“I suppose you should punish me,” she said with a giant sigh.
“I think I should too.” Max stood. He cupped Charlotte’s chin with his hand and tilted it up. He had a determined, set look on his face that was very stern. She recognized that expression. It was the same look he wore when he ordered her over his lap the last time. It made her feel calm, in a way. His resolve allowed her to obey without feeling the need to argue, since she knew it would be useless to do so anyway.
“This will be a real punishment, Charlotte, not a few smacks. I told you I wouldn’t be lenient if I had to spank you again for safety reasons, and I don’t intend to be. Finish your breakfast, then join me on the sofa.”
“Yes, sir,” she said as she felt a nervous flop in her tummy.
She bit into her toast as he strode to the living room. She didn’t feel the least bit hungry anymore, but she ate anyway. She knew she would do well to finish a meal, and she also wanted to delay the punishment. When the food was gone from her plate, she slowly washed the dish in the basin until she heard Max’s voice call out to her.
“That can wait. Come here, Charlotte.”
She sighed and walked to where Max sat in the middle of the sofa. When she reached him, he said simply, “Skirts up and over my lap.”
Charlotte did as instructed. Her face flamed as she positioned herself over his legs. Regardless of whether she felt she deserved it, it was terribly embarrassing. Max hugged her body to his and rubbed her bottom a couple times, like he was getting a feel for his target. The thinness of the drawers felt obvious then, since they did little to diminish the way his touch felt on her body.
Without further delay, Max inflicted two hard swats, one on each cheek, and she yelped. The following swats were moderate and without pause, much different from how her original spanking had felt. At first she thought it wouldn’t be too bad, since his hand wasn’t striking as hard as it had the first time. However, Charlotte felt the sting growing after a minute, and she whimpered.
“How long are you going to spank me, Max?” she asked, feeling more worried with every swat that followed the previous without slowing.
“Until I believe you’ve learned your lesson, young lady.” His swats fell harder and more briskly after her question, making it apparent he didn’t appreciate her asking. Charlotte squirmed.
“What lesson are you learning right now?” he asked.
Charlotte winced, and her mind raced to find the right answer in the midst of her discomfort. “That I’m not to keep secrets from you.”
“That’s right, at least not any that could affect your safety. What else?” Max lowered his punishing hand and connected it with her thighs, which were also only thinly covered by her drawers.
She yelped at a particularly hard smack and suddenly felt angry. She hadn’t known it would hurt so much, or she never would have said she deserved it. “Stop, Max! I insist that you stop this right now.”
Max stopped abruptly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief was quickly replaced by dismay when she felt the ribbon of her drawers loosen and a breeze of cool air brush her bare bottom and thighs as he slid the material to her ankles. She froze as he bared her. The confusion over how she felt rendered her speechless. She had never been exposed in such a way to a man, and she felt both aroused and embarrassed. Tears welled up in her eyes as his hand cracked down with renewed vigor. A short time later, she shrieked at the intensity of the heat his hand was igniting on her bared skin and frantically reached back to protect her tender seat, while doing everything in her power to remain still over his thighs. She didn’t want to move in such a way that would reveal to his eyes the aroused area between her legs.
Max caught her wrist and anchored it against her waist without slowing the swats. “You don’t get to decide when your spanking ends, Charlotte, and you also don’t get to speak to me in angry, demanding tones during discipline. Now is the time to be contrite and accepting of your well-deserved punishment. Any other attitude will make it worse for you.”
She felt angrier with every swat. “I can’t believe you would force me to endure a spanking without my drawers. It’s humiliating, and it hurts terribly.” She said the last words in a self-pitying whimper.
Max paused again and ran his hand over her bottom to her thigh, where it settled lightly. How his hand felt so gentle one moment and so hard the next kept Charlotte bewildered and on high alert. She was aware of his every touch and movement, and every time he spoke, the deep timbre of his voice made her heart pound.