as her host deposited her onto the bed.
He caressed her face. “It’s okay, princess. This is for your own good.”
It sure didn’t feel that way to Kinsley, but she didn’t dare argue.
“Do you know why Daddies spank their Littles?” he said.
She shrugged.
“There are several reasons, really. First of all, it’s for your protection.”
“But spying through the fence wasn’t dangerous!” she protested. She crossed her arms and stuck her bottom lip out.
“It could be,” he said. “What if you would have spied on someone less understanding than me? What if it would have been a person who got angry at you and yelled or even called the police? Have you thought of that?”
“Well, no,” Kinsley said.
“Besides that, it was wrong. People deserve their privacy. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. She hung her head.
“Which leads me to the second reason,” Braxton continued. “Naughty behavior needs to be corrected. Littles have to learn.”
She nodded but kept silent.
“And sometimes Daddies spank their Littles just to keep them on track. Or for an attitude adjustment. A belt usually does the trick nicely. We call those maintenance spankings. Just keeps you on the correct path.
“There’s another reason a Daddy might spank his Little. If the Little is stressed or needs an emotional release, a spanking usually works. It’s quite cathartic.
“Whatever the reason, the spanking is always done for the benefit of the Little. Do you understand that, honey? That this is for your own good?”
A tear rolled down Kinsley’s cheek as she meekly answered. “Yes, sir.”
“Aww, sweet girl, why are you already crying?” Braxton said. “Don’t you trust me.”
“Yes,” she said between sniffles. “It’s just that I’ve never had a spanking before.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“I see,” Braxton said. “We’ll start easy, honey. Don’t worry. Just one spanking. There’s plenty you should get your bottom busted for. I don’t like one bit that you spoke poorly of yourself, but we will address that another time. Right now, you are getting swats for spying on London, Sydney, and me. Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
Braxton walked through his bathroom and into his closet where he retrieved several items. He brought them back and placed them on the bed beside Kinsley.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A cold chill shimmied up her spine before exploding in her neck, causing her to shudder.
“Hold out your hand,” Braxton instructed.
Kinsley reluctantly did so.
“Don’t worry, honey. I’m not going to swat it. I want you to feel how heavy this spoon is.”
He placed a heavy wooden spoon in her palm. It was sturdy and intimidating. Kinsley knew the wide, flat end would probably reduce her to tears in no time.
“Now hold this,” Braxton said.
She put the spoon down and took the paddle. She exhaled loudly as she studied the instrument. She ran her fingers over the smooth, glossy wood. It had six holes drilled into it, adding to its intimidating nature.
“We won’t start with the paddle,” he said. “But I want you to remember how heavy that is. Think about that next time you’re of a mind to act up. Do you really want that thing flattening those cute little cheeks of yours?”
Kinsley assumed the question was rhetorical and remained silent.
“I didn’t hear you,” Braxton said.
“No, sir,” she said quickly.
“I didn’t think so,” he said. “Do you know what this is?”
Kinsley looked at the item he held before her.
“No, sir.”
It looked like a short leather belt but was thicker on the end, split into three smaller straps.
“This is a tawse,” he said. “Believe me, little girl. You don’t want this.”
That implement scared her even more than the paddle. It looked positively dreadful.
“And of course, there’s my belt,” Braxton said. “I won’t hesitate to take if off if need be. I hope you don’t give me a reason to.”
“No, sir. I’ll be good. I promise!” she said.
“I hope so,” he said. “But you’re due a spanking now.”
Braxton moved the implements aside.
“I want you to stand up and bend over the bed.”
Kinsley’s heart raced. This was the moment she’d both dreaded and dreamed of. It was actually happening! She was being disciplined.
She thought of her safe word but was not tempted to say it. She knew the truth. She needed this spanking. There was a deep craving seeded within her—a craving to completely surrender and submit—that she could not deny. She had to feed it.
So, with trembling hands and knocking knees, Kinsley stood from the bed and bent over as she’d been instructed to.
She held her bottom up high and awaited what was to come.
Chapter Eleven
“Good girl,” Braxton said. “Remember the position you are in. The way that cute little bottom is tilted up. When I say ‘Assume the position,’ this is exactly what I mean. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect. I’m going to give you a few swats over your jeans. We’ll get them off you in a bit.”
Kinsley was even more nervous after hearing the news.
She would be undressing in front of Braxton? The thought mortified and thrilled her. Her panties dampened.
She grew even more aroused when he rubbed her bottom soothingly. He started on her lower back and moved downward, pass the curvature and to her upper thighs. She was unable to stifle a moan.
“Just relax, sweet girl,” he said.
She prayed her wetness was not evident through her jeans. The way her pussy was dripping, she wasn’t so sure.
He rubbed her bottom again and then flattened his hand, placing his open palm on her.
“You’re doing so good and I’m very proud of you,” he said.
Then the first smack landed. It was crisp and hard, causing Kinsley to yelp. He gave her a few seconds to adjust and then continued the spanking.
He gave her two quick smacks before easing off again.
“Breathe, little girl.”
Kinsley inhaled deeply and then released it slowly. The trick worked and she calmed down, but only slightly.
The next three swats had tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Stand up, honey.”
Her bottom lip was quivering as she turned to face Braxton. She jumped slightly as he reached for the button on her jeans and unfastened it.
“Take them off,” he said.
He moved to a chair that rested in the corner and kept his eyes on her. She was stunned to realize he wanted her to undress before him. Short of blurting out the safe word, she did not see an alternative.
So, Kinsley unzipped her jeans and placed her fingers in the waistband. She paused before continuing, trying to muster the courage needed.
“Go on,” he said.
She gave a curt nod, exhaled through her nose, and then slowly peeled her jeans dow
n. She stepped out of them and hung her head in embarrassment.
“Good girl,” he said. “Turn. Let me see that bottom.”
She closed her eyes and turned.
Braxton clicked his tongue. “Bless your heart, princess. That thong isn’t going to help you any. I was going to deliver these next swats over your panties, but I suppose that doesn’t matter.”
Kinsley winced. She should have worn something better. Perhaps briefs would be in order for future visits. There wasn’t anything she could do at that moment, though, save for taking her spanking on the practically bare bum.
“Come to think of it,” Braxton said. “I think I want you over my knee. Come here, sweet girl.”
He patted his lap.
So many thoughts ran through her mind as she got into position.
She was acutely aware that she was draped across him with only a thin piece of lacy fabric pulled between her cheeks. She feared she would for sure leak all over him! That small trickle of arousal had turned into something more.
Much more.
She gritted her teeth and braced for the spanking.
Her fears momentarily subsided when Braxton rubbed her bottom.
“It will be over soon, little girl,” he said. “But first, I’m afraid, you have a lesson to learn.”
He unleashed a torrent of stinging slaps that rained down on her bottom like tiny fiery darts. She shook and kicked her legs, but it was of little use. Braxton gave her a solid thrashing that had her crying loudly.
He didn’t stop until he was satisfied with the red glow of her tender skin. He tapered the spanks off gradually until they faded into gentle, caring rubs. He massaged her as she stayed draped across him, crying loudly and decompressing from the event.
“Are you going to spy on anyone else?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. If you do, you’ll get a worse spanking than this. Hopefully you’ve learned your lesson and it won’t come to that.”
He helped her up and into a sitting position on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked.
She sobbed loudly.
“I know, honey. I know,” he said.
He kissed the top of her head. He breathed in deeply the strawberry scent of her hair. He moved his arm down until his hand found her bottom. He rubbed it again.
“You’re a good girl, you just made a bad decision. It’s okay, princess.”
He was patient and understanding as her crying deescalated. He kept her in his arms as long as she wanted to stay. As long as she needed.
Neither were in a hurry for the moment to end.
Chapter Twelve
Raymond was excited when he heard Kinsley walk through the door. He’d arrived home thirty minutes before and was so worked up, he’d not been able to concentrate on anything.
He’d been that way at work, too.
“Hey,” she said.
He noted her tear-stained cheeks and rushed to her.
“Are you okay?” he said.
She smiled. “Oh yeah. I’m really good.”
He looked into her eyes and could see she was not lying. Despite the evidence of crying, she seemed loose and at ease. He smiled.
“You got a spanking? Wait, is it okay if I ask what you do?” he said.
She laughed. “Of course, silly. Yes, I got a spanking.”
He followed her to the bedroom and waited on her to elaborate.
She walked to their dresser and pulled her pajama shorts and a tank top out. Her cheeks puffed out and then deflated as she blew the air from them. She smiled as she recalled her day.
Raymond smiled, too. He loved seeing Kinsley that way.
She slid her jeans down and bent over to step into her shorts. Raymond’s eyes went wide as he noted blotchy red streaks painted on her bottom.
His cock stiffened.
He could imagine her being spanked by Braxton and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever thought of.
Why is this so hot to me? he wondered.
Perhaps it was the newness and excitement of it all. Perhaps it was the daring nature of it.
Or maybe he himself was kinkier than he’d ever realized.
Whatever it was, the image of Kinsley being dominated by a strict, powerful man had his cock oozing pre-cum into his boxer-briefs.
And the sight of Kinsley’s bottom still red from a spanking was not something he would ever forget.
And it was something he knew he’d think of often.
Before he realized what he was doing, he’d rushed to her and drew her close.
“Oh,” she said with a giggle. When his hard member pressed against her, she said it again. “Ohhh.”
Raymond kissed up her neck to her cheek and then her ear.
“Tell me about it,” he whispered.
He nibbled on her lobe before moving to her lips. They kissed hungrily before she spoke.
Her words were but a lusty whisper.
“I was a naughty girl. He gave me swats over my jeans,” she said.
They kissed again. Raymond then attacked her neck once more in a hungry, savage frenzy.
“And?” he said.
“He sat down,” she whispered. “I had to undress before him.”
This set Raymond off again. He started tugging upward at Kinsley’s shirt. She raised her arms and complied. He moved toward the bed, forcing her body back as he continued to kiss all over her.
“He put me over his knee,” she said. “He spanked my bottom so hard!”
Raymond went down on top of her, making sure she landed softly on the bed.
“Poor baby,” he said between kisses. “And it stung?”
“Yes,” she said. “I cried but it also felt so good. I got so wet.”
“Did he feel it?” Raymond said. “Hmm? Did he check that little pussy?”
Raymond had never spoken that way and could not believe he was then. But he had no time to mull over what it said about him. He had to feast on Kinsley’s delectable body. And he needed to cum so badly.
“No, but I wanted him to,” she admitted. She tried to speak again but only a loud moan escaped her lips. A few heavy breaths passed before she tried again. “I wanted him to…give it…to me hard.”
Raymond stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. For a brief moment, Kinsley was worried she’d gone too far. But the look of reckless, passionate abandon she saw in Raymond squelched that fear.
“Because you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” he said with a knowing, devilish smile.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She realized what she’d called Raymond, but it was too late to walk it back.
“Naughty, naughty. You deserved that spanking,” he said.
She cooed as his hand stopped massaging her breast and traced down her stomach to her pubic mound. He pushed in several times before going lower and stopping on her slit. He collected the essence that seeped from it and brought it to her lips.
“Taste it,” he commanded. “Taste what a naughty little girl you are.”
She took his fingers in her mouth and sucked hard.
“My turn,” he said.
She released his fingers.
“I’m not talking about that,” he said.
It all happened so fast Kinsley barely had time to react. On his knees, Raymond flipped her over and then pulled her back, positioning her to where she was face down on the bed but elevated at the waist, her legs resting on his shoulder.
Her dripping womanhood was to his mouth. He smashed his lips against her and stuck his tongue deep within.
She tried to thrash about as the overwhelming pleasure nearly knocked her out, but Raymond wrapped his arms around her bottom and kept her in place. She gripped the covers to hold on. She screamed loudly as she arrived, spurting cunt juice all over Raymond’s face.
“You’ll learn what happens to dirty little girls,” he said after pulling away.
He flipped her back around and hopped off the bed. He grabb
ed her legs and spread them, pulling her to him. He hastily removed his pants before ramming his surging cock into her flowing pussy.
Her cry was ear piercing. There was nothing she could do but lay there helplessly as Raymond took her harder than he ever had before. He normally did not last long, but he went with an unusual vigor that powerfully drove Kinsley to the brink of climax once more.
One final thrust did it.
Kinsley’s body shook. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. It started as a silent tremor but soon she gave an earth-shattering moan as she came.
Raymond shot his warm, sticky seed into her, grunting as he drained every last drop.
Kinsley was overcome with a series of spasms as she came down. Raymond scooted her across the bed until she was lying in her usual spot with him beside her.
“That’s what happens to naughty little girls,” he said emphatically.
Kinsley could only nod. She was breathing hard.
Raymond took her into his arms and the two cuddled with their bodies intertwined.
Both were surprised to wake up and realize they’d been asleep in each other’s arms for two hours.
It was Raymond’s work cell that acted as their alarm.
Kinsley was the one to fish it out of Raymond’s pants and toss it to him. She got back on the bed and laid down.
Raymond glanced at the screen. He thought of hitting the green button on the screen but shook his head and snorted. He hit the red one instead and tossed the phone onto the floor.
“They can screw off,” he said.
He looked at Kinsley. They both burst into laughter. She moved closer and laid her head on his chest.
“That was a bold move,” she said.
“It’s Sunday,” he said. “Can’t I have one freaking day with you?”
Kinsley loved hearing that. She hugged him tighter.
“I was thinking,” he said. “What if I make you dinner tonight?”
“Really?” she said. “You’re not much of a cook.”
“Hey!” he said. He acted offended but his eyes twinkled with laughter.
“Just saying, I’ve never known you to do much in the kitchen,” she clarified.
“First time for everything,” he said. “Let’s have a date night, inside. How’s that sound?”