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"You want me to sit on your lap?" Natasha tried, even though her gut was screaming at her that wasn't what he meant.
He smirked. "Try again."
"W-well, what else would you..." Natasha paused when Silas chuckled at her. "What's so funny?" she asked indignantly.
"You," Silas replied, tugging her forward. "I said this was punishment. Didn't I?"
"Yes, but, you can't mean…" Natasha's eyes widened, her voice bordering on horrified.
Yet, for all her spluttering, Natasha wasn't horrified. If anything, she was more surprised and intrigued. Definitely intrigued. The thought of going over Silas' knee for her punishment was a development she hadn't considered, although she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her until this moment. It hadn't crossed her mind when he'd called himself Daddy and certainly not when he'd begun referring to her as his little girl. How had it not at least been a thought? Biting her lip, Natasha considered Silas for another moment before she swallowed hard.
"Okay, I-I just… Okay. I'll do it." She had been caught off guard by his request, but she was willing to entertain it if it meant they continued to explore the new dynamic developing between them.
"Good girl." Silas beamed at her. His smile warmed her down to her toes, prompting her to take another step toward him. She was unsure of what to do and looked to him for guidance. Silas helped her by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her forward against his knees until she was forced to finally give in and fall forward against his thighs, one of her hands braced against the soft suede material of the couch.
Once Natasha had settled across his thighs, she turned her head to the side slightly to look at him. "Now what?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Silas rubbed one hand against her backside before he looped his fingers into the waistband of her track pants and pulled them down just below her ass. His fingers flexed minutely when they came to rest against the curve of her ass, his calloused fingers warm against her skin where her leotard ended.
Silas tilted his head, meeting her inquiring look. "You know what, little doll."
Natasha pouted. "How many?" she asked quietly.
"Just eight," Silas replied, his hand stroking her skin lightly.
"Is it going to hurt?" Natasha whispered, her hands gripping onto the soft material of his pants. She was trying to wrap her mind around what she was about to do, or rather what was about to be done to her. What she wanted to do with a man she had never spoken to before today. The last twelve hours of her life had seemingly progressed at the speed of light.
"Not much," Silas replied, sitting up straighter. "I'm not like that."
"Good." Natasha closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against Silas' thigh. "I, ah, I'm ready."
Silas rubbed one hand along the length of Natasha's spine, while the other continued to lightly trail over her ass. She swallowed hard when Silas took in a steadying breath.
"You were disobedient," he said.
"Yes," Natasha replied, eyes still closed.
"You bit Daddy in public. You didn't listen to Daddy when he told you to behave," Silas told her, his voice different now—stern, a shade deeper than before, with authority humming through each syllable. "You talked to a bad man, little girl."
Natasha bit her lip, thoughts flashing to James, but she remained quiet.
"When Daddy tells you something, it's to keep you safe. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ah," Natasha took a quick breath in. "Daddy," she added before turning her face into the safety of his thigh. "Yes, Daddy," she said again, her voice muffled.
"Good. Daddy doesn't like doing this to his little girl. He wants her safe." There was a pause before Silas' hand came down across her ass. Natasha gave a little yelp.
The next smack had her squirming in his lap. He wasn't spanking her hard, and the spanks didn't hurt her; at least, not yet.
It was shocking to be spanked at her age, or even at all, as Natasha's family had never raised a hand to her. Although, to be fair, she had always fallen in line and met expectations. Natasha leaned forward, trying to pull away from the third strike of his hand that had shifted to the side just slightly from where he'd previously hit her.
The hand in the middle of her back pushed down lightly. "Keep trying to get away, and I'll add two more."
Natasha held her breath and tensed her body, but she quickly realized that was the wrong tactic when the fourth smack came down with slightly more force than the previous three. She hissed from the sting of Silas' big hand on her ass and only lasted another spank before she shifted to the side, palms pushing on his thighs.
"That's two more," Silas told her, his voice all business, and Natasha let out a plaintive moan. "Don't whine to me, little girl," he said, his hand smacking against her flesh once more. "I warned you."
"I've never been spanked before," Natasha spit out, fighting to stay still.
