Laying herself gingerly over his lap, she gave one small sob once she was settled. He placed his left hand on the middle of her back to steady her, then ran his right hand repeatedly over her buttocks to settle her to his touch. She was tense, and he needed her to relax a little more so this punishment wouldn't end up being more painful than he intended. "We didn't discuss how many swats you think you deserve for what you did, Miss Morgan. So, what would you say is a fair number?"
Her breath coming in small hitches now, she didn't respond right away. He suspected she would go for the minimum of ten. So, she surprised him when she said, "Twenty-five."
"A very good number," he praised, "and I concur. So, twenty-five it is then. Have you anything you wish to say to me before we begin?"
Another small sob, then she said, "I'm truly sorry for lying to you, Kyle. I won't do it again. I promise."
"Yes. Well that is what I am here now to ensure. Correct?" he asked, aware that his voice was huskier than usual, He really didn't like the thought of hurting her, and it bothered him that she had forced his hand like this. Literally.
"Yes, sir," she replied meekly, a sure sign she was feeling very guilty about her actions. She only called him "sir" when she knew she was in serious trouble.
"Good." He continued to just rub her smooth flesh until he felt her relax despite her unease. "This time I want you to count each stroke out loud. Do you think you can do that?"
"I don't know," she admitted with tearful honesty.
"Very well, I can accept that. However, I want you to at least try. As a penalty, if I decide you're simply stalling between calling out the numbers in order to delay your punishment, I may find it necessary for us to start over again from the beginning."
She gave a small gasp, and tensed at that, but he pretended not to notice as he continued his gentle rubbing. When he still didn't begin, he heard her ask, "Kyle?"
"Do you still love me?"
"If I didn't we wouldn't be here now. Do you understand what I mean by that?"
"Good. Now I want you to take a deep breath and try to relax a little more. You're doing very well, and I'm proud of you for accepting this with so little fuss. I know it's not easy. Now take another deep breath for me, Tiff." She obeyed. "Good. Now, relax and give me all your weight. I can hold you, so don't worry about being too heavy for me." She took another deep breath and he felt her body grow limp." "Very good." Then he raised his hand and brought it down hard.
M/F, Sexy spankings in rural Connecticut.