Page 19 of Natasha
Silas laughed. "Now that sounds like a lie." Two more slaps of his hand, on alternating cheeks of her backside, had her ass more than feeling like it was on fire. It seemed like Silas was increasing the force with each swing of his hand. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the thought. She had three more to get through, and she'd be damned if she would give him reason to add on any more than he already had. Taking a deep breath, Natasha forced her body to go slack over Silas' lap, and he let out a rumble of approval.
"Good girl. I'm so proud of you," he crooned warmly to her.
Natasha's insides flip-flopped at the tone of his voice. The next spank was the hardest of all, and she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, desperate for pressure. Like a light switch being flipped in her, Natasha was aroused and needy. The next slap of his palm against her ass had her letting out a little moan.
"That's it, sweetie. Being so good for Daddy. One more." Silas paused, rubbing a hand gently against Natasha's now overly sensitive skin, and she gasped, pushing her body against his with a frustrated groan. "I know, baby. One more. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," Natasha whispered.
"Such a good girl," Silas whispered back, then a second later, the last smack landed. Natasha sucked in a deep breath. It had packed a punch, and she knew it was meant to serve as a reminder to her to not misbehave again, but now that she'd had her first spanking, she found herself wondering what it would take to get Silas to take her over his knee again.
Natasha shifted on her bed. Her ass felt hot and tingly all over from the spanking she had just received. With a stifled groan, she flopped back onto her stomach where Silas had deposited her just a few moments before. Once he'd finished spanking her, Silas had carried her upstairs, not listening to her protestations that she could walk just fine on her own.
"Shhhh. Shhh," he had murmured to quiet her, lips moving against her temple.
Natasha had fallen silent and relaxed into the big man. It was comforting to be carried, and she'd almost started to slip into a light doze by the time Silas reached her bedroom. He had placed her gently on the bed after pulling the covers back, murmuring, "I'll be right back, princess."
She'd heard him moving around in the bathroom and stared expectantly at the door, waiting for his return. It felt like all of her nerves were wide awake. Natasha looked over at the alarm clock on her bedside table and almost laughed when she saw the time was nearly four in the morning. How was she going to get to sleep when she felt electrified? When Silas re-entered the room, Natasha was lost in her thoughts about lack of sleep. When he finally sat beside her on the bed, she jerked with a little start.
"Oh!" She shook her head and smoothed her hands over the bedspread, wishing she'd thought to pull it over herself. As it was, she was still in her leotard with her just spanked bottom exposed.
Silas gave her a lopsided smile. "Hey." He reached forward and smoothed a hand through her hair. "How you feelin'?"
"Good," Natasha replied, but then she sighed. "I just, well...different?"
"Different can be good."
She smiled, her cheek against a pillow. "I know. I've just never felt like this before."
"Do you feel relaxed?" Silas asked, a crease on his forehead as his eyes swept over her prone form. He put a hand on her back and started to lightly rub circles on her shoulders.
Natasha kicked a foot to the side and nodded. "Extremely. I almost fell asleep when you carried me up here, but now it's like my mind won't be quiet." She nodded to where his fingers were massaging her. "That feels amazing, though."
"Good; it was...supposed to relax you, at the very least."
"That all?" Natasha asked, tone teasing.
"That, and let you know there are consequences," Silas replied, lowering his hands and gently massaging her ass with strong fingers.
Natasha moaned at the feel of his hands. "That feels amazing. Please don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby girl." Silas' hands kept moving. His touch sated the still tingling nerves of her flesh. Natasha hadn't known how to explain how much she'd needed to be touched, but his hands on her were like water in the desert, and she whimpered in pleasure, soaking every last drop up. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when Silas stopped touching her, but she felt calmer, more grounded. She smiled gratefully up at him.
"Thank you," Natasha said after they'd stared at each other for a long beat of silence.
Silas leaned close to press a kiss against her cheek. "You're welcome. I'm going to get you something to eat. Water, too." He rose from the bed, but Natasha made a grab for him.
"Don't go," she said, sitting up with a frown.
"I'll be right back." Silas paused at the door, and when she tried to get up and follow him, he shook his head at her. "You stay in that bed, little girl, or I'll put you right back over my knee for round two. Do you understand?"
Natasha's mouth snapped closed. She sank back into her bed with a barely concealed glare at Silas.
"Go ahead and give me that look." Silas shrugged at her, walking toward her door. "I don't care, s'long as you listen, baby girl."
Natasha rolled her eyes and pulled a pillow to her chest. "Daddies are bossy," she muttered quietly so that Silas couldn't hear.
