Page 45 of Daddy's Lesson

“You messed that up pretty quickly,” I remarked as she tossed the robe onto a nearby chair. “Are you sure you weren’t testing me?”

“No, Sir, I wasn’t. I just… was expecting yes or no questions.”

“I see. Well, there won’t be too many of those, so I suggest you acclimate quickly or you’ll be very sore before our exercise is over. Bend over and touch your toes.”

The over-the-shoulder look she shot at me suggested she wasn’t amused with my instruction, but she quickly obeyed.

“You’re getting six,” I reminded her, tapping the thin cane against her stretched, exposed sit spots. “Count them and say ‘Sir’ after each one. So, One Sir, Two, Sir, and so on and so forth. Do you understand?” I knew she did; she wasn’t an idiot, and my instructions were simple ones, but I asked anyway because I was testing her.

“Yes, Sir.” Thankfully, she remembered my title and passed the first test.

Seeing her bent over in front of me like that, even in her pajama set, made me harden, and I suddenly wanted to say ‘forget the roleplay’ and take her to bed. But I’d chosen roleplay for a reason; as a way to get her out of her own head.

“Count them,” I reminded her, seconds before I let the cane fly through the air to land across its intended target.

Her reaction was immediate and expected. She hissed, swore, and jumped up, clutching her bottom with both hands as she glared at me over her shoulder. “W-what was that?”

“The cane,” I reminded her. “And, you forgot to count, so get back into position please. That one doesn’t count.”

Her jaw dropped and I could see she was considering arguing with me.

“The only way you are getting out of this is to safeword,” I gently reminded her.

Her gaze shuttered, and she inhaled, exhaled, then nodded before getting back into position.

“Starting again.” I didn’t hold back or lessen the amount of strength I used, and soon a thin red line appeared across the tops of her sit spot.

“Ahhhh!” she shrieked, stomping her feet as she danced in place, while still bent at the waist. “I… I do not like that.”

“I can see that,” I said with a grin, having way too much fun. “Unfortunately, you forgot to count, so we have to start over.”

“Shit! Noooo!” Her panicked wail was the cutest thing, making her sound much younger than her fifty-one years, proving that age was just a number.

“The correct answer is ‘Yes, Daddy’,” I reminded her gently, tapping the cane against the exposed tops of her thighs.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered softly.

“Okay, now, let’s try this again, shall we?”

She whimpered again, but didn’t protest as she braced herself, and I let the cane fly, leaving a nearly identical stripe just below the first.

“One, Sir!” she whined, her knees trembling beneath her, making her sway where she stood.

“Good girl,” I purred, pausing only long enough to praise her before letting the cane fly again.

“Two, Sir!” Her voice was more of a squeak this time, but she didn’t forget the title or the count, and she stayed in position, so we were making progress.

“This is your first foray into funishment.” I kept my voice low, tapping the tip of the cane lightly against her lower thighs. “How are you liking it so far?”

“I don’t know what that word means, but I think my bottom prefers I don’t answer that… Sir!” She grinned up at me from between her legs, her face flushed, her curls fanned wildly out in all directions.

I rubbed my hand over my jaw to hide my smirk, and laid down the cane again, watching as a third red line popped up just below the first two.

“Three, Sir!”

“Very good. God, you look sexy with my marks on your ass.”

Before she could respond I brought the cane down again, ready to get the scene over with and move onto the fun stuff. My cock was rock-hard and ready for her.

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