Jackson watched Lydia turn and walk away, looking as docile as a lamb. He hadn’t missed the way her eyes had glazed over and her cheeks had turned pink when he’d told her to get her little ass bared for punishment. She liked it when he was dominant and took charge.
The urge to punish her surged through his veins. He’d already told her how he felt about her skipping meals, and it seemed his words had had no effect. He wanted to take care of her, and she clearly required a heavy hand. That was fine with him. He would enjoy painting her ass red.
He walked to the kitchen and took his time putting together a plate of cheese, crackers, and sliced apples. He had no qualms about making her sweat with anticipation over her punishment. Imagining her in his office with her shapely, unblemished bottom naked in the corner caused his cock to strain against his jeans. Off and on during his entire business trip, he had pictured her naked over his lap, then naked on his bed. He’d imagined her pretty mouth opening to accept his cock and her sparkling eyes staring at him as he thrust into her pussy again and again. Now she was naked and vulnerable, and it was more than a fantasy.
Once he’d finished putting together her snack, he rustled through the drawers until he found his implement of choice, a heavy wooden spoon that would cause no small amount of pain on her bottom if he used it to its full punitive potential, and that’s precisely what he intended to do.
Jackson entered the room carrying the cheese and cracker plate and wooden spoon. The sight that met his eyes made his mouth water. Lydia stood in the corner with her jeans and panties pooled around her ankles. Her lovely bottom was the centerpiece of the entire room and begged for his attention. He admired the view for a moment, but he wasn’t entirely pleased with what he saw.
“Lydia, what did I say you were to do in preparation for your punishment?” His voice was stern, adding to the thick tension in the air.
“Pull down my pants and wait for you in the corner?” she said, her voice soft and hesitant.
“My exact words were to take off your jeans and panties and then to stand in the corner, not merely to pull your clothes down. Did you disobey my instructions on purpose?”
She let out a puff of air, a tiny scoff that was so quiet that if he were not listening for it, he would have missed it. She had a lot to learn about respect, and he was prepared to teach her. He set the plate and wooden spoon on his desk and walked to where Lydia stood in the corner. Placing his hand on her upper back, which was clothed in a red cotton blouse, he asked the question again, this time with a note of warning in his voice. “Did you disobey on purpose?” He slid his hand down to the small of her back, paused, and then smoothed his hand over her warm, naked cheeks.
She inhaled sharply. “No, not on purpose.”
He spanked her left cheek, hard, causing her to yelp. “So, you weren’t listening carefully then. Are my words not important enough for you to pay attention to?”
“No. I mean yes, they’re important. I’ll pay attention in the future,” she stammered quickly.
He spanked her right cheek as hard as he’d spanked her left. “See that you do.” Taking a step back, he admired the twin pink marks on her cheeks. She shifted from one foot to the other, making her bottom flex and jiggle enticingly. He wanted to grab hold of her cheeks and knead them in his hands.
Instead, he strode to his desk and sat in his chair. “As you know, Lydia, you get extra swats when you don’t do as you’re told during your discipline. So prepare to get five more than I was planning to give you for not listening properly. Now, get those clothes out from around your pretty little ankles, and come stand in front of my desk.”
She obeyed, stepping out of her clothes. Slowly, she folded her jeans, an unnecessary task Jackson suspected was done to delay the punishment. She placed her jeans and panties on top of the filing cabinet and finally turned around to meet his gaze. Her face was cherry red with embarrassment, but there was no mistaking the fire in her eyes. She bit her plump bottom lip, appearing like she was keeping herself from speaking in the knowledge that it would only get her into more trouble.
“Come here,” he said.
She walked to him with her hands covering the apex of her legs. When she reached his desk and stood across from him, she stared him straight in the eyes and lifted her chin in a useless but adorable display of bravado.
The edges of his lips twitched, a smile threatening to appear. “Hands at your sides, Lydia.”
Her eyes widened. She looked appalled that he would dare request such a thing of her. This he found amusing, considering that he’d already requested that she strip naked.
With a scowl, she obeyed, dropping her hands to her sides and revealing her mound of soft blonde curls.
“Never hide your body from Daddy. Daddy loves that pussy and will look at it anytime he likes.”
She closed her eyes, soaking in the humiliation without the further torture of looking at him, but he wasn’t going to allow even that minor solace.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said firmly.
She groaned but obeyed, her eyes flashing when she met his. There was no denying the arousal in her gaze, but she was clearly humiliated and indignant as well.
“Now, I’ve told you how I feel about you skipping meals,” he said. He nodded at the plate of cheese, crackers, and apples. “You’re going to stand right there and eat your snack before I punish you.”
She let out an affronted sigh. “You can’t be serious. I don’t want to eat when I’m about to be spanked.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. But if you don’t do as you’re told, your spanking will be even more severe, and I assure you that you don’t want that. It will be plenty severe as is, seeing as how this is the second time I’ve discussed skipping meals with you.”
She sighed again but picked up the plate. She nibbled on a cracker and then a piece of cheese, looking exceptionally uncomfortable standing there in front of him half naked and eating. “Do I have to eat everything?” she asked, her voice meeker than before.
“There are only four crackers with cheese and half an apple on that plate. I think you can manage.”
She didn’t look happy, but she did manage to finish the snack. She set the plate down and returned her gaze to him. “I’m sorry for not eating, but shouldn’t I get some credit for working? I accomplished a lot today.”
He leaned back. “Here’s the thing, Lydia. I care more about your well-being than I do about how well you do your job. Besides, I believe that if you take care of yourself, your work will reap the benefits.”
“I get it,” she said. “And I like that you care about me. I want to obey you. You’re just so… Inflexible. I don’t know if I’ll ever live up to your demands. I am afraid you’ll always be disappointed in me.”
“Nonsense. My demands are far from outlandish, and I’m a patient teacher. Inflexible, yes, but also patient.”
“That’s good at least,” she said with a shrug.
“Yes. But my patience has its limits. I have waited long enough to punish that sweet ass of yours.” He stood from his chair and walked around to where Lydia stood. He pushed aside the paperwork in front of her. “Just clearing a little space,” he said. “Want you to be comfortable.”
“Thoughtful of you,” she quipped.
“Mm-hm,” he agreed, ignoring the sarcasm. “Now bend over.” He placed his hand on the nape of her neck and guided her down until her chest rested on the smooth wood of his desk. Her bare bottom now presented for punishment, he picked up the implement.
“Have you ever been spanked with a wooden spoon?”
She shook her head. “I’ve never been spanked, period… Well, except by you.”
“Okay. This is going to hurt,” he said, his voice serious. “I want you to suffer your punishment like a good little girl who is learning a lesson. Can you do that for me?”
“I think so,” she said, with a bit of tremor in her voice. Her sass had gone by the wayside, replaced with a healthy amount of fear.
“But, if it gets to hurting too much and you can’t stand it, you tell me. I’ll listen to you, understand?”
“Yes… Daddy,” she added softly.
God, she had no idea what those words did to him. Or maybe she did. Maybe little Lydia wasn’t quite as innocent as she seemed. “Good girl,” he said.
Knowing the bite of wood was new to her, Jackson guessed she would dance around fairly quickly, so he placed a steadying hand on the small of her back. The spoon felt heavy in his hand, and it was large, more like a paddle than a spoon. He flicked his wrist and delivered a sharp swat to her left cheek and then another to her right. Matching round marks appeared immediately.
He proceeded to pepper her entire bottom with cracks from the spoon, which echoed loudly in the room. As predicted, she quickly began to wriggle, dancing on one foot and then the other, yelping with each spank.
“This spanking hurts a little, doesn’t it?” he asked as he continued to spank her firmly.
“It hurts a lot!” she screeched.
He paused the smacks and ran his hand over her warm bottom. “Do you think you’ll remember not to skip meals in the future?”
“Yes, I promise,” she said. “I don’t like this spanking, Daddy.” Her voice broke, and she let out a small sob.
“You’re not supposed to like it.”
“I know, but… It’s hard, being over the desk.” Her voice sounded more sad than contrite, which gave Jackson pause.
“I don’t understand, Lydia. Why is it hard being over the desk? Are you cold?”
“No, I just… I don’t know. I prefer being over your lap,” she said. “It’s easier to take somehow. I can’t explain.”
“I see. I can take you over my lap for the rest of this spanking. You understand that won’t make it any less severe, though.”
“All right then. One sec.” Jackson placed the straight-backed chair in the center of the room like he’d done for her first punishment. Pinching the material of his jeans near his knees, he adjusted for comfort and sat down.
Lydia remained bent over the desk. Jackson admired the view. Her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs blushed crimson. The swollen lips of her pussy peeked out from between her legs, and he imagined dragging his tongue slowly along her slit while grasping her thighs that would shudder with the pleasure he inflicted. He wondered whether he would find her wet and aroused if he dipped his hand between her thighs right then.
He was a man who always maintained control, but seeing Lydia naked and vulnerable threatened to make him lose all sense. She needed a firm hand, but did she want more from him?
“Come over my lap, Lydia. Let’s finish the punishment,” he said, struggling to keep the arousal out of his voice. He needed to maintain authority and to teach the girl a lesson in obedience. That was the whole point of this. Wasn’t it?
Lydia placed her palms on the desk and slowly lifted herself from the desk in an erotic push-up. As she made tiny steps to him, Jackson noticed that she made no attempt to hide her pussy this time, which pleased him. She was stubborn, but she wasn’t immune to training.
Once she was at his side, he gently took her arm and guided her across his knees. Like the first time he spanked her, he marveled over how nice she felt over his lap. He understood why she wanted to be punished over his knee as opposed to over the desk, though she hadn’t been able to articulate it. With him holding her, the punishment was more intimate. It was the right kind of punishment for a daddy to give. Punishment over the desk had been too impersonal, something a schoolmaster might inflict.
He indulged in rubbing her back, offering her the comfort she’d missed out on while being over the desk, and heard her sigh with contentment. He kneaded her punished bottom with his right hand. Small welts had appeared on her flesh that would make sitting uncomfortable for at least a couple of hours.
Though shorter in length, the punishment with the wooden spoon had been more severe than when he’d spanked her with his hand. “I could be wrong, but I think you’ve learned your lesson about skipping meals. I don’t think you need any more punishment for that.”
“You’re not wrong. I’ve learned my lesson,” she assured him. Her voice was a purr. She was enjoying being stroked like a cat.
He ran his hand down one thigh and gently scratched back up it, causing her to moan. Her noises were like music to him, inspiring him to continue touching her. He split her cheeks apart with his thumb and middle finger and examined every inch of her. She moaned with what sounded like aroused humiliation as he continued his exploration of her body.
With a feather-light touch, he grazed her pussy lips, then delved between them, coating his fingers with her honey. His suspicion had been correct. Discovering that she was as aroused as he caused his heartbeat to quicken. She gasped and arched her back, but made no objections to his attention. On the contrary, her reddened thighs parted, giving him further access to her feminine delights.
He fondled her languidly as his cock angrily shoved against his zipper. He shifted, attempting to relieve his manhood, but he would find no real relief that evening. He was not going to fuck her. When he fucked her the first time, it would be done properly, in a bed.
He cleared his throat. “I’m done punishing you for skipping meals, Lydia, but remember I owe you five swats for failing to follow directions.”
She nodded down at the floor, making no attempt to argue.
He gathered a fistful of her thick blonde hair and tugged up her head so he could look her in the eye. “Daddy expects for his directions to be followed. Do you hear me, young lady?”
“Yes!” she cried, her voice nearly breathless.
“You’re getting five very hard swats with the spoon for not listening.”
Her mouth rounded into an O, and fear flashed in her eyes. “But my bottom hurts so much. You spanked me hard already.”
Her fear did nothing to dissuade him, but a wicked thought shot through his mind. “Well, if you don’t want your bottom spanked, you can spread your legs wide for Daddy and I’ll give you five spanks on your wet little pussy.”
He released his grip, and she looked back down at the floor. Her hair fell like a sheet over one side of her face, and Jackson watched as a red-hot blush crept over her cheek and spread to the tip of her ear. The room fell silent but for the ticking of the grandfather clock. The urge to dominate her, to bend her over the desk and sink his cock deep inside of her, was gaining strength.
Very slowly, without saying a word, Lydia spread her legs.
“Naughty girl,” Jackson growled, pleased by her response to his suggestion. He slid his hand around the curve of her bottom and dipped his fingers into her slit once again. She let out a high-pitched gasp and shuddered, her entire body becoming taut with pent-up need. He located her little pleasure bud and swirled his fingers around it before tapping gently on the sensitive skin as she mewled. Jackson pulled back his hand and, with a flick of his wrist, delivered a spank to her plump wet pussy.
Lydia moaned and arched her back before spreading her legs even wider, inviting more punishment on her sex. Jackson was more than happy to oblige. He delivered two more spanks, harder than the first. Her wetness caused loud, sloppy smacking sounds to reach his ears as she cried out in pain and pleasure.
“Two more,” he crooned while stroking away some of the sting. He shifted his leg to push her bottom higher in the air and pulled her thigh to him, exposing her completely and opening her pussy lips. “Let this remind you to listen to your daddy, little girl.” He drew back his hand and spanked her pussy two more times, hard, making sure to catch her aroused and sensitive clit. She arched her back and screamed. Tears came to her eyes and she began to cry again.
“Ow,” she sobbed pitifully. “You hurt my pussy and my bottom so bad, Daddy.”
“Mm-hmm, and Daddy will do it again worse if you don’t behave yourself. Daddy will spank your little bottom hole next time with the handle of the spoon.”
She moaned in response. His punishing hand now gentle, he stroked her bottom and then her swollen little pussy before getting to work on her poor little spanked clitoris. He was going to make her scream again, this time in pleasure.
He bent down to growl softly in her ear. “You’re a naughty girl, Lydia. You should see how you look right now, naked over my knee, your bottom bright red. After I spanked you to tears, here you are shoving your wet little cunt against my hand, so desperate for relief.”
“Oh, my god,” she gasped.
He tapped two fingers against her clit while he hooked his thumb into her tight, wet vagina. He continued to finger her, allowing her gasps and moans to guide his movements. He teased her relentlessly, pulling away at certain times when he’d worked her into a frenzy, and then returning to do it again. Finally, she was learning that he could tease too. But he wouldn’t leave her hanging. She was at the precipice, ready to soar, and he would give her the push she needed. He nipped at her earlobe. “Come for me now, darlin’,” he said softly.
Her tight entrance spasmed around his fingers, and she cried out as her toes curled and her back arched. It was a long orgasm, and he held onto her as she rode the waves of pleasure before finally collapsing heavily over his lap.
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