Chapter 3
Keri
“You lied to me, didn’t you, little girl?
” he asked, and I could have sworn that every molecule of oxygen rushed out of my lungs at the same instant.
My mouth went dry and I hummed quietly with nervous energy.
I glanced at his corded biceps and chewed at my lower lip, trying to figure out what he wanted me to do.
He hadn’t used my name that time. He’d called me a little girl and I wasn’t sure if I froze because of that, or the change in his tone of voice, or that the entire situation was finally coming to a head whether I wanted it to or not.
I was so out of my element. He knew what he was doing, and I didn’t.
“Yes,” I breathed. I didn’t know what else to say.
“What should happen to a little girl who lies to such a powerful man?”
I wasn’t brave enough to answer so I looked anywhere but him.
Eventually, I settled my gaze on the floor because it felt safe.
I studied the swirling design of the carpet and tried to control the frantic beat of my heart from pounding out of my chest. I hoped that he wouldn’t be able to see how utterly lost I was in his presence right now.
“I think you know how that ought to be dealt with, don’t you?” he pressed carefully. I couldn’t even look at him as he said the words because I was so incredibly embarrassed at where I thought this might be going.
“I do know how it ought to be dealt with,” I whispered without even thinking. After I said the words, I pressed my lips together, both mortified and terrified that I’d said anything at all. I wished I could roll back time and take them back, but I couldn’t.
I glanced up at him, trying to figure out what he was up to. Maybe he liked the concept of role play and this was his way at initiating it. Was this the cost of his help in dealing with my father and taking care of the dissolution of my wedding? Did he want me to play along? Did I want to?
This was all pretend. It had to be. It couldn’t be real.
My mouth was dry as I tried to handle the mental gymnastics that ricocheted through me at this unexpected turn of events.
His demeanor had most certainly changed from something of a rich man who couldn’t be bothered to have a conversation with me to more of a powerful aura that screamed of taking control.
His effect over me was so formidable and I hated to admit that I didn’t stand a chance against it.
At first I’d been unsure of his intentions, but when he’d rolled his sleeves up right in front of me I knew what he had planned for me. I’d been naughty and he wanted to spank me. He wanted to pull me over his knee and spank me.
A shiver rushed down my spine. My mouth felt dryer than ever.
This wasn’t real.
I was about to be spanked for the first time in my life.
To be honest, I kind of wanted to find out what it was like.
Whenever I’d come across a scene that involved discipline like that in a book, I’d read it multiple times and I’d even bookmarked a few of my favorites.
I’d even watched a number of spankings happen in the movies and on television and thought it was exceptionally hot to watch a man take control like that.
It was in those moments that I identified my first initial feelings of arousal.
Reading and watching those things made me wet and needy.
I’d had my first orgasm using my fingers between my thighs thinking about the way Jamie Fraser had taken off his belt, folded it in half, and used it to redden Claire’s naughty backside in Outlander.
Most of it had happened in the bedroom and I chewed on my lower lip as I tried to process my feelings as quickly as I could.
But this…
This was different. This felt real even though I was pretty sure that it was simply a role play.
Truthfully, I didn’t know what it was, but it felt like something significant.
I couldn’t shake the apprehension that boiled through me as I stared back at him. In my reading, I knew that a spanking could hurt, and in some instances, it could be incredibly painful. That part scared me.
I didn’t want it to hurt, and right now I didn’t know if he was toying with me or if he truly meant to punish me for lying to him.
My pussy throbbed with need. I’d never done anything like this. I was untouched. A virgin. The only hands that had touched my naked body were my own.
For some reason, I wanted him to be the first. I wanted him to spank me. I wanted to find out what came after that.
I opened my mouth, but no words came. Had he asked me a question? Was I supposed to answer? I was so nervous that I’d lost the ability to speak at all.
“Tell me, little girl. What needs to happen to a naughty girl who tells such a big lie?” he asked gently, and as I listened to the words fall off his lips I felt myself spiraling more and more out of control. Was this real? It felt so real.
Why was he so good at this?
Maybe he was just exceptionally experienced.
I knew he liked to be a sugar daddy with the girls he dated after all.
I knew he liked to spank them, so maybe he had a lot of practice in making this feel more real than it should.
I was just another girl to add to his roster.
That had to be it. I wasn’t anything special to him.
This wasn’t real…
I could feel my panties growing wetter and my clit throbbed needily between my legs. I wanted this at the same time that I was terrified to take that leap.
“Naughty girls who lie…” I began, but I choked on my words.
My tongue felt too dry. My lips didn’t want to work and instead of finishing my sentence, I whimpered with extreme hesitation.
I stared back at the intricately designed rug on the floor, hoping a black hole would open up and swallow me whole before he made me say anything else.
“What happens to naughty girls?” he pressed. His tone was insistent and firm, but entirely expectant. I wouldn’t be able to get away with not answering him.
He sat back against the couch, lifting his elbows up onto the edge. He gave me a clear view of his lap, of the place he was offering if I would just say the words that he wanted me to say.
That’s not all I noticed though.
His cock was incredibly hard. The fabric of his black slacks concealed his thick length from my eyes, but there was no hiding his arousal at what was to come. He was turned on by this too.
I forced myself to look away.
I tried to breathe through my anxious desire, but nothing could extinguish its overwhelming pull. For several moments one jolt of panic after another raced through me. I couldn’t ask for this. Normal girls didn’t ask to be taken over a man’s knee and spanked.
Normal girls didn’t want this.
“I’m not sure,” I tried to backpedal, and he shook his head.
“That’s another lie, little girl,” he answered as he cocked his head to the side, and I had the sudden feeling that I was already in too deep. I’d played along with him and now it was quickly spiraling so far out of my control that I didn’t know if I could stop it.
“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Tell me what happens, little girl,” he pushed.
The train had already begun to hurtle off the tracks. It was too late. There was no turning back now.
This wasn’t real.
I tried to gather myself, but the words fell off my lips unbidden. By the time I said them, I knew that there would be no way I could ever take them back.
“Naughty girls should be punished for lying,” I whispered, my voice nearly inaudible.
“How should a naughty girl be punished?” he coaxed.
“With a spanking,” I whimpered, helplessly lost in a sea of embarrassment and shame that washed over me so intensely that my heart nearly hurtled out of my throat. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to even think as a terrible flush heated my face.
I refused to look at him. I stared at that same swirling design on the floor as I willed myself to disappear.
Why did this feel so real? Was this what it was supposed to feel like?
“That’s right, little girl,” he murmured. His eyes were gentle and warm and that should have alleviated my terror, but it did the exact opposite. It only made me even more afraid.
Why was he so fucking good at this? Why?
Time seemed to slow as he appraised me like a man who knew exactly how to handle a girl like me. The tension between us was so palpable that I had difficulty separating fiction from reality and my thighs trembled hard enough that I had to press my sweaty palms against them to make it stop.
“Are you going to spank me?” I asked, my voice so soft I could barely even hear myself. Every last vestige of hope that this was simply a role play had faded away, forcing me to face the fact that this man was going to take me over his knee and punish me for lying to him.
“Yes, little girl. I’m going to spank you. You lied to me and naughty little girls who lie need to be punished,” he answered.
“Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice breaking with fear far more than I wanted it to. I made myself look at him then. I had to know what he wanted. Was this real? Was this just foreplay for him?
“Yes. It’s going to hurt,” he replied. He never broke eye contact with me, and I saw the firm dominance in his gaze. Every word was certain, and I found that I believed him.
I felt the blood drain from my face. I was so out of my element that I didn’t know the right thing to say. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through this after all. I didn’t know if he was playing with me because this felt so much more real than I imagined it would.
Sometimes in the stories I read, the girls were spanked until they cried.
I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want him to see me break like that.
“Please, I…” I began, trying to gain back some semblance of control, but he was ready for that. I’d lost it and he was going to take it all away from me with what he said next. I took a step back, but the sound of his voice stopped me in my tracks.