“Now, undo the crotch of your teddy and pull it up waist high. Then you will drape yourself over my lap and spread your legs. You are not allowed to move or talk until I say so.”

Lay over his lap, she didn’t think she w

ould have to do that, but then she hadn’t really thought about how she would get her spanking. He had said it would hurt, but in her books, they always enjoyed the spankings. How bad could it be?

“I’m waiting. If you make me wait too long I’ll add slaps.”

“Oh.” She reached down and unfastened the teddy, lifting it as asked and awkwardly lying across his legs.

He adjusted her position the way he wanted her and told her, “Brace your hands on the floor for balance. Do not move!”

He hauled back and smacked her on her right cheek.

Shit, that hurt worse than she thought it would. She thought it would be like the couple swats he had given her during the day. He was going to leave handprints on her ass. He was serious.

Before she knew it he hit her just as hard on the other cheek. Her ass was on fire and he had only hit her twice. She jerked around and gave him a dirty look. This was supposed to be fun. It wasn’t supposed to hurt.

“I told you not to move.” He smacked her again, hitting her pussy lips this time.

“Hey, this is supposed to be fun, what the hell are you doing?” She was starting to cry.

“Theresa, I don’t know who told you it was fun, but you are being disciplined for misbehaving. This isn’t a game to me. If you want to play games, go find a little boy to play with. I’m a man and I want a woman to be my friend and partner. If you can’t be that person, tell me now and we will stop all this and just be friends.” He hoped she would continue and not walk away. He wasn’t sure he could let her go.

“Oh,” she said in a small voice.

He lifted her up and turned her to sit back in his lap, wanting to see her face while he talked to her. “Theresa, tell me what you want. Do you want me to continue or stop?”

“I…I want to continue. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. Help me be better, Sir.” She had tears running down her face and she looked so sad.

“I’ll help you, baby, we’ll do this together,” he told her and leaned down to give her a reassuring kiss. Moving her back into position, he said, “Now, because you moved and spoke I’m going to add five more swats. Do not move and do not speak unless you need me to stop because you can’t take anymore and want everything to stop for today, understand?” He hadn’t talked to her about safe words yet, but she needed to know she could stop this.

“Yes, Sir,” Theresa answered him. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to be the woman he wanted and needed. She had never felt like this about any man in her life. If Alan walked away now, she didn’t know what she would do.

There were a lot of things she didn’t know about the BDSM lifestyle and she needed to learn more. She needed to find someone she could talk to. Hopefully she could befriend Rachel or one of the other girls at the Club and they would help her.

“Okay, Theresa, I’m going to start again now. We’ll start with one.” He caressed both ass cheeks and slipped his hand into her slit to see if she was wet. She was and he could tell by her body’s responses that she was enjoying this more than she said, even if she didn’t know it.

“You are so wet, baby, good girl.” He commenced her punishment. He delivered the blows rapidly, but not as hard as he had the first two. He really didn’t want to hurt her and didn’t know how easy she would bruise.

After he had given her ten blows, he stopped and rubbed her clit, running two fingers up and down her slit, moving the moisture from her pussy to her clit and back hole. He rimmed her back hole with one finger, not applying much pressure.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, obviously liking what he was doing. He had told her not to talk, but she hoped he didn’t stop.

“My baby likes that. We will definitely be playing more there later. Good girl.” He continued with her punishment.

By the time he got to twenty-five slaps she was really sobbing. She was not just crying because he had punished her, but crying for all the losses in her life. Her father, her stepfather, her mother, even Joe was a loss. He was the brother she would never have. When their parents had gotten married, she thought she was getting an older brother to do all the things an older brother was supposed to do for a little sister. Someone to protect and teach her things. All she got was an asshole who bullied her and her friends and ran everyone out of her life.

Alan lifted Theresa into his lap and held her tight. He could tell she was sobbing for more reasons than just the spanking. For a lot of subs spanking or punishment caused a cathartic release. It appeared to have done so with her.

“Tell me, baby,” he said as he rubbed her back trying to soothe her.

So she did, she told him about her feelings and her hurts, how disappointed she was in her life. How she wished for more, but didn’t know how to make it happen, everything. It felt so good to let it all out.

Theresa had never told anyone about her childhood and how she had grown up being bullied by Joe and all his friends. It was a huge relief to tell someone. Alan was supportive and loving. He let her tell it all and didn’t interrupt.

Chapter Eight

Once Theresa had told Alan everything, it felt like the biggest weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt like a different person. She was free and could be who she wanted to be. Joe couldn’t hurt her anymore, she had Alan.

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