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Username: Kitkat29
Post Number: 7
Registered: 05-2021
| | Posted on Friday, May 07, 2021 - 07:51 pm: | 
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They’d talked about another 20 minutes when MJ picked up her empty water bottle. “I need to go find the ladies room, I think.”
She looked around, and Liam pointed, “The *little girls’* room,” he teased, “is over there.” He laughed when she stuck her tongue out at him and sauntered off. Liam relaxed where he was, thinking of their conversations - the easy ones and the difficult - and realizing that he’d been having more fun in the past couple of hours than he had in a very long time. And that this may have been the best party he’d been to in ages. He heard a sound beside him, and turned to see MJ sliding back into her chair.
“Welcome back.” Liam turned fully and smiled at her, his expression freezing briefly as he saw the dot now affixed to her shoulder.
“The other one was pretty messed up.’ MJ ducked her head, shyly. “I, umm, I asked for a new one.”
She’d managed to shock him, and it took him a moment to think of what to say. “I think you know, but I want to make sure. Wearing that dot,” he pointed, “means that you’re ready to be spanked. Wearing it, while you and I are together tonight, means that you are willing to accept a spanking if I determine that one is called for.”
“Yes,” she whispered softly, nervously.
“And that, given our previous conversations, it’s probably going to be a punishment spanking.”
“Yes,” she whispered again, even softer.
“Baby girl, I’m only going to ask this one time. Are you certain?”
It was difficult, but MJ managed to look Liam in the eye as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.” There was no hesitancy in her voice.
“You really are amazing,” Liam said softly to her. He let her see his pride in her, smiling when she did, watching her sit up straighter. “Good girl.”
“Do you remember the safeword?”
“Yes Sir. Red.”
“Good girl,” he said again. “If you earn a spanking tonight, it’s going to be punishment. I’d rather not do a spanking at all with you, then have it be a fake scene.” Liam blushed himself as he admitted how much he was drawn to MJ. “Normally, I don’t like safe words during punishment. Not real ones. But, normally, I know the needs and the limits of the person I’m spanking. So, if you earn a spanking from me - and, hey, there’s a chance you won’t -“ he ignored the soft snort of disbelief she let escape - “it’s not going to be pleasant. I expect you to take it as you can. And you *will* use that safe word if it’s more than you can handle. At any time, at any point. I’ll stop, and we’ll talk.”
MJ relaxed back into her chair and grinned at him and nodded. “I like that plan.”
“Good. But now it’s my turn to take a quick break.”
“Oh, well, the *’little boy’s’* room is right over there,” she said, cheekily.
“Brat!” Liam tugged a lock of her hair, laughed and headed to the restroom.
MJ was still chuckling to herself, thinking over the evening. How it was so very different from what she’d thought might happen. And so *very* much better. She also thought about how the party would wind down at some point, and the evening would end. Then she and Liam would go very different ways. That thought was actually sad for her, and she didn’t realize how unhappy her expression was.
“Well now, was someone a naughty little girl? Sitting her all alone, looking so sad?”
Startled, MJ looked up at the tall man smiling down at her. Sure, he was smiling, but MJ didn’t like how it looked. It made her think of how a shark might smile when it came across a tasty meal.
“I - I’m sorry, what?”
“That’s ‘I’m sorry, *Sir*”, the man replied, tapping his name tag. “I’m a Dom, little girl. Be more respectful, unless you’d like to earn a good spanking. Now then, why are you here all alone in the corner? Have you been naughty?”
MJ blinked at him, her brain slow to catch on at first. Then, “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. No, I’m fine. Thank you. I-“
He cut her off. “Tsk tsk. I did remind you about being respectful. You need a trip over my lap.”
“What? No, I’m waiting for someone.” MJ really wasn’t comfortable with this guy, but she didn’t feel threatened. She did want him to go away, so she expanded, “I’m already in conversation with a Dom. He’s just stepped away momentarily. Thank you for your attention, though.”
“My attention? You haven’t experienced enough of my attention yet. I’ve reminded you twice to be respectful to me, and you are stubbornly ignoring that. You’re alone here, and wearing that name tag, you ought to know better. Since I don’t see any other Dom around, that means it’s my job to teach you. You need a trip over my knee, little girl.”
That term, in his voice, and not from Liam had MJ bolting up out of the chair. “I do *not* need any trip, anywhere! And do not call me that!” Her voice trembled in anger, rather than nerves. “I’m trying to be polite. I would like you to leave me alone. I am waiting for someone.”
“Not good enough, *little girl*,” he sneered. “I haven’t heard an apology from you. Nor do I see a repentant attitude. No, your excuses aren’t good enough at all.” He reached for her and MJ slapped his hand away.
They both turned at the dreadfully cold voice, “No, they are not excuses. And yes, they are good enough.” MJ and the man turned to find Liam in a fury. “The girl said ‘no’. That’s plenty enough. But, since you’re not listening to her, I’ll repeat her words: Leave her alone. Now.”
The man’s face turned red, and he pointed to MJ. “She slapped me. That’s unacceptable.”
“You tried to push her into playing. That’s inexcusable.” Liam kept his eyes on the interloper and held his hand out to MJ. “Come here.”
Without hesitation, and trying to stay as far from the boorish man as possible, MJ moved to stand beside Liam, pressing against his chair. “Since you like this area, feel free to have it.” Liam turned and headed toward a slightly more populated section of the room, MJ right beside him.
“Thank you. This distressed damsel is very grateful. Sir.” Deliberately MJ gave Liam the respectful term that she refused to give the fake dom.
“Glad to be of service. A regular knight in shining wheels, hmm?” Gratified to hear her laugh, Liam let the tension slide out of him. “You were handling that beautifully. You were even polite to the jerk. Impressive.”
“Yeah, well. That wasn’t going to last much longer. I am glad you came when you did.”
“Me, too. Unfortunately, I think we lost the only available chair when we gave up our cozy little corner.” Liam looked around. The party now in full swing, all chairs were in use - mostly for spankings. He guided them toward the front of the club, more interested in chatting with MJ than in watching scenes unfold. “Nope, no chairs, kitten. Looks like you’ll have to use my lap if you’re comfortable doing that.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. I’d squish you.” MJ started looking around, positive she’d be able to find a chair if she looked and missing the look of disbelief on Liam’s face. “I mean, have you seen me? I’m the size of a horse.” Looking around for a chair, she also didn’t see his look change into a stern, and slightly angry, expression. He sat there, waiting for her to turn back to him.
As soon as she saw his expression, MJ froze. “What? What happened?”
“What happened?” Liam shook his head. “Do you even know what you said?”
“When?”
“Just now. When I suggested you sit on my lap.”
MJ rewound the conversation through her mind, her eyes going wide as her face paled. Liam nodded at her. “Yeah. And you were doing so good.”
Eyes still wide, MJ shook her head fast. “No, I didn’t mean it!”
“Really? Want to tell me what, exactly, you *did* mean?”
MJ whimpered, unconsciously slipping one hand behind her, protectively covering her bottom. “Liam, please.” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to talk. Blushing, she looked around, noting the people moving about. “Please. It’s different now.”
“Oh. You mean, because now you’re going to be punished when you misbehave? Yeah, I know it’s different. *You*, little girl, should have remembered that before you said such a horrible thing about yourself!” Liam made no attempt to spare her embarrassment while he scolded. “You knew how I felt. And you know exactly what was going to happen if you did it again. You insulted yourself horribly and I’m not going to ignore it.”
MJ looked at him miserably, desperately wanting to argue the point. And wanting to plead for him to lower his voice. Liam crooked a finger at her, calling her to his side. “Come with me, little girl. I’m not going to do this in public.” He turned his chair, glancing only once to make sure she stayed by his side, and went over to one of the volunteers.
“Hey, Adam.”
“Hiya, Li. Didn’t see you earlier. Glad you’re here.” Adam glanced at MJ, recognizing her. “Hey! New girl! You’re with Liam? You couldn’t do better. He’s a great guy.” Adam grinned at her, that grin fading as he took in her expression. “Hang on, are you okay?” Adam looked between the two of them, suddenly serious. “Liam, what’s up?”
Liam smiled softly, recognizing that Adam was checking to make sure that MJ was alright with what was going on. “Is there a private space available? Cat has managed to dig a hole big enough to swallow her. It’s punishment, so I don’t want to do it in public.” Liam heard MJ’s groan, and was satisfied that she was fully embarrassed - something he intended to help drive this lesson home. Recognizing that Adam would probably still worry, he looked at MJ. “Am I wrong, little girl? Would you rather I tan your bottom out here?”
MJ clenched her hands at her stomach, “What? NO! I mean, no, please. I mean -“ She looked to Liam for help, and he took mercy on her, although it probably didn’t feel that way to her. “Kitten, are you agreeing to go with me, knowing that I’m going to spank you, and that it’s going to be for punishment?”
She looked flat out miserable by now, but she nodded. Thinking, correctly, that he wanted an audible response, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.” Staring at the floor, MJ didn’t see the look of relief on Adam’s face, nor see him point Liam in the direction of a closed door.
Before Liam left, Adam gently squeezed MJ’s hand, whispering to her, “I meant what I said. Liam’s a really good guy. You’re safe with him. Sorry you’re in trouble.”
MJ raised her sad eyes to Adams, managing a semblance of a smile. “Thanks. That helps. I think.”
Adam let her go, and she followed Liam into a smallish room that held only a chair and a low bench. Liam gestured her in, following and closing the door. He looked at her and registered that she was headed into a panic. “Go to the corner, baby girl,” he directed, his voice kind but very firm. For once, she didn’t hesitate or argue. instead, MJ practically flew into the far corner, pressed her nose into it and, without being directed to, forced her hands to her sides.
“Good girl. Breathe. Deep and slow. In and out. Breathe.” Liam rolled up behind her, gently rubbing her back, and helping her calm. “It’s going to be alright. Tap your fingers on your legs.” He didn’t know why that helped her, and it made him curious. “It’s going to be alright.”
The combination of his voice, the breathing and her fingers helped enough to restore some of her sassiness. “You say that, but you’re not the one who’s about to get sp-spanked,” she whined.
“Nope, I’m not. But then, I’m not the one who chose to ignore multiple warnings, insult a very lovely and adorable young sub, and tell such a horrid lie about her.”
MJ turned to face him, indignantly insisting, “I didn’t tell any lie! What lie?”
Liam held his hand up, raising one finger and spinning it, “Nose in the corner, little girl.”
“No! I didn’t lie!”
Liam’s eyes flashed and MJ experienced for the first time what she’d only read about. Having it done to her in real life, however, wasn’t nearly as sexy as it had been in her fantasies. Faster than she could imagine, Liam reached out and captured her wrist. One tug, and she was out of the corner. Another, and she was hauled over his always ready lap.
“Wait! No! Liam! I’m sorry! Wait! Please!” MJ babbled anything that would prevent, or at least delay, her very first introduction to being spanked.
Liam left her skirt down, for now. He listened closely to her, but didn’t hear any true panic. Just the fear of a naughty girl facing her comeuppance. “I know you don’t have a lot of experience - practically none, I imagine,” he started swatting her as he spoke, watching her reactions to the hard, heavy blows that peppered her bottom, “but I do think that you probably know better than to tell me ‘no’ when you’re already in trouble.” Aiming lower, he purposefully slapped her sitspot with steady, firm, swats and listened to her gasps and whimpers. “And when you’re supposed to be in the corner, little girl, you don’t come out of that corner on your own say so!” He cracked his hand hard against her bottom.
“I’m sorry!!!”
“Uh huh.” Liam didn’t stop. “And I *know* you remember that you have a rule about obeying me when I tell you to do something.” Finally he paused, but rested his hand on her bottom. “What’s your rule, little girl?”
Panting - mostly from nerves at the moment - , MJ almost waited too long. Being over someone’s lap and being spanked was a little overwhelming. But Liam had done thorough work and her bottom was stinging enough to ensure she didn’t want to make it worse. “I-“ she swallowed, “I may not stall or procrastinate when you give me a direction or ask me a question.” She sniffled. “But I *didn’t*! You said that -“
Liam cut her off. “Yeah, I said something you wanted to argue with. I understand that. But we *are* going to talk about it. On *my* timeline, little girl, not yours. Who is in charge?”
Well that made her pause. “I thought-“
Liam cracked his hand down on her bottom, much harder than he had been, four times. “Who is in charge?”
“OHHhh!!! OWW! You are!”
“Remembering that may be a good idea. You’re in plenty of trouble without adding to it.” Liam stood her up and looked up at her sad little face. “I don’t care if I said something you didn’t like. We’ll talk about it. I won’t spank you without you having your say. But, I told you to do something, you not only didn’t do it, you flat refused to do it, telling me ‘no’. That won’t play, little girl. What’s your rule?”
In a tiny voice, MJ recited, “I may not stall or procrastinate when you give me a direction or ask me a question.”
“And who’s in charge?”
“You are, Sir.”
“Get your cute little nose back in that corner.”
Once again she practically flew into position: nose in the corner, bottom poking out, hands at her sides, and fingers rapidly tapping on her thighs. |
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