She clenched involuntarily, at his edict and shrieked again as the ginger leaked it’s juices inside her. It was terrible and oddly arousing at the same time. If she had panties on, they would have been soaked. The realization stunned her.
She went limp against the table, trying to relax as the ginger did its job. She wanted desperately to argue, and scream, and demand that he take it out of her, but she couldn’t. There was a much bigger part of her screaming Yes, this is what you wanted. He was truly stepping up and trying to be everything she needed, and if she protested or caused a stink, she could ruin it. She knew instinctively that this was new to him, newer even than it was to her.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Good girl. I’m going to give you a spanking now, but just a little one. Try not to clench, or it will be worse.”
He stood and laid his hand on her bottom, and she braced herself as she breathed through the pain of the short spanking. He was true to his word, and kept it short, but it was hard enough to make a point, and she found it impossible not to clench a few times in the aftermath of the hardest swats.
Finally, after what seemed like the longest and hardest spanking she had ever endured, but in reality was only about twenty hard swats with his hand, he was slowly pulling her panties and skirt up over her hips, pushing the root back in with a pat to make sure it stayed in place through the meeting. She fiercely wished she had chosen to wear pants, but she knew that suggesting she go change would only serve to get her in more trouble.
He helped her up, and she jumped into his arms, soaking his shirt with tears of relief.
“Okay, Lannea, I just need you to sign, here, here, and here, and you will officially be a business owner.” Roy Simms, Terri’s husband, and Ginger’s lawyer, smiled at her indulgently, and somewhat impatiently. Laney knew she had been wasting the man’s time ever since she got here, to what should have been a simple signing of papers to make her an official half owner in The Ginger Paddle.
She couldn’t help it, not even with the ginger root plug still burning inside of her, leaking its burning juices into her scorching hot bottom where Josiah had spanked her before they left. As soon as she had entered the office with Ginger and Josiah at her side, the familiar rush of anxiety had overwhelmed her, and she had exhausted them all with every question she could think of that might in any way pertain to the partnership or being a business owner. Even though with each question she asked, Josiah’s jaw got harder, and his lips tighter, she still couldn’t help herself. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she had questioned herself right into a very hard spanking when they got home, and she was sure by the looks on Ginger and Roy’s faces, it was more than obvious to them too.
Roy held the pen towards her, and she accepted it with shaking hands. Her left hand clenched underneath the table, and Josiah grabbed it and held it in his lap, as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Lannea, sign the papers. Don’t be afraid. You and Ginger will make a perfect partnership, just like you and I do.”
Peace washed over her as she took in his words. How was it this man always knew exactly the right thing to say to calm her down? Even when sometimes, the right thing to say was simply ‘bend over’?
A perfect partnership, indeed. She had been waiting all her life for that, and as of today, she would have it twice over. She picked up the pen and signed the papers.
She was standing naked in the corner of Josiah’s spare bedroom, her heart pounding out of her chest. The ginger plug had been long since removed, but its juices still burned inside of her, warming her from the inside out. The shower she had taken had helped alleviate the burn slightly, but it was still there, faint and constant. A drop of water fell from her short hair and ran down her spine and she shivered, struck with an odd sense of Déjà vu. She could feel Josiah watching her from where he sat on the bed, and she sensed when he got up and walked towards her. He was close enough to touch now, and his hand reached out and squeezed her bottom. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You’ve been a very naughty girl today. Do you know what happens to naughty little girls? They get long, hard bare bottom spankings.” Her breath caught. It was as if her very fantasy was coming to life. Her pussy clenched and moisture pooled between her legs. His lips brushed her neck ever so slightly, and it took everything in her not to turn from the corner and throw herself at him, begging him to take her right then. He chuckled, as if he read her mind, and gave her bottom another squeeze before turning and walking back to the bed.
She heard the bed creak and shift under his weight and knew he had sat down. “Come here, Lannea,” he called her. She turned and walked towards him on shaky legs. She stood before him silently, and neither of them spoke. She knew why she was here, and there were many reasons that she deserved the spanking she had coming. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and caressed her lightly. She gasped at his light touch, and within a moment she was effortlessly upended over his knee, staring down at the carpet below. Her body was still damp from the shower, and she felt the wetness sink in and dampen his slacks. She murmured appreciatively as his cock stirred against her belly. She wiggled in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared her for the searing pain of the first swat of his hand against her damp flesh. The force of impact took her breath away.
“Are you going to continue to let fear rule your life, and make you behave irresponsibly, and without regard to others around you?”
The truth to his words brought a fresh wave of tears. This man knew her so well, after only a few weeks, he had seen right into her soul, and cut to the core of her insecurities, and he didn’t let her get away with it as so many others in her life always had. She swallowed desperately, trying to choke out a response around her tears. “No, sir.”
“Good,” was all he said. Then his hand came down on her rear, hard like a paddle. He struck her tender flesh repeatedly, tracing a pattern of hard, unforgiving blows across her cheeks, in no particular order. Up and down, and back and forth he beat his tempo of raining swats on her aching flesh until she knew that every inch was a rosy pink and warm under his hand. Finally, believing she could take no more, and hoping for at least a short reprieve, she threw her hands back to cover herself. But he simply moved them out of the way and pinned them across her back. He would not be swayed from his mission. His hand moved down, concentrating now on the tender crease below her bottom cheeks. The sting was unforgiving and she squirmed in his lap, biting on her lip to keep from crying out. He covered her crease and the tops of her thighs in a flurry of fast and hard swats, all the while keeping her arms pinned behind her with his other hand. Finally he stopped, his hand rubbing her scorching flesh in lazy circles as she wept in relief. He let her lay there, limp and tearful for a few moments before slowly easing her off his lap, and repositioning her across the bed.
“You know we’re not finished yet.” His voice was apologetic but firm. “This is a real problem for you, and has been for a long time. We’re going to have to make sure the lesson gets through for good this time.” She heard his footsteps as he made his way to the closet where she knew the paddle had been stashed for times such as these.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice took on a reverent tone, and she blushed as she heard it. It was the damn paddle she knew, and the realization that soon her fantasy obsession with it would become her reality. It was the beginning of a deep-seated love/hate relationship. She could already feel it. She whimpered, but even as the sound left her lips, she knew it was only out of fear of the unknown. This would be her first paddling. Her body betrayed her, and she jutted her hips out to meet the hard wood, knowing as she did, that her sex would be glistening with evidence of her arousal. She licked her lips as she waited for the first crack of the paddle against her skin. Josiah, the man of her dreams, was standing over her holding the elusive implement. He leaned over her once more, and whispered in her ear.
“Let’s see if this will teach you a lesson, Miss Laney.” His voice was thick, and she c
ould tell, he was struggling just as she was and looking forward to what would come after.
She could do nothing but wiggle and moan in response.
He didn’t make her wait long. She cried out at the first loud whack as the cold wood met the blazing heat that already covered her ass, inducing its own slow deep burn.
The paddle came down again, leaving its signature mark emblazoned on its target, and she knew she would wear the Corbin’s Bend logo proudly across her ass in the days to come.
The third blistering whack of the paddle fell hard across her sit spot and she flew up, her feet dancing across the hard wood floor. Josiah waited patiently for her to regain her composure and lower herself back into position. As soon as she did, he began again. The paddle fell seven more times, each punishing blow more unforgiving than the last, until she collapsed against the bed, limp, and sobbing, but feeling fully cleansed and ready to tackle the world.
Josiah fell to his knees beside her, sending the paddle clamoring to the floor. He kissed her head and stroked her hair. As soon as she was able to rise on shaky legs, he drew her into his arms, and claimed her lips with his.
He kissed her like she had never been kissed before. His mouth was hard and his breath was hot against hers. His teeth grazed her lips and nibbled, all the while holding her hostage in the most insanely passionate kiss she had ever experienced.
When they finally broke, she fell against his chest, panting. “Wow.”
Josiah grinned down at her. “Can I tell you something? That spanking earlier– it was the strangest thing– a scene straight out of a fantasy I had when I first got here.” His voice was full of awe, and her jaw dropped in shock as she gazed up at him, searching for a clue that he was teasing her somehow, but she saw only his usual naïve genuine smile.
“But, how can that be?” she breathed. “It was straight out of my fantasy. A fantasy I’ve had for almost a year.”
Josiah’s smile was the widest she had ever seen. He took his hands in hers and rocked back on his heels. “Is that so?” His smile grew wider and broader, a feat she wouldn’t have imagined possible. “Well, it’s like I told you earlier. We were meant to be. A truly perfect partnership.”
The End
Rayanna Jamison
Rayanna Jamison has always dreamed of becoming an author. She credits a big move from Oregon to Utah in 2013 as the catalyst that finally began her writing career. She now lives in Southern Utah with her husband, two children, two dogs, and her mother. She writes what she loves to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, crafting, and shopping, and that's just in her spare time. When the kids and husband are home, she can be found baking with her daughter, watching her son and his friends, and hosting neighborhood block parties. She loves exploring her new area, and finding fun new things to do with her family.
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