“Because—I acted like a brat.” I exhaled sharply.
“I guess that’s an honest answer.” I felt his hand lift.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ouch!” I squirmed on his knee.
Those were certainly firm…
“I could go easy on you, but that’s not what you want—is it?” He traced the curve of my ass with his fingers.
“No sir…” The truth left my lips before I could think about it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Bad girl…” He growled under his breath.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Oh god!” I bounced on his knee and threw my hand back to cover my ass.
“Not tonight.” He immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand to the small of my back.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“It hurts!” I whimpered and thrashed in his grasp, but he kept me in place.
“That’s what you wanted.” He shifted me on his knee so that my balance was off and it would be harder for me to try and escape.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Greyson intended to give me a real spanking. There was no doubt about that. His hand was going back and forth across my ass, leaving a sting where it landed—a sting that got worse every time I felt his hand. I played with fire and I was getting burned. I could feel tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. I was going to cry. I was going to lay across my Daddy’s knee and cry while he gave me the spanking I deserved for acting like a brat. I was trapped in a moment of my own making and it was time to get my comeuppance.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry I acted like a brat!” I squealed and a sob formed in my throat as the first tear rolled down my face.
“I gave you a choice. You made the one that put you right here, didn’t you?” He growled under his breath.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes sir! I’m sorry Daddy!” I squealed and the tears flooded my eyes.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I started to bawl and then something strange happened inside me. The pain felt like it consumed my emotions for a moment—then I felt a weight lift from my soul. The first time I was over his knee, I felt an emotional release, but it wasn’t that powerful. He held back then. He stopped when the tears came. It wasn’t a true emotional release—it was just a taste. I was moving past the point of tasting it. The release was devouring me. The pain was no longer important. The pain was just a tool that guided me towards what I truly needed. I felt my body go weak and I started to simply sob while his hand continued to stoke the fire that was burning across the surface of my ass. Instead of getting one smack before he moved to the other side, I got two in a row—chaotic smacks that I couldn’t predict—it was like feeling my soul raptured through the agony of what I needed.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Okay, I think that’s enough.” Greyson’s hand slowed down and then it simply rested on my scorched skin.
I didn’t have the words to thank him. He pulled me into his arms and I just cried against his shoulder. It was a full-on emotional tornado that shattered my sanity while my soul brought me back from the edge of despair. Greyson held me until my tears were dry and then he shifted on the bed. I was ready to please him in any way I could—to show him gratitude for the incredible gift he had given me—but he just held me. I snuggled in his arms and he kept me tight against his chest. I had learned to feel safe in his arms, but I felt something else—the purity of an emotion that was trying to become love. Greyson was everything I needed and a rock I could cling to when everything else felt unstable.
This goes deeper than simply being turned on when he takes charge—this is what I’ve been searching for my whole life.
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