“Welcome home.” I smile when he walks through the door and pull the bathrobe I’m wearing tight around my body.
“Hey.” He exhales sharply and closes the door.
“Is something wrong?” I tilt my head slightly as I walk toward him.
“I had an interesting day at the office.” He shakes his head. “We should talk about it.”
“I don’t want to talk.” I look up at him and grin. “There’s something else I want to do a whole lot more.”
I pull the tie that is holding my bathrobe in place and give him a glimpse of what I’m wearing under it. His eyes open wide at the sight of my outfit—one that is damn close to what I wore every time I took the stage at Max’s club.
“Damn.” He puts a hand on the fold of my bathrobe and takes a closer look.
“Are you sure you want to talk right now?” I slide part of the bathrobe off my shoulder and let it cascade down my body.
“We really should…” A gasp echoes in his throat.
“We could talk later.” My grin gets a little more devious. “I was a very bad girl today while you were at work, and my behavior needs to be addressed immediately. Don’t you think so, Daddy?”
Bram lets his hand slowly slide along the fold of the bathrobe, and it falls to the floor at my feet. If Bram had something to talk to me about, it fades away in the heat of the moment. Nothing that happens at the office can be that important anyway—not for us, at least. I would normally be happy to let him vent, but I can think of something else that will take his mind off the office.
Something that should’ve happened last night, before my emotional moment ruined everything.
“Yes.” Bram finally seems to let go of whatever it is he wants to talk about. “Your naughty behavior definitely needs to be addressed…”
Bram’s lips find mine. He kisses me tenderly at first, and then it becomes more forceful. His tongue begins to ravage my mouth as we make our way to the stairs and rapidly ascend them.
I don’t feel the need to bring the fire out of him like I did last night. It’s a different kind of desire, a more sensual form of excitement. The need to be punished isn’t there, and I’m not tangled up in my own emotions. I’m free to explore the fantasy without being afraid of having it come crashing down around me.
“Am I going to get a spanking, Daddy?” I gasp as we enter the bedroom and move toward the bed.
“That depends.” His hand moves down to squeeze my ass through my tartan skirt. “Just how naughty have you been today?”
“Naughty enough to know I’d be in trouble when my daddy got home.” I lean closer. “Does that answer your question?”
“I think it does.” He takes a seat on the bed, and I’m across his knee in an instant. Exactly where I want to be.
I feel the same sense of excitement I felt the last time I was in this position. Just thinking about the spanking was enough to make my pussy wet before he walked through the door. Now I’m practically dripping. The emotional connection is completely different; it’s filling me with a sense of exhilaration instead of pulling me into the abyss of my past.
“Let’s see if this will teach you to behave while I’m at work.” Bram folds my tartan skirt at the waist, which exposes my panties, and then I feel his hand come down on my them.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! They’re firmer than the ones I got yesterday. Hard enough to feel the sting through my panties.
“I’m just a very bad girl, Daddy…” I let out a little whimper and move my ass against his hand.
“You’re going to be a very sorry girl when I get done with you.” Bram’s tone gets rougher, and I feel his hand again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I squirm on his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Was your behavior so bad today that these need to come down?” He grabs the waistband of my panties.
“I’m afraid so, Daddy,” I whimper and nod.
“That’s what I figured.” He slides my panties down with one quick motion.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
There’s no malice. It’s enough to make my ass sting more than it did when my panties were up, but a lot less than his big, powerful hands are capable of delivering.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I don’t think this spanking is going to do much to deter your naughty behavior.” Bram lets his hand rest on my ass.
“Why is that, Daddy?” I look over my shoulder at him.
“Because of how wet you are…” He slides his hand down the curve of my ass, and I feel his finger against my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I moan, and a sensation of pleasure shoots through my body.
“This is just getting you excited, it isn’t?” He moves his finger away, and his hand comes crashing down on my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes!” I moan louder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Bram squeezes my ass when the last one lands, and his finger rubs against my clit. He’s right. I don’t have the emotional pull toward punishment that I had last night. All I feel is excitement and desire flooding my veins—just like it flooded my panties before he pulled them down. I don’t want him to spank me anymore. I need something else a whole lot more.
“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” I push myself up and kiss Bram. “I promise.”
Bram finishes undressing me in a flurry while I pop buttons and threads on his
