Page 18 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Very good. This is more me following through with my promise rather than a punishment. I want to leave you with a reminder. Keep up the attitude and I’ll give you a longer spanking at your apartment.”

“I understand what you’re saying. Thank you, Daddy.”

Pierce tugged at the waistband of my jeans.

“These need to be lowered. Do you want me to do it or would you rather do it yourself?”

“It would be much easier if you could unbutton my jeans, Daddy. Please can you do it this time?” The nerves I didn’t think I had earlier came roaring through my body. Anticipation pooledinto excitement in my belly as he lifted me and unbuttoned my jeans, lowering them to my knees.

“You are so beautiful, Charlene. I love the way you melt into me,” he praised softly.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’ll leave your panties on this time. Let’s count the smacks together. You’ll get three on each side.”

Three? Only three?I wondered in my head. That didn’t seem like a lot, but it wasn’t a punishment, I reminded myself. More of an adjustment and reminder than anything else. “Yes, Daddy. I’m ready. Oh! My safe word. You, um, need to know that, don’t you?”

“Very good, starlet. Yes. What’s your safe word?” Pierce kneaded his fingers into either side of my ass as he held me.

“Monster. Like the cheese,” I said confidently.

“Monster?” Pierce cracked up. “You mean muenster cheese, babygirl. Right?”

“It’s pronounced muenster? Oh my gosh! No wonder I never got the right cheese in my platters for opening night. Yes, but even though I know how to say it correctly my safe word is still ‘monster’. Or my brain might change it to muenster,” I babbled as I pictured a monster made of cheese.

“Your cheese monster is your safe word, no matter how you pronounce it. The action stops. Then we talk about what’s bothering you. You also have your colors like a stoplight: red, green, and yellow. Do we need to talk about what each one means?”

“I know how the stop-light system works, Daddy. Thank you for checking. I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” he said, giving my bottom a gentle pat. “Count with me. One.”

“One.” The first smack of the paddle caught me off guard even though I knew it was coming. My right butt cheek stungterribly from the thuddy implement. “Owie! It hurt way more than I thought it would.”

“Breathe, Charlee. Keep counting. Two.”

“Two.” The second one landed in the same spot! Pain lit up my nerves. “Ouch! Ouch!”

“Keep breathing, sweetheart. What color are you?” Pierce asked as he soothed the burn with his palm.

“Yellow. I’m such a wimp,” I said sniffling.

“This paddle is made of oak. Just because you’re at yellow doesn’t mean you lack strength mentally or physically. There are a lot of things at play that can change your pain tolerance. I’m going to try a different spot. Start again. Three.”

“Three.” I winced before the paddle struck the fuller part of my butt on my right. It stung but not quite as much. I wanted to endure more for Pierce, my new Daddy, but I didn’t think I could. “Yuck. It hurts a lot.”

“Color?”

“Yellow.”

“Thank you for being honest with me. We are done with the paddle for now. Let’s see how my hand feels instead. Four.”

“Four.” Pierce shifted focus to my left side and struck the lowest curve of my bottom. Instead of pushing into the feeling that I’d been wanting for so long all I felt was pain. I’d had other spankings before, but combined with the intimate way he was holding me it was too much. Tears broke over my eyes and I cried.

“What color are you, Charlene? Answer Daddy.”

“More than yellow but not red,” I said, sobbing.

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