“That’s why your punishment isn’t over.” He nodded. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and Daddy is going to have to give you a spanking.”
“Whoa…” I pulled my hand away from him. “Hold on.”
“I didn’t stutter.” He reached for my hand again.
“I’ve gotten in trouble quite a few times in my life…” I didn’t pull away when he took my hand again. “I’ve never been spanked for it.”
“Then it’s long overdue.” He patted his knee with his other hand.
The thought of being spanked by him is kind of hot—and I’m so wet right now that I’m practically dripping.
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” I took an apprehensive step towards him.
It’s hot, but I can’t help being a little scared…
“That depends.” Everette pulled me down across his knee and gently guided me into position.
“On what…” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“How quickly I hear some actual remorse when you tell me that you’re sorry for your naughty behavior…” He lifted his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I immediately threw my hand back to protect my ass before he could land another one. “That stings!”
“Then you better start apologizing.” He pushed my hand away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry! Ow!” I bounced on his knee a couple of times
.
“I believe what you meant to say…” He lifted his hand again. “Was—I’m sorry, Daddy.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Daddy!” I squirmed against his knee, but he put a hand above my hip so he could hold me in place.
“That’s better.” His tone was a little firmer than normal.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” A whimper echoed in my throat. “I said I was sorry…”
“If you’re truly sorry, then you know that you deserve this spanking.” He adjusted me on his knee. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes Daddy…” I whimpered again.
“And what do naughty girls get?” He patted my ass a couple of times.
“A spanking…” I leaned forward and dug my nails into his pants.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The stinging got worse when the spanking truly began. It took a little time for me to truly process what was happening. One minute I was dropping my towel and the next, I was over his knee. Our first night together had definitely taken a turn that I didn’t expect. I couldn’t really argue with his logic or what he said—I had been a very bad girl while my parents were out of town. I was having one last rebellious weekend before I left for college, but I didn’t think there would be any repercussions. I took extra measures to make sure that was the case—measures that Everette was aware of because he helped me hide the evidence.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!