Matthew rubbed the ruler over the welt he had made, interspersing the rubbing with little light taps. “Good girl,” he praised. “You took that first one well. Five more to go. A bit harder, this time.”
She clenched her bottom tightly, tensing her legs, gripping the edge of the desk with so much force her fingers hurt.
“Relax,” he commanded, rubbing the ruler down the cleft of her bottom, sliding it and the thin material of her knickers between her buttocks. “This one will still be light; I’m trying to ease you into this gently.”
That was light? her inner mind screamed. The line of fire burning across her bottom indicated otherwise, but she kept her lips clamped tightly shut. She would not argue with him. Not when she was in this position, bent over his desk, getting punished.
Three more smacks followed swiftly, so fast they all blended in together and she squirmed, crossing her legs tightly against the ruler’s biting kiss.
“Nuh-uh,” Matthew scolded, tapping her thighs with the ruler. “Get back into position, this isn’t finished yet.”
Letting out her breath, struggling to inhale, she consciously tried to relax the grip she had on the edge of the desk. Her fingers were hurting, she’d been grasping it so tightly. Her legs shook as she slowly eased her ankles apart, stepped each foot sideways, forcing herself to regain the position Matthew had asked for. Tears burned the back of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She was not going to cry. Not here. Not now. Not over a little spanking. She’d save her tears for important things.
“Good girl.” The unexpected praise, spoken in a voice far huskier than normal, almost made her smile. Almost, but not quite.
She flinched as he pressed the length of the ruler against the underside of her bottom, lifting her up on her toes, and his hand in the small of her back pressed her flatter against his desk, causing her to arch her back and push her bottom out. Offering herself for punishment like this made her feel so naughty, and so unlike herself. Cheeky, almost.
“Two more. Proper punishment swats, this time. Are you ready, little girl?”
She didn’t answer, so he grabbed her ponytail in one hand, tugged her head back. “I said, are you ready?” His voice was a husky growl, stern, menacing. But so sexy.
She whimpered, as heat flooded through her.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she stammered. But it was a lie. She wasn’t ready. Not at all. Instead, everything in her wanted to run. Everything in her told her she was crazy, that she shouldn’t be consenting to this, that she should be getting away, as fast as she could. But at the same time, Matthew in daddy-dom mode was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She had to see more of it. Even if it meant more smacks with that evil ruler.
A tiny little part of her was disappointed when Matthew let go of her hair and she dropped her head forward, resting her forehead on the shiny mahogany.
She quivered when he returned his hand to the small of her back, his palm pressed there firmly, his fingers outspread, his large hand comforting. She braced herself.
Smack! The ruler landed with a biting sting and she threw her head back in shock and cried out in pain. This was so much worse than the first four! She rose up on her toes, stamping her feet with quick little steps, in response to the burn.
“Keep still,” Matthew ordered. “Last one.”
This time, the ruler landed on the diagonal, crisscrossing across the stripes that were already there. It was the hardest smack by far and the burn intensified and spread. It felt like she’d sat on a hot stove. She wanted to get up, to run away, but the scalding pain was shocking, keeping her frozen to the spot while her body adjusted.
“Ow! Shit!” she yelped, whimpering, her legs shaking. It was hard to believe a ruler could hurt so much. “Ow, ow, ow!”
Matthew grabbed her ponytail again but when he tugged her head back this time, he wasn’t gentle. “Daddy doesn’t want to hear such filthy words,” he growled in her ear. “Little girls don’t use such coarse language.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” she protested. “But it hurts!”
“It’s meant to, little girl. That’s the whole point of a spanking.”
He tugged her hair even more, pulling her head right back, almost to the point it hurt her neck. “You will be punished for swearing,” he told her. “Daddy cannot kiss a mouth that utters such dirty words.”
In one swift movement he let go of her hair and grasped the top of her underwear, scrunching the sides together in the middle and pulling them up between her cheeks, baring the lower part of her bottom.
She shivered. He pressed the cold wood of the ruler against the underside of her exposed bottom and her heart stilled.
“One more,” he told her firmly. “You need to understand that swearing will not be tolerated. Good little girls don’t swear.”
“I don’t normally!” Jilly protested. “I have a daughter! I hardly ever swear! I didn’t mean to, I promise.”
“Right now, arguing isn’t helping. All you needed to say was ‘sorry, Daddy.’”
“Sorry, Daddy!” she said quickly, her high-pitched tone making her sound young and frightened. And she was frightened, a bit. Especially when he tapped the ruler lightly several times against her bare flesh, sending prickles of fear and anticipation through her.
She held her breath when he lifted the ruler away.
Several seconds passed. She thought maybe he’d changed his mind, and wasn’t giving her another whack after all, but just as she was about to stand up, to push back against his hand that still rested on her lower back, the top of her knickers scrunched
