What is going on here?
“I think it’s time for us to have a talk—the kind we’ve needed to have for a while.” Dante walked across the room and grabbed my wrist.
“A talk?” I grimaced when his grip tightened.
“I’ve had it with your naughty behavior, young lady. I’m going to do something I should have done a long time ago.” He turned towards the stairs and pulled me behind him. “You’re about to get a long, hard spanking.”
The tingle returned immediately. I felt a wetness between my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the stairs and started walking. I was forced to follow him because his hand was locked tightly around my wrist. My heart started to beat a little faster as we ascended the stairs. The paddling wasn’t my punishment. That explained why Shane was the one to do it. He held back because it was just a tease for what was actually coming. Dante was the one who truly saw my desires manifest for the first time. He was the one that would give me the punishment my body craved. When we got to the top of the stairs, he walked to one of the rooms and pushed the door open. He didn’t hesitate to let me look at the decorations assembled for that room of the Funhouse. He marched me straight to the bed, took a seat, and pulled me across his knee.
There’s the dominance I expected.
12
Brianna
The anticipation made my body burn with the new submissive desires that had been lingering in my dreams and teasing my thoughts. I was stretched out across Dante’s knee, pressed firmly against his leg, and bent at the waist. The skirt had already shifted so that my panties were on full display, and I knew that they were so wet Dante could see my growing lust. The tingle was so strong that I thought it was going to make me squirm and try to rub my legs together just to try and satisfy those urges. Dante’s hand lifted and then came crashing down on the back of my panties. The first smack was glorious, like tasting my true nature for the very first time. He didn’t stop at three, and each smack that landed shifted my skirt further up until none of it was protecting my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Did you really think I was going to let you get away with behaving like a little brat?” Dante’s commanding voice echoed along with the sound of his hand landing on my panties.
“No sir! Ow!” I squirmed and gasped when the sting started to spread.
When Dante met me at the bottom of the stairs, I wasn’t sure what character he was supposed to be playing. Once I was across his knee, I finally started to process it. My eyes darted around the room and I realized that it was supposed to be my room—or at least, the room that my naughty cheerleader personality spent her days in. There were posters of popular bands on the wall and based on the decor, I had to assume some of the items were already present when they bought the house. Dante had taken on the role of the naughty cheerleaders very angry Daddy—or some sort of authority figure. It didn’t really matter what his role was, what mattered was that he was handling my naughty behavior with the palm of his hand, and the sting only seemed to get worse each time his hand came down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I felt something shift inside me. I started to embrace my personality, lose touch with the fact that I was normal, ordinary Brianna wearing a costume. I was a very naughty cheerleader, and my comeuppance had finally arrived. Dante was giving me a real spanking, and he wasn’t holding back like Shane did with the paddle. The way it made me feel was incredible. I was torn between wanting more and the feeling of actual remorse. The need to make the sting stop, while simultaneously wishing I could stay there until I understood how much I truly liked it. I had a way out, but nothing in the world could pry those words from my lips. Each time Dante’s hand landed, my panties got wetter. The vibration from his hand, especially when he applied it to the bottom half of my panties, was making my pussy tingle more than it had all night.
“Ouch! Ow!” I squealed and squirmed on his knee.
“I think it’s time for these panties to come down so you can get the spanking you deserve.” Dante’s hand wrapped around the waistband of the only thing standing between his hand and my ass.
“Wait!” I reached back and grabbed them, mostly out of instinct, when I felt them being pulled down.
“The more you fight, the harder you’re getting spanked.” Dante grabbed my wrist and pulled my panties out of my grasp.
My panties were yanked all the way to my knees. Dante tilted me on his knee so that my ass was once again underneath his palm. He turned my arm until it was bent at the elbow and pinned it to the small of my back. There was nothing I could do to stop the spanking he intended to give me—the one that the naughty cheerleader had earned—without saying those sacred words. I felt his hand come down and immediately made my body tense up. I didn’t think the thin fabric had been doing much to protect my ass, but I was wrong. His hand on my exposed flesh made the sting a lot worse. He lifted it and let it fall, going from one side of my ass to the other as I squirmed on his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“It hurts! Please, I’ve learned my lesson!” I pulled against his grasp, wishing I could push my hand down to block at least one agonizing smack.
I have to show the kind of remorse a naughty cheerleader would show, and that’s exactly what I feel right now!
“Is this the end of your naughty behavior? Am I going to get another call from your principal?” Dante kept my hand pinned and continued spanking me.
“No sir! I swear!” I kicked my feet as the sting started to turn into a mild burning sensation.
“Good!” Dante gave me a hard smack in the middle of my ass and continued to punish me, despite my plea for mercy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The pain that spread across the surface of my ass was enough to make my eyes damp as tears threatened to fall, but it still didn’t stop the desire resonating inside me. My pussy was so wet that I was almost certain I was leaving a stain on his pants with my lust dripping onto his leg. His hand finally started to slow down, and I got a few harder smacks, but they were a lot easier to take without another one coming in rapid succession. When his hand finally stopped falling, I relaxed and released all the tension with a long sigh. There was a light sob in my throat, but it hadn’t been forced to the surface. He almost made me cry, but he stopped right before the tears started to stream down my face. I felt like I had been truly punished, and received the kind of spanking that had haunted me in my dreams. It was like curiosity was being manifested and a new understanding of who I really was lingered inside me.
How am I ever going to have a real relationship with someone if I need something like that to get really turned on?
“I want you to stand in the corner with your nose against the paint and your hands on your head.” Dante released his grip on my wrist. “If you move out of position, you will be back across my knee for round two.”