The woman forced out the number, her thanks and the apology. The second blow targeted the peaks of her backside; the third the gentle curve on the underside of her bottom. Hildy was limp and sobbing pathetically when he finished.
“Did you learn your lesson, Miss Hildy? I’m a teacher, I could come give you another one.”
“I learned my lesson. I’m sorry, Mr. Bryon,” she cried into her hands, unmoving across his thighs.
Kristina was frozen in place, fighting back anger and disgust with Bryon. But when he picked the woman up and held her in his arms, rocking and soothing her like a little child, all Kristina’s anger melted away. She could see his face; he was sincere in his desire to ease the pain he had brought upon her. Pride welled in Kristina’s heart as Hildy wrapped her arms around Bryon’s thick neck and leaned her head into his shoulder, accepting his comfort. All was forgiven and it showed.
Chapter Seven
After handing Hildy back to her uncle/husband, Bryon stretched out his hand for Kristina. “Now, let’s take care of our business, young lady. Why are you crying? I haven’t touched you yet.”
“I’m scared! You’re so big and I saw what you did to poor Hildy.” Kristina sobbed, reluctantly following him as he walked up the staircase.
“Hildy got much more than you will, my darling. Plus, she has some calluses built up after years of being spanked. She also did not use her safe word.”
“What's that?”
“At parties like this, when one Top is given permission to discipline, the subs have a safe word they can invoke to release them. Hildy always wears the clue.”
“Poodle?”
“Yes. She didn’t call it, which meant she either felt she deserved what she got or it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered you. Here’s a good room. Go on in.”
Kristina trembled as he closed and locked the door behind him. He had chosen the library. Bryon noticed her looking around in confusion. “I chose this room because it will provide you with some privacy from prying ears. It’s virtually sound proof with all the bookshelves and books. Plus, it’s carpeted and the chair is all the way on the other side, away from the door. Wasn’t I considerate?”
“Yes.” Kristina whispered.
Bryon took her hand and led her to the cleared off desk. He easily lifted her by the waist and sat her down on the desk’s edge to speak with her. “It’s not too late to change your mind about dating me. Just say the word and we’re friends.”
“I really like you. I’m just so scared.”
“You will never receive anything more than you can handle. From either myself or Rob.”
“Rob? Oh no…. not him.”
“He’s my brother, which will make him your uncle. You will have an auntie, too. Make your decision. It’s now or never.”
Kristina looked into his warm brown eyes and slowly nodded. Bryon leaned forward, locking her lips onto his and covering her mouth with the sweetest embrace she could imagine. The man sure knew how to kiss a girl! Her heart pounded when he finally released her and she caught her breath as he sat down in the armless, leather chair.
“Over my lap, Krissy. Papa needs to teach you a little lesson about obedience.”
Silently, Kristina obeyed, blushing as she realized she could not get into the desired position without assistance because of his size. He rested his hand on top of the skirt, smoothing it out and feeling the shape of her chubby little round bottom under his hand.
“Because you have never been really spanked before, I will allow you a warm up this time. There will be no clenching and certainly no scratching, biting or kicking me. That is an instant strapping. Are you comfortable?”
“You’re kidding me, right? You feel like a bumpy table.” Kristina asked as she wiggled helplessly.
Bryon chuckled, running his huge hand over her curves. “So I’ve been told. Now, why are we here?”
“Because I disobeyed you.” Kristina said, realizing she was starting to feel a little tingle between her legs. Ok, she had lots of champagne, otherwise, why would she be feeling frisky?
“What did you do, Krissy? Tell Papa.” Bryon ordered, working on bringing her into the role.
“I drank alcohol and I swore in the restaurant.”
“Yes, you did. Even after you were told not to. That was very naughty of you, wasn't it, little girl?”
“Yes.”
“Answer me correctly, Kristina. You are to respect your elders.”
“Yes… Papa.”
“Good girl. Very good.” Bryon continued to stroke her bottom. Kristina started to feel a growing wetness that she prayed would not seep to Bryon’s slacks. “What else did you do that was very naughty of you?”
“I wandered off without you, Papa. I shouldn’t have listened to Hildy. You told me to stay close.” Kristina whimpered, feeling her years start to slip away as he patted her backside over her skirt.
“That’s right. You’ll mind me next time, won’t you, baby?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I worried you.”
“I am too. Now, we have a rule. Once your spanking is done, you’re forgiven. There are times when you might have to stand in the corner or be grounded, but you will always know you are forgiven, ok?”
“Yes, Papa.” The words were coming more naturally now.
“Please don’t disobey me again. This saddens me,” Bryon said, raising his hand over her bottom and landing it sharply over the material. Kristina jumped, more with surprise. It stung, but it was not dreadful. Bryon whacked her skirt-covered bottom five more times and then reached for the hem.
“This skirt is going up. You’re taking your punishment very well so far, Krissy. Papa is proud of you.”
Kristina felt a surge of pride in those words. Not bad for someone with no experience, huh?
“OOOWW!” she yelped as his hand fell across her panty-clad backside. She reached to protect her bottom from the next blow.
“No, no. There is no reaching back. You can grab the chair legs or my ankles, otherwise, I’ll have to hold your hand down. That makes me unhappy and I tend to smack harder when I’m unhappy.”
“But it HURTS!” Kristina whined.
“It’s supposed to hurt, honey. A bottom that doesn’t feel the sting for a little while wouldn’t be an effective deterrent, would it?” Bryon sounded sympathetic as he spoke; however, the feel of his hand as it impacted four more times over her panties spoke volumes. Tears were dripping endlessly from her eyes as she broke into a loud sob.
“Please, Papa, stop!” Krissy, the little girl, cried, “I’ll be good for you! I’ll listen. I proooomise.”
“I know you will sweetheart, but you still have to pay the price for your bad behavior. What kind of Papa would I be if I let you off without fulfilling my promise to discipline you?”
“A really, really nice one.”
Bryon suddenly broke into loud laughter with a very confused young lady still lying face down across his lap.
“I don’t think this is funny, Bry….Papa.” Kristina sniffed painfully.
“I’m sorry. I just recently heard the same exact words coming from my little Cassie. Ok, you have only six more. I’m being very lenient this time. I hope you appreciate it.”
Kristina said nothing as he slowly peeled her thin, satin panties from her bright pink globes. Bryon grinned happily. She had the perfect little bubble butt and he could not wait to see it jiggle for him!
“I hope YOU appreciate what you’re looking at.” Kristina commented crankily, her embarrassment heightened as she realized he was just staring at her naked, red back end and everything else between her legs. The comment was out of her mouth before she realized her mistake. Here she was, face down across this giant of a man’s lap, bare bottom raised high and pinned in place with no means of escape.
Bryon tsked, laying his hand across her naked flesh, feeling the lovely heat rising from her stinging knolls. He also grinned, admiring the soft puffy pale lips peeking out between her exquisite, spankable ch
eeks. Yes, she was wet!
“I can’t believe you sassed me, young lady! That calls for an extra four. Because you were so rude, I won’t even take my time so you can enjoy it. Bad, bad Krissy.”
Kristina panted through her tears as he began his rampage against her tender cheeks. The ten spanks fell fast, furious and impeccably aimed so that she would feel this spanking for the next day or two when she sat. Never before had she felt so much pain; she was certain she would die.
Then it was over.
Without a sound, Bryon lifted her and nestled her into a sitting position on his lap. His arms surrounded her like bands of iron and he hummed quietly, rocking her gently as she wept. He started to whisper words of comfort into her ear, kissing her wet face and neck, rubbing her arms with the same hand that had delivered so much hurt.
Kristina slumped in his hold as the pain gave way to something else. Something clean and fulfilling. It paved the journey to forgiveness and, with that, unconditional love. Despite her tears and the searing ache to her back end, Kristina felt safe and content for the first time in her life. She reached up to kiss him deeply.
Bryon knew that he had found her at last; his very own little girl.
* * *
“Cass? Come sit with me,” Rob ordered, patting the place next to him on the couch. Cassie obeyed, still not saying much to him. “Are you upset with me?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.” He turned off the TV and leaned against the back of the couch, studying her expression. She had that cross look plastered across her face, the one that she had perfected over the years. Normally, it bothered him, but today she looked cute. “Talk to me.”
“No.”
“Now you’re just being stubborn. Are you mad at Bryon?”
“He said I won’t be allowed to stay home by myself anymore or do anything I like to do, like cook. It’s not fair.”
“It’s for your own good, honey doll. You’re slipping back into that ugly little pre-spanking attitude and we don’t like it. Do you know why this is happening?”
“No.”
“Cass, I’m trying to be patient. You know that isn’t one of my strongest suits, so help me out here. Are you feeling neglected or left out?”
“No.”
“Alright, enough of the ‘tude. Answer me and answer correctly, or I will show you what a sore backside really feels like. What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been smarting off, defiant, rude, and temperamental. You deny feeling sick or PMSing. Talk to me.”
“Will you accept an ‘I don’t know’ as an answer?” Cassie asked seriously.
“Yes, if that’s the truth. Just know we are here for you to talk to when you figure it out. We all want you to be happy.”
“I want you to be happy too, but what if you get tired of me being, well, me? Bryon’s already looking for someone else to play with.”
“I get it, you’re jealous. Do you think he’s looking because he’s tired of having you as his little girl?”
“Yes. You will too. Just watch.”
“I really should just paddle you until you come around. It’s BS, my love. He wants what you and I have and he deserves it. A little girl who he can also love as an adult. You do know how much I love you, right?”
“Yes, Robby. I love you too.”
“I know you do. Just the fact you put up with my bullshit tells me that.”
“I’d be ok if Bryon wanted to have sex with me if that helped.”
“He wants to, believe me. It won’t change the fact that he wants his own little girl, though.”
“I don’t want him to love her more than me.”
“That’s not going to happen, hon. Come here, you little imp, and give Robby some sugar.”
“Are we allowed to kiss? Daddy says I can’t do any big girl things anymore.”
“When Daddy isn’t home and it’s just us, there are times I want to have my big girl in my arms. If you want to play with Bryon and try some things, go ahead. I don’t want you to feel you don’t have any choices.”
“Can I try you and Bryon at the same time?” Cassie asked timidly, her curiosity raised.
“We would love that. Absolutely. Maybe for your birthday present. Now, how about if you and I go take a bubble bath and then play a little.”
“Are you going to make me take a special shower?” Cassie asked cautiously.
“If I told you ‘yes’, would you refuse me?”
Cassie stared at the floor, shaking her head. Rob pulled her to her feet and led her upstairs to their bedroom.
“Go into the bathroom and kneel over the edge of the tub, Cassie.” Rob ordered, producing the dreaded enema bag. Suppressing a moan, Cassie obeyed, kneeling on the wide step stool that Rob had made for her to help her get in and out of the high backed, old-fashioned bath. She was still in her pajamas and could feel the cool porcelain of the tub through the material.
Rob prepared the bag and hung it on the hook next to the tub. He kissed the back of her neck before slowly pulling the Tweetie pants away, exposing her perfect, heart shaped bottom. Her top also found its way to the floor leaving her completely naked as she bent over the tub’s smooth edge. Rob’s lips traveled down her back and over both cheeks, and to the backs of her thighs, nipping her gently with his teeth every now and then.
“We’re going to have a special night, baby. A very special night. How’s this feel?” he whispered into her ear, slowly pressing a lubed finger against her tight rosebud and slipping it in to the first knuckle. Cassie moaned, feeling a sudden flood of juices pour from her pussy.
“Oh, Rob….”
“More, huh? We will, I promise. Let’s make you comfortable. Spread your thighs some more and lean over the tub… there you go.” He urged, bringing her bottom high into the air, exposing her glistening womanhood and equally wanting, bottom hole.
“This will be mine tonight,” Rob announced, gently inserting the tube into her tight sphincter.
She held her breath, feeling him pump the inflation bulb to the maximum. “It’s so tight!” she gulped, divided between the intimate pleasure and embarrassing sense of fullness.
“Relax, I’ll go very slow tonight. I want you to hold this for a while.”
With that, he began to unhurriedly empty the bag. Cassie squirmed, the hot water and Castile soap immediately cramping her tummy. Rob ran the tub, with extra bubbles, and then returned to stroking the inside of Cassie’s thighs.
“How does it feel?’
“I hate this. It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just so embarrassing. I’ll never get used to it.”
“You trust me, right?” Rob asked, kissing her cheek and reaching to massage her stomach.
“It’s not about trusting you, it’s about having some dignity.”
“You have no secrets from me. I will know every inch of you, inside and out.” Rob announced, deeply and slowly inserting his finger gently into her damp, unoccupied opening, smiling as her muscles clutched him.
“Please, let me up. It’s getting to be too much.” Cassie begged, sweat starting to form on her forehead.
“When the tub is full. It will be too hot to get into right away, but should be perfect when you are all clean and sweet.”
“Rob! Please! I’m getting nauseous.”
“Very well. Take my hand.”
“You’re going to give me some privacy, aren’t you?” Cassie grimaced, standing carefully and walking to the ‘water closet’.
“Why? You have nothing to hide from me.”
“It’s so humiliating!”
“Yes, but it also proves that I would never laugh or make fun of you. Ready?” he asked, reaching between her legs and gently removing the deflated plug. Cassie groaned, unable to hold back the rushing flood released from her body. She broke into another sweat as the liquid was expelled in sporadic torrents, no longer caring if Rob stood nearby watching her.
As he reached to turn off the water to the tub, Cassie cleaned herself off a
nd tried to stand. Only to sit again for another outpour. “How much did you put in me?” she whimpered, seeing Rob smile.
“Enough. The soap does a good job, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t watch me.” She turned her face from him.
Rob put his hands on his hips. “If I really wanted to embarrass you, I would insist on being the one to clean you up. Would you want that?”
“NO!”
“Then stop whining. You’ll appreciate this later, I promise. I’m going to get some wine. Would you like any?”
“Just water, please.” Cassie grimaced as a third cycle occurred. She glistened with a fine layer of sweat when she was finally able to stand without the need to eliminate. She was leaning with her forehead against the cool wall when Rob returned with their drinks.
“Here, feel better?”
“Yes. Is the bath ready?” Cassie asked, spent from her ordeal and looking hungrily at the bubbles. Rob nodded, helping her in. He stripped down; his large, sculpted frame looming magnificently over the tub.
“You’re beautiful,” Cassie whispered, allowing her eyes to travel the length of his body.
Rob smiled, easing into the tub behind her. “Thank you. I aim to please. In many ways… Lean back, my love,” Rob said, pulling her back into his chest. Already, his cock started to grow as it made contact with her naked buttocks. Little devil, can’t wait, can you? Rob thought as he reached around to caress her firm small breasts, washing her thoroughly and enjoying the feel of the slippery soap against her velvety skin. He sighed, loving how tiny, vulnerable, and soft she felt under his wide, powerful and work-callused hands.
Cassie gently ran her nails along the inside of his spread thighs, closing her eyes as she rested the back of her head under his chin, reveling in his ministrations. His hands missed nothing and his fingers went everywhere. His chest hair tickled her back and she wiggled against him.
“What are you doing, little Miss?”
“That tickles.” Cassie turned to face him, pulling herself onto his lap and straddling his hips. His cock pressed against her belly as she joined her mouth to his. She pulled back to reach for his rigid pole, but was stopped.
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