Page 6 of Taming His Brat

He knew exactly what she was hoping for, she could tell by the way the amusement vanished and he sat up straight, patting his leg for her to come and lay across his lap.

“Let’s get this over with then.”

She didn’t bother to pull up her pants. Instead, she kicked them off, along with her panties, and walked over to him in just the t-shirt. She stopped right in front of him, hesitating. There was always that moment just before punishment when she wondered why she wanted to live like this. A flash ofAre you out of your mind? You don’t really want this. would go through her head.

It never lasted, just a few moments of panic when she realized she was about to be spanked. It was always followed by a moment of clarity. She knew exactly why she wanted, needed, this life. It wasn’t because she couldn’t manage herself like any adult. It wasn’t because she was too immature to get things done. It was because submitting to him unlocked things deep inside and set them free.

Being spanked uncaged her emotions. She needed the catharsis the pain brought. But it wasn’t only that. It was Sam. He took her to places she couldn’t go on her own. Everything about the way he dominated her made her feel alive. Her body trembled just thinking about his hands all over her.

Those rough, workingman hands that caressed her skin and brought pleasure when she behaved. When she was a bad girl, they brought a searing burn that made her regret displeasing him. But it was the way he held her, like she was the most precious thing in his life, like she was his sole focus, that she loved the most.

The rules and structure were good for her, she thought. Sam kept her from slacking off on things she’d rather not deal with and she liked that. It wasuseful, but their relationship was about more than that. He gave the orders; she followed them… or chose not to. Both choices brought them close with an intensity that took her breath away.

The moment passed and with it the panic. She lowered herself across his knees and stretched out with her hands flat on the floor. They wouldn’t stay there, but for now she was the perfect picture of an obedient little girl about to be punished.

The spanking didn’t begin immediately. He rubbed her bare cheeks, slowly at first and then briskly like he was preparing her skin for what was coming. When the first slap came it was almost anticlimactic, only the faintest sting which vanished quickly. It was little more than a pat.

It surprised her. He didn’t usually do warm-ups when she was in trouble. She almost looked back over her shoulder to see what was going on, but then his hand came down again, just a little harder. “So, this problem you had with getting the unpacking done… was it because you’re still having doubts about our relationship, Charlie?”

Now she understood why he was starting slow. He wanted to talk. A fast flurry of smacks didn’t tend to be conducive to thinking so that made sense. But for once she could give him the answer he wanted. “No, no Daddy. No doubts about us. I promise.”

“You sure?” His fingers lightly stroked across her skin, trailing along the seam of her ass. “No worrying that this won’t work out? Nothing like that?”

She twisted, looking back over her shoulder so he could see her face. “No Daddy. Actually, things have been going … good. Better than I expected.”

Tension she hadn’t realized he was holding drained from him. She could see his shoulders softening and the lines in his forehead smoothed out. “So, this was just the usual avoiding things you don’t want to do?”

“Yes Daddy… um mostly it was indecision. I was having trouble deciding what I needed for the next few months we’re here. There’s not exactly a ton of extra room and I know you don’t like the clutter, so I was waffling on decisions.” It really was that simple. No deep emotional secrets this time. Just her not wanting to decide.

“Good. Then let’s just make sure you have good motivation to figure things out faster next time,” he said. He timed his hand to come down just as he said the last word.

She was watching, so she knew it was coming but it landed hard and she couldn’t help but jump. “Ow! It doesn’t have to be so hard,” she said, whining.

“Yeah, it does.” There was no more slow build. His hand began to fall fast, and every time it came down with a fierce sting. By the tenth smack she was wiggling and kicking her legs.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I tried to get it done before you came home. I only needed a few more minutes.” Her tone was frantic, and her voice rose in pitch as the barrage of spanks continued to cover every inch of her ass with blotches of heat and pain. Her thighs weren’t exempt either. As soon as she started to kick her legs up, he turned his attention there. He slapped the meaty part of her upper legs a few times in a row until her feet hit the floor and stayed there.

As soon as they went down, he resumed spanking her ass. It was a clear warning, and she got the point. Her hands had left the floor; one was now wrapped around his ankle and the other was swingingly uselessly in the air… but she was careful not to try to block the crisp smacks that rained down.

This was punishment and she wasn’t supposed to like it, she reminded herself as it got increasingly harder to stay still. Knowing that logically didn’t do a damn thing to help deal with all the searing handprints he was landing across her backside though.

She wasn’t anywhere near tears, there wasn’t enough emotion involved to call them up this time. That didn’t stop her from making plenty of noise. She’d learned early on that it was better not to be stoic. It wasn’t just because Sam would take it as a sign that she needed extra. It was also better for her emotional state.

Every few spanks a yelp, or some variation of ‘Ow, that hurts!’ would burst from her. She could get exceedingly dramatic and loud at times, and every time he spanked her, she felt a surge of gratitude that there was no one within hearing distance.

She could let herself be loud without worrying anyone would hear because there was no one around for miles. It seemed to help her get through it. She could have held it all back, covered her mouth, and taken the spanking quietly, but what would be the point of that. Muffling her reactions just tended to make her shut down. It was as if refusing to express the pain made it harder to connect to it.

Not with the physical pain. She couldn’t have avoided feeling that if she tried. But whenever she stubbornly refused to be vocal, she had trouble feeling all the emotions she was supposed to feel during a spanking. Afterwards, instead of the catharsis and then that state of blissful emptiness… she just ended up feeling frustrated.

It wasn’t very flattering, but the only way she could describe it was like being a clogged sink. She needed all the emotions to pour through her, otherwise she got stuck and everything just sat there. For her being stuck meant she tended to antagonize Sam until he punished her again, harder.

It was better just to yelp and howl the first time—and she did a lot of it as he peppered her rump for a good five minutes. It seemed like far longer, and she kept checking to make sure the old clicking clock on the wall hadn’t stopped.

There was a prickle of tears at the back of her eyes, but none had escaped. It wasn’t a surprise. Tears tended to come when she actually felt bad about what she’d done. Sometimes she could get there from pain alone, but it usually had to be a much longer spanking.

There was a pulse in the center of each sore cheek to prove it had been a thorough spanking even if it hadn’t lasted too long. Her thighs were stinging too, and she knew if she looked in the mirror, she’d see a whole lot of red blotches coating her skin.

It took her a few seconds, once he stopped, to be sure the spanking was over. She relaxed then, letting her body go boneless as she sprawled across his thighs. This was the part she liked. After the spanking, when everything was still fiery and hot, but she could stop trying to anticipate the next smack and just lie there and let her mind drift.

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