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Username: Kitkat29
Post Number: 9
Registered: 05-2021
| | Posted on Friday, May 07, 2021 - 07:54 pm: | 
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Liam had warned her - promised her - that this was going to hurt, and he certainly kept his word. She’d planned to be stoic if she managed to get a spanking tonight, but there was no way she could. Liam had her squirming to try to evade that hard hard hand pretty quickly. Some abstract part of her mind recognized that he was, indeed, a well-practiced spanker. Methodically, he covered down her right cheek, then her left, then back again. But he altered his speed and pattern often enough that she couldn’t brace herself for the next swat. So far, he was only painting her bottom an agonizing red. MJ had read about spankings on the thighs, and everything said those were much worse. This was terrible, she did *not* want ‘worse’. MJ’s soft gasps had long since turned to yelps and now she was embarrassed to admit to herself that she had to blink back tears. Then Liam paused, resting a hand on her sore bottom, and she held her breath, hoping it was done.
He lifted his hand, and she braced for another swat. Instead, MJ felt Liam’s fingers in the waistband of her panties, tugging them. “Lift up,” he commanded softly.
“NOOOO, no no not! Please, Sir, please not bare! Please!” Even as she pleaded with him, MJ immediately obeyed, raising her hips to allow Liam to tug her panties to her knees. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“So am I, kitten. I’m sorry your first spanking isn’t a fun one. I’m sorry you think so poorly of yourself. I’m sorry you didn’t exhibit a little more self control. I’m sorry that I’m making you cry. But none of that is going to stop me from finishing your spanking.”
MJ lost her battle with her tears at his soft words, letting them flow down her cheeks to drop into the carpet below her nose. She felt him again lift his hand, and whimpered loudly, yelping out when his hand crashed into the dead center of her bottom. She yelped again when his next swat moved lower to her sit spot. He didn’t soften his blows, and MJ lost another battle - this one with her pride. The last bit of that crumbled as she began saying anything to get some mercy.
“Sirrrr! Please please! I’m so sorry! I’ll behave. I will! I’m sorry! Please! I won’t do it again!”
“Really? Won’t do what again?” How the hell could his voice sound so calm while his hand was setting a fire on her bottom? “Well, little girl?” He never paused the spanking as he questioned her.
MJ’s cries grew more frantic as he spanked on. She struggled to figure out what he was asking and by some grace, she blurted out, “I won’t insult myself! Please please please please! Ohhh, please! It hurttttsss! I won’t say bad things about myself!”
The first dreaded swat to her upper thighs landed painfully, and MJ wailed as she kicked up her legs in defense of that sensitive skin.
“Uh uh! Put them down, little girl.” Liam returned to her bottom, spanking still harder as MJ’s wails ratcheted up in volume and intensity. “Legs. Down. Or are you safe wording?” He didn’t stop spanking, but he did slow down, and soften his blows a little. “I’m not done here. I think you’re not either. But,” Liam watched as MJ’s legs slowly lowered until her toes pushed against the floor, “if you’re telling me it’s too much, I’ll respect that.”
Oh, she wanted to! Every story she read had the naughty girl spanked to tears and to wailing, but MJ had always thought it was the author’s flight of fancy. She was wrong. This was a spanking, and it hurt. Badly. Her bottom was blazing already, Liam had started spanking her thighs - an experience she would very much rather do without, thank you very much - and he said he wasn’t done. Yes, she wanted this to be done and finished and move on to what she hoped would be cuddling and forgiveness.
But, she couldn’t say the word. Using her safe word would certainly end the spanking, and she did want that. But, it would also be cheating. She *wanted* the spanking over, but she wasn’t in any danger and she could certainly take much more. Although Liam was still spanking, she absolutely felt the difference between the harsh blows that he had been using, and the softer, though still painful ones, he was using now. It was MJ’s choice. She knew that, if she used her safe word, Liam would immediately stop and she trusted him that he would still follow through with cuddles. She could stop it right there. But, if she did, this *would* feel like a roleplaying scene. A good one, true, but still a scene. Liam wasn’t spanking her for some made up offense. Although the behavior that earned her this spanking didn’t matter to *her*, it truly did to him. And how *Liam* felt mattered to MJ. She refused to dwell on why just now. It mattered to him. And she was sad that she’d upset him. And, if he wasn’t done, then neither was she.
But it was not easy. MJ knew full well that, if she confirmed she was going ahead with the discipline Liam felt she’d earned, he would return to those horribly painful swats and she had no doubt he was going to spank her thighs. No, this wasn’t going to be easy. But it was going to be right.
MJ turned her head to look at Liam and, in such a sad little voice, asked, “P-please? I know you w-w-want my hands in front of me. But, please, Sir? Couldn’t you hold my h-hand for the r-rest?”
Liam’s look of pure pride in her was almost enough to be worth the spanking. He even stopped spanking a moment, and reached up to gently caress her hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Bring your right arm back, kitten. I’ll hold it against your back.”
Sniffling, MJ brought her arm to her side and Liam gently captured her wrist, bringing her hand up to be captured by his left one and held pressed against the small of her back as he held her steady. He squeezed that hand once, wordlessly reassuring her as he began again his assault on her bottom. His tender words and actions so different from the hard, measured slaps to her thighs - yes, he went right to her thighs - had reassured her that he wouldn’t take this too far. But that didn’t mean she could relax. Those hard blows had her wailing again in seconds.
And now he wanted to talk.
“So.” He didn’t pause as he rained agony down on her. “Why are you here, little girl, getting your cute little bare bottom spanked?”
MJ was already trying to twist to avoid even just one smack, and failing. When she didn’t answer quickly enough, Liam landed a very hard two slaps to her lower thighs, eliciting a howl of pain and sorrow. “Answer me, little girl. Why are you getting spanked?”
“Because I disobeyed you!” she wailed, her tears flowing in a river down her cheeks. “I insulted myself and you told me not to!” Futilely, she tugged at the hand held at her back, wanting to get free and hoping he didn’t let her free. “And-and-and I didn’t obey immediately when you t-told me to do stuff.” Oh, why wouldn’t he just slow down again? Even a little. “And I tr-tried to make decisions for you.”
“Good girl. You got them all. I know insulting yourself is a habit - a bad one. But it’s not good for you. You’ll start believing that crap you say about yourself, and it simply isn’t true!” He landed two sharp smacks to the center of her bottom. “You’re going to be tempted. So remember this, little girl. Remember how it feels to be laying across my lap, getting your bottom good and spanked. When you want to say something negative about yourself, ask yourself if it’s worth *this*.
With that, Liam began a flurry of achingly hard, full-handed blows to her sit spot and upper thighs, causing MJ to wail her apologies without any care to who might be able to hear, and then she just flopped over his lap, sobbing. Liam held her there a moment, gently rubbing her thoroughly spanked bottom, giving her comfort now that the punishment was over. He waited only until she calmed enough to have caught her breath, though. Gently, he helped her to stand and turn, tugging her back to sit on his lap. When her bottom hit his legs, and she cried out, Liam smiled softly to himself and shifted her to rest on her hip. MJ didn’t hesitate. She turned her head into his neck, finishing her crying session there. Liam’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close.
MJ’s sobs became hiccups. Her hiccups became raspy breaths. And then, finally, her breathing steadied. Hesitantly, she slid one hand down to gently touch her bottom. She expected it to be giving off enough heat to cook an egg, and was surprised that it was only warm. Warm or not, it still hurt.
“You have a very hard hand,” she muttered against Liam’s chest. He squeezed her in a gentle hug as he chuckled. “Years of being in a wheelchair, kitten. I’ve developed good callouses.”
For the first time, a thought entered Liam’s head. “That,” he cleared his throat, unexpectedly nervous, “that doesn’t bother you, does it?”
Startled, MJ pulled away to look at him, hissing as her bottom came fully into contact with his legs. “What? That you’re in a wheelchair?” He nodded at her. “Now *you’re* the idiot. Umm, Sir.”
Liam released a started laugh, that laugh growing when he caught sight of MJ’s embarrassed grin. “Fair enough, kitten. You’re right. But don’t get into the habit of calling me names.” He winked at her, causing her to giggle this time.
“No, Liam. It doesn’t bother me. I guess it helped that we spent all that time talking before I even realized you *are* in a chair. I felt like I got to know *you*, not some guy in a wheelchair. Yanno?” Liam nodded, fully understanding that. A lot of people saw him, but they didn’t really *see* him. They saw a wheelchair. And that was it. “Besides,” MJ grinned ruefully, “you have twice as much personality and presence as plenty of guys standing on their feet. Four times as much if they’re the dickwad that tried to get me to ‘play’ with him.”
“Language”, Liam murmured, tapping her nose. “Not that you’re wrong about him.” He tilted his head, looking at her a long moment. “I … I have an idea,” he said, hesitantly. “No pressure. And I mean that. No pressure at all.” He looked at her steadily until she nodded. “I know you came to a party, expecting just that. But, you said you’ll be in the city for a couple of days. Would you like to spend more time together? Hang out together?”
MJ blinked, not at all having expected that, and looked at him. She smiled softly and shyly nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that. But, umm …” her voice faded out, and she looked at his shirt, fiddling with a button on it. “Would we … that is, would … would …” she couldn’t get it out.
“Would I still be in charge?” Liam helped her out, smiling at her bowed head while she nodded. “That’s up to you. Do you want that?”
“I think … “ MJ swallowed. “If it’s not too much trouble, yes please.”
This time, Liam threw his head back in a deep laugh, holding her close to him and kissing her forehead. “God, you’re precious. It’s not at all too much trouble. I’d prefer that, myself.” Liam shrugged, grinning softly at her. “It’s the way I am kitten. I’m a dominant personality. But, you need to be sure, baby girl. If I’m in charge, that means that I will hold you to your rules. I will punish you if you earn it. I’m also equally likely to want you cuddled on my lap - with or without a spanking - whenever I can get that.”
MJ grinned broadly at him, and held out her right hand. “It’s a deal.”
“Deal,” Liam said gravely, shaking her hand before letting his grin out again.
“Oh, btw? Cat’s not my name. I just, I thought I should be someone else while I’m here, you know?”
“Good girl. That’s much safer. So, just who *have* I had the honor of spanking?” There was that blush.
MJ stood up with a wince and held out her hand again, her eyes twinkling. “Michaela Joy O’Neill. MJ to my friends. Nice to meet you, kind Sir.”
Liam again took her hand, his practically dwarfing her tiny one, shook it as he admitted, “William Thomas McConnell. Liam to my friends.”
MJ looked at him, eyes theatrically wide, faking a shocked gasp. “Why Liam!! You didn’t do something that you just said is safe? Tsk tsk tsk! You deserve a spanking, young man!”
Barking out another laugh, Liam tugged on the hand he was still holding, spinning MJ as she fell forward so that she would fall onto, rather than over, his lap. “Yeah, I don’t think so, little girl. That is *definitely* a one-way street with us.”
He grinned as she giggled, gently hugging her again. “Ready to go back out?”
MJ nodded, her eyes twinkling. She stood up, and rubbed her bottom as she did. “Yep. But, umm, I don’t think I want to play. I’ve had enough spanking.”
Liam burst out laughing, and started toward the door. “Uh huh. I’ll remind you that you said that. When you’re over my knee again.” He winked at her, and they went back out to the party. |
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