Don't Call Me Daddy

“Stand up.” He motions to me.

“Yes, sir.” I nod and obey.

Lawson sits on the couch and reaches for the hand that isn’t bandaged. He guides me into position until I’m draped across his knee. My skirt is too short to cover my ass, but it doesn’t seem to matter much at this point.

“Bad influence?” He looks down at me. “That’s the truth.”

It takes me a moment, but then I realize he’s reading what is written across the back of my panties; my skirt covers a lot less than I thought.

“It seemed funny at the time.” I wince. “Maybe not so much now.”

I’ve imagined myself in this position so many times. I don’t even remember when it turned into a curiosity I couldn’t satisfy, but I remember every bit of the frustration that went with it. To have it happen—here, now—with a guy as hot as Lawson. It’s a dream come true and terrifying at the same time. All of the rejection I went through over the years seems worth it for the first time in my life, and I don’t even know if I’ll see him again after tonight.

“Alright, what do you want to be spanked for first? Dress code violation? Smoking? Drinking?” He slides my skirt into position so that it provides a little more modesty.

“We should probably save the worst for last…” I look over my shoulder at him.

“Drinking?” He tilts his head slightly.

“I think I smoked more than I drank.” I raise an eyebrow. “It might be a toss-up?”

“You know better than I do; we’ll save the smoking for last.” He nods. “How many do you think you deserve for being out of dress code?”

“Um…” My brow furrows. “Ten?”

“That seems a little light.” He shakes his head. “Especially for a skirt this short.”

“Twenty?” I grimace.

“Fair…” He nods, and I feel his hand on my ass.

I don’t know if I’m going to enjoy being spanked or if I'll hate it, but I envision a little of both. Twenty doesn’t sound that bad, and if it doesn’t turn out to be as enticing as it is in my head, I’m sure he’ll stop.

SMACK! Lawson’s hand comes down on the back of my skirt.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh wow.” I exhale sharply.

It’s a mixture of exhilaration and regret tied together in a strange harmony. I barely get a chance to catch my breath before his hand comes down again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“We take dress code violations very seriously around here.” He sounds like he’s struggling to be gruff, but he’s pulling it off well.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, sir!” I squirm on his knee as his hand starts to heat up my ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

A couple of seconds pass before I realize he’s done, with that

part of my punishment at least. My body is reacting to the experience just like it did when I fantasized about it. I definitely want more.

“I believe it’s time to discuss your drinking.” He adjusts my skirt and lets his hand rest on the back of it.

“Ten?” I ask playfully.