Lanae had been behaving badly all day. Although she knew Andrew was annoyed, she couldn't seem to stop. She wasn't sure she wanted to. They had spent the afternoon at the market place and although it had been a nice autumn day, Lanae had complained throughout. She had ignored his glances and subtle warnings. The drive home had been made in silence. Andrew always became quiet when provoked and Lanae wondered how much more he could take.
It was during dinner that Andrew had reprimanded the blonde haired beauty for the final time. Lanae ignored his ominous tone and with blue eyes flashing, slammed her glass to the table. The glass shattered on impact, spilling the contents. Lanae was yet to realize the gravity of her mistake as she watched the dark red liquid run from the table's edge.
Andrew rose. Two strides took him to the side of Lanae's chair. Strong hands grabbed a length of the long hair that fell freely past her shoulders. He firmly pulled the slender girl from her seat and dragged her towards the bedroom. Lanae squealed as she scrambled after him. She tried to keep pace with his long strides, anything to lessen the pulling on her hair. At the bed, he released his grip of her silken locks and sat. Lanae immediately fell to her knees and bowed her head. She had been goading him for a reaction all day and it had finally come. She knew what she had to do now, and she was prepared to submit to her fate. She kissed his boots before standing to his right.
"Speak," Andrew ordered.
"I'm sorry, sir," Lanae began, "I have acted like a brat all day."
"And?" Andrew's voice was still harsh.
"Thank you for the punishment I am about to receive. Through discipline, I will learn to behave." Lanae had said these words in the past, but she feared she might have pushed him too far this time. Andrew was normally a very quiet and patient man. But Lanae knew, he was very firm in his discipline.
"Very well. Assume your position."
Lanae laid her slim body over Andrew's knee and awaited the punishment she knew she deserved. Andrew raised the tight fitted black skirt to expose her bare bottom. Lanae blushed slightly. Andrew never allowed her to wear panties. Her body was to be available to him at all times. She could picture her ass cheeks spread full across his lap, exposed to his view. She shivered unconsciously while she waited for the touch of his large hand.
With no words or hesitation, the spanking began. Normally this would only be a warm up to things to come, but tonight it felt unusually hard. His strong hand rained down on her pliant buttocks. Lanae tried to relax between each blow and quell her voice that threatened to escape. Her breath labored. Andrew continued to land firm smacks on her now tender bottom.
Andrew pinned Lanae's trim waist under one big hand. His other reached for the black paddle brush which he set on Lanae's reddened backside. "You will receive twenty hard swats with the brush. I want you to count off each one as it is delivered. And remember, pet, if you don't, that stroke won't count. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Lanae answered with dread, falling into her own thoughts. The paddle brush, with its stinging swipes, was always difficult for her. She had a tendency to lose herself in the pain and would forget to count. Tonight was no exception. Lanae counted off twenty-seven before the spanking with the brush was through.