Chapter 22 #2
“Over the bench, babygirl. Hands flat on the padding, bottom up.”
Junie’s breath hitched, but she obeyed, bending over the padded leather surface and presenting herself to him. The sight of her like this—vulnerable and already trembling—sent a hot surge of possessive hunger through his veins.
He stepped up behind her and smoothed one big hand over her bottom, squeezing each cheek firmly before tugging her panties down to rest just below the curve of her buttocks.
“You’re going to wear this plug while you stand in the corner and think about what you did.
Every time you clench, I want you to remember that your actions have consequences.
And that Daddy is the one who decides how those consequences feel. ”
Junie whimpered softly, pushing back against his hand despite herself. Tanner chuckled low in his throat.
“Such a needy little thing, even when you’re in trouble.”
He pressed two slick fingers against her tight hole first, circling and gently pushing inside to open her up.
She gasped and rocked back onto his fingers, her body already eager for him.
He worked her slowly, scissoring and stretching until she was panting and pushing back shamelessly.
Only then did he withdraw his fingers and press the cool tip of the plug against her entrance.
“Relax for me, Cupcake. Breathe out.”
Junie let out a shaky breath. Tanner pushed the plug forward steadily, watching with dark satisfaction as her tight ring stretched around the widest part.
She moaned loudly, fingers curling into the leather padding as the plug settled fully inside her with a soft, final pop.
The heavy weight would keep her constantly aware of the intimate reminder that she belonged to him.
“Good girl,” he murmured, giving the base a gentle tug that made her whimper. “Now you’re going to feel exactly who owns this bottom while you stand in the corner.”
He pulled her panties back into place, helped her stand on slightly shaky legs, then turned her toward the corner.
“Corner. Nose to the wall, hands behind your back. Think about the money you lost and the extra work you created for yourself and your friends. Five minutes.”
Junie moved to the corner without argument, pressing her nose to the wall. Tanner stood and moved around the room quietly, letting the anticipation build. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her bottom clenched in nervous anticipation. Perfect.
When the five minutes were up, he called her back over. “Come here, babygirl.”
He guided her over his lap, settling her comfortably but securely. His hand rested on her panty-covered bottom for a long moment.
“These first ten swats are because you let your temper control you instead of you controlling it. You’re going to feel every swat and remember that next time.”
“First ten?” she squeaked, eyes wide.
“Cupcake, you are about to have a very long night.”
He started slow but firm, warming her up with his hand over her panties.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The first few swats were manageable, but Junie still squirmed across his lap, letting out soft little gasps with each impact.
“Oh… Daddy…”
“Settle, babygirl,” he murmured, rubbing the sting away for a moment before landing the next set harder. “We’re just getting started.”
When he pulled her panties down to her thighs and continued on her bare skin, her sounds grew much louder and more desperate. His palm connected with a sharp crack against her right cheek, and Junie yelped, kicking her feet.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, little girl.” Another firm swat landed on her left cheek, making her hiss and clench. “This is what happens when you destroy your own hard work because you couldn’t walk away from Cherry.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Ahh! I’m sorry, Daddy! Ow!”
“You’re going to be a lot sorrier before we’re done,” he said calmly, spacing the swats evenly across both cheeks. Each impact drew a fresh yelp or gasp from her, her hips wiggling uselessly over his lap as she tried to escape the sting.
By the ninth swat, she was panting, her voice breaking on a whine. “Ow! Please… Daddy!”
By the time he finished the tenth swat, Junie’s bottom glowed a bright, rosy pink, and she was breathing hard, little whimpers escaping with every shift of her hips.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice softening just a fraction. “You took that warm-up well.”
“Wait! Warm-up? Those deathblows were just my warm-up?”
“Babygirl, those didn’t even count as swats. Now, let’s talk about why you thought putting up that display was a good idea,” he said between firm swats.
“I was just so mad, Daddy!”
“Mad is fine. Destroying your own hard work is not.” Tanner gave her bottom one last firm pat, then tapped her hip. “Stand up, babygirl.”
Junie pushed herself up on shaky legs, her panties still tangled around her thighs.
She kept her eyes down, cheeks flushed and streaked with the first hint of tears.
Tanner rose slowly, towering over her for a moment before reaching for the heavy leather belt at his waist. The sound of the buckle clinking and the leather sliding free from the loops made her visibly swallow.
He folded the belt in half, letting the doubled leather rest against his palm as he looked at her. “Hands on the seat of the chair. Bend over. Bottom up.”
Junie hesitated only a second before obeying, placing her palms flat on the cushioned seat and bending forward until her torso was parallel to the floor.
Her rosy bare bottom was already quivering slightly and that was just from his hand.
Tanner knew her ass was about to tremble a lot more.
He stepped to her side and rested his left hand firmly on the small of her back, anchoring her in place.
“Stay right there,” he said, voice low and steady. “Keep your hands on the seat. If you reach back, I could hit your fingers with the belt. That would hurt a lot more, and I don’t want to hurt your hands. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, voice already wobbly.
“Good girl. You’ll count these.”
He drew the belt back and brought it down with a sharp crack across the fullest part of her bottom. Junie gasped loudly, her hips jerking forward as a vivid red stripe bloomed across her skin.
“One!” she cried out.
Crack!
“Two! Ow!”
He worked methodically, laying each new stroke just below the previous one, letting the belt paint a clear line of fire from the top of her bottom down toward her sit spots.
Each impact drew a fresh gasp or sharp wince from her.
By the fourth stroke, her hips were already wiggling side to side in a desperate attempt to ease the sting.
“Be still,” Tanner warned, pressing his hand more firmly against the small of her back. “You move around too much, and you’ll earn extra.”
Crack!
“Five! Ahh—Daddy, it stings!”
Crack!
“Six!” Her voice cracked. She rose up on her toes, trying to shift the burn, then stomped one foot against the floor.
Tanner didn’t pause. The belt landed again, lower this time, catching the sensitive undercurve of her right cheek.
“Seven! Ow, ow, ow!”
By the time he was ready to give her the eighth stroke, her breathing had turned ragged, and the first real tears slipped down her cheeks. The red stripes were clearly visible now, layered one beneath the other, her bottom growing darker with every measured swing of the leather.
Crack!
“Eight!” She stomped both feet this time, her hips twisting as she fought to stay in position.
“Settle down, little girl,” he said, calmly rubbing the fresh stripe with his thumb before drawing the belt back again. “You’re going to take every one of these.”
Crack!
“Nine!” The sound that left her was half sob, half cry. Her fingers curled tightly against the seat of the chair as more tears fell.
The final stroke landed right across both sit spots, the sharpest one yet.
“Ten!” Junie wailed, her hips bucking hard before she forced herself still again.
Her bottom was now a deep, mottled red, the distinct lines of the belt clearly visible from the top down to the tender crease where bottom met thigh.
She was crying in earnest now, soft, hiccupping sobs shaking her shoulders as she kept her hands obediently in place.
Tanner set the belt aside and ran his warm palm over the heated, striped skin, feeling her flinch and then lean into his touch despite the sting. He could see every line the leather had left, a clear map of her punishment. His hand on her lower back stayed steady and possessive.
“Breathe, babygirl,” he murmured, voice gentler now but still firm. “You took that well. We’re not finished yet, but you’re doing good.”
Junie sniffled, her voice thick with tears. “It hurts so much, Daddy…”
“I know it does.” He gave her bottom a slow, deliberate squeeze, making her gasp again. “And you’re going to remember how it feels every time you sit down for the next couple of days. That’s the point.”
He let his fingers trace one of the darker stripes, watching her shiver. Then he gave her a light pat that still made her wince.
“We’re moving to the bench next.” He squatted down behind her and tugged her panties down to her ankles. “But first, let’s get rid of these. Step out.”
Once she had lifted first one foot and then the other, Tanner tossed her panties aside, stood and helped her up before guiding her to the spanking bench. “Bend over, hands in front of you.”
He secured her wrists with soft leather cuffs, just tight enough that she felt held. Then he moved behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back.
Tanner kept his palm on her lower back for a long moment, feeling the heat radiating from her striped bottom.
She was still bent over the bench, sniffling softly, her thighs trembling.
The vivid red lines across her skin made something move inside him.
She had taken her punishment beautifully so far, but he wasn’t finished with her yet.