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naked beneath him in his bed was a vulnerable position he was showing her new
meanings of the word! God, she was so exposed, with just her bottom half hanging out,
bare as the day she was born. She felt like a six-year-old over her father s lap for being
naughty, and knew that was exactly what he was aiming for.
"I won t have that kind of language used in my house." The first smack landed full on the
crest of her butt WHACK! - making her draw in a deep breath at the pain. She d
forgotten how much a spanking hurt, and he was only too happy to help her remember!
"Do you understand me?" SMACKSLAPWHAP
Elizabeth nodded vehemently, unable to draw enough breath to cry out, much less answer
him verbally. What was his hand made out of? Redwood?
SPANK!WHACK!WHAP!SWAT!
He made short work of reducing a fairly self-confident, strong willed woman to the level
of a recalcitrant first grader in a matter of minutes and fifteen well placed swats to her
beautiful, round bottom cheeks. But he wasn t about to end it there. Out of curiosity, he
delved a finger between her cheeks to see if he could prove his own theory that she was
enjoying this, and got it drenched. She was definitely enjoying it through the tears. The
spanking he gave her was long and thorough. By the time he stopped, she was blubbering
loud promises that she d never swear again, ever. It was music to his ears.
Elizabeth hadn t cried so hard in years and years. Somehow, it almost felt good gave
her an excuse to get all of the stuff out that she tended to bottle up, being as sensitive as
she was. She barely put up a protest when he guided her off his lap and into a corner of
the room. "You stand there and think about how naughty you ve been. I ll be back in a
few minutes." With that juvenile admonishment, he patted her bottom condescendingly
and departed, leaving Elizabeth snuffing back sobs unsuccessfully, standing with her
nose in the corner and her swollen red bottom sticking out into the room. When Brandon
returned, it was with the most comfortable piece of nightwear he could find in her
drawers. It was a warm flannel top and pants that he dressed her in as carefully as if she
were his child, then tucked her under the covers, breaking his own rule about no clothes
in the bed. When he left the room, he turned the heat up deliberately, knowing the
combination of exhaustion and heat would help her sleep.
When Brandon came back upstairs to awaken her, he found the bed empty, and naturally
turned down the hall to her room, finding her huddled under the covers there. He picked
her up in his arms gently, and brought her back to his bed. "When I put you to bed, I
expect you to stay there, Missy," he growled, undressing her before joining her beneath
the covers.
"Yes, Sir." She was definitely still asleep, he grinned, knowing she d never have
addressed him with such deference unless she was not quite with it.
"Do you need another spanking to reinforce that, little girl?" he asked, knowing the
answer.
Elizabeth s eyes flew open and met his. "No, please." Her hands went unconsciously to
her bottom, rubbing the still sore flesh. Brandon loved the way her bottom lip pouted
prettily.
Instead of spanking her, he let his hand claim the juncture of her thighs as he rolled her
onto her back. He couldn t believe how wet she was as he began to tease her little clitty.
"Oh, baby, you re soaking wet." She squirmed in embarrassment, shifting her bottom on
the sheets only once before realizing that she d better stay still, no matter how hard it
was. He d gotten to know her so well in the past few days that her body responded to just
the idea that he was going to touch it. The pleasure was always there, a remembered
flame flickering just below the surface, ready and waiting for him to fire it up again. And
he always did.
Brandon had her moaning helplessly just before her body exploded as easily as he had
reduced her to tears by paddling her bottom hours before. "That s my good girl. Come for
me, Elizabeth, or I ll spank you again. Do as I tell you and come on my fingers." His
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