The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

“Don’t forget what I told you, three months tops and that’s pushing it kinda close.” I kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand before walking away and she had no idea that I was still pissed at her.

All through dinner that evening I played the laid back cool guy. I fielded questions from the others, was the butt of their jokes all while grinning and playing my part. As soon as dinner was over and I’d helped her clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher we were free to go.

She got all excited when I pulled into the garage of my house. She didn’t realize that I hadn’t said two words to her all evening. I took her hand and lead her inside after disconnecting the inside eyes and ears. She looked at the couch where there was no sheet this time and I think that was her first inkling that this wasn’t going to be a repeat of the other night.

“Sit, we need to talk.”

“About what, did something happen?” I gave her that look that she knew meant don’t play me.

“Let’s get something straight before we go any further. That shit you pulled earlier, don’t do it again.”

“Going forward, no matter how pissed you get or how pissed you make me, we’re in this for the long haul. You don’t get to throw that shit up at me like a flag on a penalty. It’s a fucked up play and I don’t deserve it. You wouldn’t like it if I threatened to walk away every time you pissed me the fuck off.”

Her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open. “Todd!”

“Don’t Todd me; you knew what you were doing. You see all that stuff we did on that couch and out in the kitchen, that’s only part of a relationship, one of the best parts sure, but in the sum of things it’s just a slice of the whole pie.”

“You’re going to respect me and I’m going to respect you. I know you already have a dad, I’m not trying to be your dad I just want to be your husband. And if you thought he was over protective you haven’t seen anything yet Caitlin. Get use to it.”

“Any questions?” She creased her brow and stared at me like she’d never seen me before. “None? Good. Now I’m going to punish you. Stand up.” She looked confused as hell as I helped her up from the couch. I took her place and pulled her down across my lap.

She was wearing another little skirt that flirted around her legs to just above her knees. “Don’t look at me, look straight ahead. And while you’re doing that think about why we’re here, about how you fucked up.”

I lifted the skirt up over her ass to the small of her back and felt her tense up. The sight of the perfect globes of her ass encased in her cute silk panties with lace trim almost sidetracked me but those words were still ringing in my ears as I ran my hand soothingly over her ass.

“Relax!” I ran my hand back and forth, caressing her ass cheeks with each pass until she relaxed against my thighs. As soon as I felt her breathing change with excitement I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her ass.

She jumped and squealed because as strict as her dad is no one has ever laid hands on her. So her spoilt ass is expecting me to carry on where he left off, letting her get away with her shit. Nope! She tried throwing herself off my lap but the next words from my mouth stopped her.

“I was planning to give you five. But if you move it’ll be double, if I have to come after you I’ll double that. Choose carefully!” She looked over her shoulder at me and I gritted my teeth against the tears in her eyes.

When she turned around and hunched her shoulders and tensed her ass up in anticipation I released the breath I was holding and finished carrying out her punishment.

I fought not to hold her as she cried afterward, but I knew I hadn’t hit her that hard, that it was just her pride. Besides, if I comfort her now she’ll do the same shit again down the line.

“Words hurt, we don’t do that to each other. I didn’t tell you to move.” She’d tried turning around. “I’m still mad at you for that shit. Now tell me you’re sorry.”

“Sorry!” She sniffled which I guess is supposed to make me feel guilty. I don’t, not about that, or what I was about to do to her next.

Her ass was still hot from her spanking when I lowered her pretty panties. “Lift!” She lifted her body just high enough for me to ease her panties down her ass and off, throwing them to the floor. “Open!” She opened her legs sparingly but it was enough. I ran my hand up her thigh until my fingers touched her pussy.