“The sex isn’t punishment, Charlie. It’s just the deal we agreed on. If you’re being punished, I get orgasms, you don’t until I allow it. But if you don’t want me to fuck you I can always take care of myself while you stay right where you are. I’ll make sure you have a good view,” he said teasingly.
She moaned and shook her head violently. “N-no, I want you, Daddy. I do,” she assured him. “I want…”
He waited but she didn’t finish. “What do you want, Charlie girl? Tell me.” He put just a little snap of an order in the last two words.
“I want you to f-fuck me, please.”
She squirmed against the ropes and he could hear the embarrassment in her voice. There was wanton neediness in there, too. All of this was giving her a slight break, which he thought she needed, and was also letting him suss out her mental state. The fact that she was still chasing orgasms was a good indicator, but he decided to play it out a little more.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, Charlie?”
For a second, she was confused, “Here? Or-or at your house?” she asked tentatively.
He chuckled. “I meant whathole, Charlie. Where do you want to feel Daddy’s cock?”
There was complete silence, and he let it stretch out, waiting. While she worked up the courage to answer that one, he checked her hands, making sure they weren’t too cold and that the ropes weren’t digging in.
“Sam—I mean, Daddy, please don’t make me say it.” The whine was back in her tone proving she wasn’t really broken and was still as stubborn as always.
“But I want you to say it, Charlie. You want to prove to me that you’re going to be a good girl from now on, right? Prove it by doing what I ask.”
She struggled so hard to obey, he could see it in the tense lines of her body and the way she finally slumped again before she answered. “I do want to please you, Daddy. It’s just…it’s embarrassing to say it right now. I don’t know why; I just…I can’t,” she whispered.
Huh, that was a new one on him. Charlie was usually just fine with a little dirty talk; of course this was a new situation to both of them. This wasn’t the bedroom. It wasn’t sex. It was punishment and that changed everything.
“Yes, you can. Obeying isn’t hard, Charlie. You just let go and do what I tell you. Show me that you can mind me,” he said, coaxing her gently.
She groaned, and then mumbled something under her breath that he generously didn’t ask about. There was a long silence and then she blew her breath out in a frustrated gust, probably realizing that she didn’t have much choice, he thought.
“I—want you to take my ass—to fuck me back there.” The words were hesitant, awkward sounding, but he’d accept them.
“Good girl, that’s exactly what I’m going to do then, but first we need to finish up your punishment.” Judging by the miserable sound she made, she was probably hoping that the spanking part was over, but he wasn’t through with her yet.
“The scraper makes a nice paddle, and the belt, well, I love seeing the marks of my belt all over your butt, but I want to add a more personal touch to your first punishment,” he said as he straightened and moved around behind her.
He rested the palm of his hand on her hot rump. She jumped, expecting the spanking to start again, but settled down when nothing bad happened. He took a second to enjoy the sight of the crossing red swatches and began to trace them lightly with his fingertips.
No rubbing, nothing that would ease the sting he’d put so much work into rising. He just couldn’t resist enjoying his efforts for a minute or two. And Charlie wasn’t unappreciative of the soft and gentle touches either. She stopped jerking every time his hand moved and started to make soft little noises of pleasure as he drew his fingernails along the edges of the spots that had welted up.
She acted like she’d forgotten the punishment wasn’t over. When he planted his hand firmly on her lower back and began to use his dominant hand to spank with wide open-handed swings, it took her completely off guard. He’d intended it. He wanted her unprepared for this last part.
Charlie was trying so hard to control their relationship, even while she told him she wantedhimto be in charge. That mixed up mess wasn’t doing either of them any good. He thought maybe some of it was her reaction to him being put in charge of the ranch, and sure, he got that. But there had to be more to it than that because this wasn’t new.
If Charlie wanted him to dominate her, to punish her, then she was going to have to let go of the reins and let him do it. If it wasn’t what she really wanted after all, then by the time they were through that was going to be pretty obvious to her. He’d have been willing to go with either decision in the beginning but now, now he was hoping this was going to be the way they moved forward.
It was only his hand, but years of wrestling stubborn animals and working hard every day had given him a mighty swing. His palm cracked down steadily, planting vibrant red prints all over her ass. For a second each one would stand out vividly before slowly fading into the red canvas of her skin. It was beautiful, and her reactions were arousing.
Despite his intention to treat this as a serious discipline to teach her a lesson, he couldn’t help enjoying the way her ass swung and flexed with every hard swat. He cupped his palm slightly and began to spank the undercurve of her ass cheeks with upward swats that made her cheeks bounce.
Too late he realized that wasn’t really conducive to her holding in the ginger fig and with one vigorous slap it slid out of her and hit the floor with a bounce.
A panicked, “Nooooooooo!!!!” burst from her throat in a dramatic wail as he stopped.
He let her worry in silence as he considered how to deal with it. It was his fault it had been dislodged. The hearty spanks had just jiggled her rump too much for her to keep tensed around the intruder and he should have considered that. But there was something about punishing an adult that was meant to be inherently unfair.
Fairness was a child’s concept, and when it came to reining in an adult brat it didn’t really fit well. Still, it was her first punishment and the small sounds of misery she was making, combined with the jerking and twitching of her sore backside every time he moved, made it clear she was feeling a lot of remorse and ready for it to be over.
Was it enough to get them through this though, he wondered?
