Chapter 18 Wyatt #2
Bitsy swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously to his heavy jawline, her fingers twitching uselessly inside her oversized cuffs. She stayed completely silent, too intimidated to speak, but her wide, vulnerable gaze latched onto his, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"You lied to me repeatedly, you put your safety at risk by sleeping in a freezing car, and you deliberately disobeyed a direct order regarding your work hours," Wyatt rumbled, his voice low, steady, and full of absolute parental gravity.
"In my house, and under my care, actions have consequences. Because you broke my rules, you are going to get a very thorough spanking, Bitsy. I am a very protective Daddy, and I do not tolerate dishonesty. If you belong to me, you tell me the truth, even when it’s hard. Even when you're scared."
A soft, sharp gasp left her lips, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. Her entire body went completely rigid under his hands, the reality of his words hitting her like a physical wave.
"A... a spanking?" she whispered, her voice climbing an octave, vibrating with a potent mix of disbelief and sudden, building heat in her cheeks.
She instinctively tried to step back, her small frame tensing against his hold.
"Wyatt, wait, please—no. I'm twenty-four years old!
You can't just spank me because I handled my life badly. I said I was sorry. I'm not a child!"
"You're my little girl, and you're acting like a reckless one," Wyatt countered seamlessly, his voice absolute steel as he absorbed her micro-struggle and kept her tucked firmly against his hip.
"And a good Daddy doesn't let his little girl freeze in a car or lie to his face without a proper correction. "
Before she could protest, Wyatt reached out and smoothly unbuttoned her coat, sliding the heavy fabric down her trembling arms and setting it over the back of the sofa.
He worked quickly, his fingers moving to her corporate blazer next, unbuttoning it and slipping it off her shoulders so she was left in just her cream blouse and thin black slacks.
He paused then, his gaze dropping to hers, his expression softening just enough to remind her of the foundation beneath his authority.
"Before we go any further, I need you to remember," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, grounding register.
"This is a safe space for us, but I need us to be on the same page.
If things ever become too much, or if you ever need to stop for any reason, your safe word is reboot. Do you understand?"
Bitsy nodded, her breath hitching as the weight of his protectiveness settled over her.
"Good," he said, his thumb brushing against her collarbone before he sank down onto the sofa, pulling her firmly with him.
Bitsy let out a small, panicked squeak as he immediately gathered her by the waist. Her balance shifted entirely, her center of gravity disappearing as he pulled her across his lap, her abdomen settling firmly against his hard thighs.
"Wyatt, please," she whimpered, her hands instantly reaching back to try and cover herself, her tells screaming as she tried to tuck her knees up. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't lie again. I'll be good."
"I know you will be, sweetheart, but we're going to make sure the lesson sticks," he said firmly.
He captured both of her small wrists in one of his massive hands, securing them gently but immovably against the small of her back.
With his other hand, he gathered the fabric of her black slacks and her cotton underwear, drawing them down in one smooth, practiced motion until her bare, pale bottom was fully exposed to the warm air of the room.
Bitsy buried her face in the fabric of the sofa cushion, a loud, hot sob bursting from her throat as the raw, absolute vulnerability of the position hit her. She was completely exposed now, entirely helpless against his strength.
Wyatt took a deep breath, assessing the smooth expanse of her skin. He didn't want to terrify her, but she needed to understand the absolute gravity of what she had done. Sleeping in that car could have killed her if the weather had dropped any lower.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
He delivered four heavy, resounding flat-handed swats right across the center of her pale cheeks to address the deep deception. The deafening cracks echoed sharply in the quiet apartment. Bitsy shrieked, her legs flailing slightly as an instant, blinding heat flooded her skin.
"Those are for the lies about your apartment," Wyatt rumbled, his voice low, steady, and entirely non-negotiable as he let the intense sting settle into her skin.
"Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She wailed, her fingers twisting frantically against his iron grip.
He didn't wait long before shifting his target slightly, raining four more heavy, rhythmic swats lower down, ensuring the crimson blush building across her skin spread evenly down the backs of her thighs. He kept a deliberate pace, letting each strike build on the last.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
"And those are for the lies about your coat, and for skipping your meals to hide it all from me," he commanded, his broad palm driving the lessons home until her skin throbbed with a uniform, fiery heat.
Bitsy was weeping openly now, loud, messy little-girl tears that soaked right into the sofa fabric.
Her earlier adult defenses were entirely gone; she was completely submissive, her entire body trembling under his hand as she absorbed the correction she so desperately needed.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! Please, it hurts! "
"I know it does, baby. Hold still for me," he murmured reassuringly, though his hand lifted once more to address her final infraction.
His voice dropped into a dark, absolute growl, adding a heavy layer of finality to his words.
"And these last three are for plugging into my network layer after I gave you an explicit, direct order to rest. Do. Not. Disobey. Me."
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The final strikes fell like gunshots, leaving her bottom a uniform, vibrant shade of dark pink, radiating an intense, throbbing fire.
Bitsy collapsed completely against his thighs, her sobs turning into quiet, hitching whimpers as the adrenaline began to drain from her system, leaving her entirely spent and thoroughly corrected.
Wyatt didn't leave her there. He immediately reached down, pulling her slacks and underwear back up over her burning skin, smoothing the fabric down with gentle, soothing strokes. He released her wrists, then reached under her arms and hauled her heavy, limp body up against his chest.