Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
A fter cleaning us both up and feeding her, we were ready for a much-needed discussion and a well-earned spanking.
“Have you ever been spanked before?” After placing the dishes in the kitchen, I took Rayna by the hand and pulled her up.
“No, sir.” She shook her head.
I lead her to my office.
“What about corner time?” She shook her head.
“I’d like to hear your sweet voice, Rayna.” I kissed her hand.
“No.”
“Do either of those things scare you?”
She shook her head. I narrowed my eyes. “Uhm, no, sir.”
“Sweetheart, why did you stop calling me Daddy?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You got serious all of a sudden.”
“Daddy isn’t serious to you?” I pulled out my desk chair, sat down, and pulled her into my lap.
“I don’t want Daddy to punish me.” She pouted. She slipped further into little space, than I’d seen before. And, her age was hard to gage, but definitely on the younger side of pre-teen.
“Well, Daddy is going to punish you and then we’re going to talk about what made you act out and then it will be all forgiven.” I patted her hip. “Then we are going to talk more about rules, limits, and expectations.”
Her eyes grew wide, and she took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay Daddy.”
“First, I need to gather my thoughts and think about the type of punishment you deserve for your many transgressions.”
“It wasn’t that many transgressions.” Her voice rose an octave. She rubbed her nose.
“Well, I’m going to make a list, and you think about your list in corner time and when I come and get you, we’ll compare.” I stood her up. “I want you to know exactly what you’re being punished for. Off to the corner.”
She hesitated.
“Would you like me to put you in corner time?” I ran my hand down her arms.
“Yes,” she sniffled. “Yes, Daddy.”
I walked her over to the corner to the left of my desk. The other corner would give her a view outside. Too many distractions wouldn’t do.
“Put your hands behind your back.” She did as she was told. Her shoulders up near her ears. “Relax your shoulders.” She dropped them. “Good girl. Now lean forward and place your forehead on the wall.” I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her ass into me.
She gasped.
“That it.” I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck and whispered. “You are such a good girl. Stay right here until I come and get you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” her voice came out all breathy and sexy.
I sat back at my desk and watched her. She flexed her fingers and her shoulders. “Stop fidgeting.”
“I’m trying.” I sighed. The position wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable and required concentration.
“I want you to remember the position because when you spend some time after the spanking in corner time with your panties around your ankles, it will be more difficult.”
She groaned.
“Corner time is also quiet time.”
Her jaw moved.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, Daddy.”
I grin and open my laptop.
I pulled up a copy of a contract we offered our guest at Quad IV. Quad IV was different than the rest of the Quadrangle hotels. It was a private BDSM destination for the kinky at heart. The membership was exclusive, the hotel guest carefully vetted. We were a resource and offered educational opportunities for those in every aspect of the lifestyle.
We also had a vast online library for all things BDSM, including sample contracts for different lifestyle dynamics. I knew what was in those in DD/lg relationships because I had written it.
I printed out two copies.
Made some notes on one of them.
I also pulled up my own limits list and printed it out.
I peek up at Rayna, she'd taking to corner time well. She stopped fidgeting and her body had relaxed. She was still in position, but there was a sense of calm surrounding her.
I stacked the papers on my desk and went to get her. I stopped and grabbed the chair on the wall and set it in the middle of the room.
She shivered when I walked up behind her. I released her arms and pulled her into me.
"You did so good, Rayn Drop."
I sat on the chair and situated Rayna between my legs.
"Why are you getting a spanking, Rayna?” I rub her arms.
She shrugged.
I shrugged back.
“You want me to guess?” She asked, shrugging one shoulder.
I refrained from rolling my eyes. She wasn’t going to give in, or her bratty side was trying to delay her spanking.
“No.” I pulled her into my lap. “I don’t want you to guess. I want you to think about it.”
“Uhm,” she looked at the sky and placed a finger on her chin. Her cute little nose scrunching up. “I drank a bottle of champagne.”
“That’s one.” I nodded. “Go on. What else?”
“I threw up all over your bathroom.” She cringed.
“No.” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t punish you for being sick, but what should you have done if you were sick?”
“Told someone.”
“Right.” I held up two fingers. “That’s two. What else?”
She exhaled.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She took another deep breath.
“I left the apartment when you told me not to.” She started counting on her fingers. “I was disrespectful to you. I lied to you about why I was leaving and instead of coming to talk to you, I tried to run away.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “I think that about covers it.”
“And, I called you a bad name behind your back.” She covered her mouth. Horrified, she had told on herself.
“Oh, yeah?” I pulled her hand away. “What did you call me?”
“Rude Daddy, Meany Daddy, Butthead Daddy.” She hugged me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was mad that you didn’t want me.”
“Okay.” I rubbed her back. “I’ll let those go. I can’t punish you for your thoughts unless those thoughts make you do something that puts you in danger. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded.
I stood her back up.
“Okay, so for your naughty behavior, I’ll give you twenty swats with my hand.”
She swallowed audibly.
“Does that seem fair?” I pinched her chin.
“Do I have a choice?” She looked off. I brought her face back to me.
“You always have a choice.” She opened her mouth. “But if you want to let go of the guilt and we can start fresh with a clean slate, I think the spanking will allow you to do that. What do you think?” I dropped my arms and let her think about it.
Rayna nibbled on her bottom lip. Her gaze darted around the room. Her arm hugged her waist.
It was important for her to come to the conclusion herself. She had to take the next step with full knowledge and consent, or we wouldn’t move forward. It was a big decision. I was proud of her for taking her time and thinking about it carefully.
When she worked it out, a resounding head nod, told me more than her words. Rayna, my sweet little girl, understood. “I think you’re right.”
“That’s my girl.” I smiled.
She blushed. I loved the pink tint to her cheeks and the giddiness in her eyes. It made my heart smile.
“I want you to slide your shorts down to your knees and place yourself over my knee.” I sat back in the chair.
She gave me another signature sigh and slid her shorts down. Her t-shirt fell to mid-thigh. She shuffled toward me and placed her stomach on my knees. She reached out in front of her.
I adjusted her so her ass was in prime striking position.
“Whoa.” She reached for the ground.
“Are you comfortable?” I hitched her closer.
“I guess so.”
Her t-shirt covered her ass. I peeled it back and had to take a beat to regain some control. Her ass was perfection. I ran my hand over her right globe and then the left. It was round and firm.
“I’m going to warm you up a bit.” I patted her ass. “I will tell you when the real punishment begins. Okay?”
“Oh, Okay.” Her throat hitched when I patted her butt. The stinging smacks were not much, but enough to make sure her skin was ready to take her real punishment. Her skin pinked up quickly.
“If at any time, you want me to stop or slow down, I want you to say red.” I trusted myself to not push her too hard for her first punishment.
“Yes, Daddy.”
What I wanted with Rayna was a lifestyle of her being my little girl. It wasn’t a DD/lg scene, or an age play dynamic. It was total emersion in the lifestyle, and I wanted that for us both. But all of this was new to Rayna, and I promised myself, I would take it slow.
A relationship I thought was a thing of my past. But in Rayna, I saw the possibility, and the future looked bright.
“Okay, Rayna.” I massaged her lower back. “How do you feel?”
“Tingly inside.” She shuddered. Her legs were closed tight, but she squirmed in my lap. The warmup had turned her on. If she opened her legs, I knew I’d find wetness between her thighs. “I’m going to start your punishment now. You ready?”
“Yes. Daddy.” She shook her head viciously. “I’m ready.”
“You’re doing so good, Rayna.” I squeezed her ass.
She wrapped one of her hands around my lower leg.
I lifted my hand and paused. Rayna tensed. I waited for her to relax.
Smack.
“Ouch.” She bucked on my lap.
Smack.
“Oww!” Her gripped tightened on my leg.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She cried out, bucked her hips to move off my lap.
I grabbed her hand and slid it to her lower back.
“You’re doing great, Rayna.” I rubbed her ass to take some of the sting out of it.
She whimpered.
I unleashed six more in quick succession, alternating on the center of her ass on each check.
“Daddy, stop.” She whines. “I won’t do it again. I won’t be bad anymore.”
“Sweetheart.” I paused. “I know it hurts. But I want you to think about why you’re being punished. Let the pain remind you that your Daddy makes rules because he wants you to be safe. Because he cares about you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I know.” She cried and nodded.
I peppered each check with a few more swats.
Her body went limp over my lap.
I land two on her sit spot and she moans through them.
Her legs slacked and spread open. Her thighs glistened. She gave into the punishment.
I finished up with the final five spankings to the center of her ass. Her groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure.
“There we go.” I massaged her ass. “All done with your spanking, Rayna.”
I lifted her in my arms and sat her on my lap.
She winced.
“You did great, sweetie.” I wiped the tears from her face. “Now, I want you to go stand in the corner and catch your breath and think about how you feel.”
I nudge her off my lap.
She held unshed tears in her eyes. She seemed so unsure, so fragile. But she was a strong woman. She could do it. I had faith in her.
“Go on.” She shuffled back to the corner and assumed the position. “Good girl.”
She fidgeted from one foot to the other.
I stood and replaced the chair against the wall, grabbing a bottle of water out of the mini refrigerator before settling on the brown leather couch. I kept an eye on Rayna the whole time. Her body shook, and she sniffled every few seconds.
“Rayna?”
She whimpered and her whole-body shook.
“Are you --?”
She wiggled and flicked her thumb and forefinger. The gut-wrenching sob hit me in the chest. Did I push her too far?
“Daddy.” Rayna croaked out my name. “I need you.”
“Come here, sweetheart.” My poor little Ninja.