We’d been in his apartment for about a half hour, catching up with each other, enjoying the light-hearted banter. Then Adam said, “It’s time for our talk.”
The change in tone sent a fiery sensation through my belly. Even though I was glad for the attention, I was unhappy at his insistence on punishing me, especially since Izaak was planning to give me what I’d been looking for lately. “But we’re having so much fun... why ruin it now?”
“We’ve delayed long enough. Care to review what you’re in trouble for?”
“Not really.”
He scooted me off his lap and stood me in front of him, glancing up with his piercing blue-gray eyes. I tried to back away, but he pulled me back by my belt loop and landed a sharp swat on my bottom.
“I don’t wanna do this…” I mumbled. “Can’t we hang out instead?”
Instead of answering me, Adam unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding them and my panties to the floor, leaving me standing in front of him, completely bare from the waist down. I blushed so hard that my face was probably the same color as my hair. When I tried to cover myself, he ordered me to put my hands on my head. “You asked for discipline. There’s no backing out of it now. Tell me all you’ve done wrong since I last spanked you.”
“Really? That was forever ago,” I said with an attitude, immediately regretting it and biting my lower lip.
“I’m waiting.”
I looked away, listing my misdeeds, then a million excuses. My boyfriend knew that I never wanted to be punished, even if I was aware I’d deserved it… but at that moment something didn’t feel right. “Babe...” I gulped as he eased me over his lap. I gripped the couch cushion and looked back at him. “Please don’t go too hard on me...” My lower lip quivered pathetically and eyes swam in genuine tears, threatening to spill down my cheeks at any moment.
“After all you’ve gotten away with these last few weeks? I don’t think so. You’re going to get exactly what you’ve earned, young lady.” Adam landed a sharp smack on my bottom, taking me slightly by surprise, so my sad face was interrupted by my ouch! face. “I’m not letting you off easy.” He delivered another swat, and another, gaining a rhythm. The spanking was slow and steady, but his hand was heavy. Each SMACK to my bare skin echoed through the apartment, and I felt the fire light up on my backside. After only a few seconds, I was squirming and kicking, trying my hardest to keep at least an ounce of pride, knowing it wouldn’t take long for me to give up.
“Adammmm... I think, OW, that’s e-enough!” I whined.
He stopped for a second and grabbed my ponytail, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He wore the same expression as Gabe did with Violet, one thing I love(d?) about Adam… most people gave in to me too easily. “I disagree,” he said with a hidden smirk, totally oblivious to my aching heart. My hair was released, and he resumed the spanking, a little harder now, and more focused on my sit spots. It went on foreverrrrrrr, and he just kept spanking, slow, steady, and heavy...
The punishment halted, and Adam grabbed my ear, roughly helping me off of his lap. “Get the wooden hairbrush from the bathroom and bring it to me.”
Now my (still genuine!) tears were more out of frustration. Ugh! I hate being ordered around! I reached for my pants, but he stopped me.
“Take those off,” he ordered.
“Why are you so bossy?” I demanded to know with a light foot stomp.
Adam raised his eyebrows and before I knew it, he had a hold on my wrist and was pulling me back over his lap.
“Wait...! I didn’t mean that...”
It was too late, though. Now the swats weren’t slow and steady, but instead quick and stingy — focused on the sit spots and really painful!
“Ow ow ow ow ow!!”
“Are you going to obey?” he asked firmly.
“Yes, fine, I will!”
He didn’t like my tone and kept spanking, this time a little harder.
“I mean, yes Sir, I’m ready to be a good girl!” I shrieked, kicking my feet, crying even harder now.
He gave me a final two swats and stopped, leaning back so that I could get up and fetch his stupid wooden hairbrush. It took me a minute to regain my composure, and I considered completely stopping the punishment and just leaving. Or telling him how I was really feeling. But I didn’t want to start a conflict. He was in such Dom mode, clearly enjoying himself. So I did as told... I kicked my jeans off and trudged towards the bathroom, glancing at my red bottom as I looked for the hairbrush. Ouch... it was so red and puffy. I couldn’t help but try to rub the sting out a bit.
I finally found the brush and held it in my hands. The handle was smooth and heavy. It was going to come down pretty hard against my bottom. I can’t believe I wanted this… I took one last look at my aching backside and heard Adam becoming impatient, so scampered back to the sofa.
He took the brush from my hands and used it to point at me as he lectured: “You’re old enough to behave more appropriately. Following today, you’ll be more responsible at work. Got it?”
My stomach dropped as I thought about Gabe and Toby and the paperwork I was neglecting while hanging out with Adam, who clearly only wanted me around to spank whenever he wanted. But I nodded, unable to take my eyes off the hairbrush. I felt his grip on my arm, and then I lost my balance, practically falling back into position. Everything happened in slow motion. I ignored his request to hold my hand, instead squeezing onto the couch cushions and burying my head.
“I’m going to spank you with the hairbrush for one minute without stopping. And I want you to remember this next time you think about getting into trouble.”
I closed my eyes and told myself to stay calm, even though now my cries were heavier than earlier… almost sobs. The first blow caused me to cry out and reach back, not having expected it to sting so much.
Adam took my hand in his now, rubbing my fingers, still oblivious. Then landed the next swats.
“Owwwwww!!” I shrieked, receiving another and another — a flurry of firecrackers on my bottom that felt like it would never end! I was kicking and squirming, and Adam struggled to keep me in position, pinning my wrist against my lower back.
“We’re halfway finished,” he said in a voice that was a mixture of cruel and kind.
“Noooo!” I cried. “No more!”
He kept hammering down the hairbrush, determined to make the experience memorable. And by this time, I was bawling.
“Please! Please... I’m sorry...”
He gave only a few more swats before dropping the brush and loosening his grip. I was so relieved that I just cried more, exhaling so my body was limp over his lap. He rested a hand on my burning left thigh, rubbing up and down to ease some of the sting. We stayed like that for a few minutes so I could regain my composure, at which point I looked back at him.
“You okay?” he asked. “Was that what you needed?”
I was confused that he asked me now, after already giving me a much harsher punishment than I’d expected. But I nodded, not prepared to speak. It was what I’d been looking for… but also it wasn’t. But how could I explain that? Was I supposed to give him a play-by-play on how to notice the subtle differences in when I playfully don’t want a spanking versus actually don’t want it?
As my cries died down, his fingertips brushed against my hot bottom and later explored other areas. How confusing. I was so wet…
Adam lifted me from his lap, wrapping me in a hug, but then bringing me in for a vanilla-y kiss. I wasn’t into it at all, so only accepted a little before sliding off his lap. “Can you order lunch? Japanese?”
“Of course,” he answered, a bit surprised as he shifted in his seat.
When he reached for his phone, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and breathe for a minute. Do I like this? My body certainly seemed to think so. The heat radiated from my freshly spanked bottom to… other areas. The only person I could think of was Gabe, though. I wished it’d been him…
I returned from the bathroom and Adam had finished ordering, leading me to his bedroom with a suggestion of what we could do while waiting. Even though I’m not really into vanilla sex much, I gave my boyfriend what he wanted, faking pleasure and all.
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