"Have you ever been spanked?"
The question rung through the air. It had been a week since she said she loved me, and she hadn't said it since. I had been spending extra time at work to prepare for one of the company parties that I had to attend, and planned on dragging Juliet along, so that was also the last time we had sex, unless you'd count the times when she would blow me or jerk me off if she saw that the day had tired me out, or if I wanted to wake her up in the morning with my head between her legs. Those thoughts were distracting...
I watched her grow visibly uncomfortable before she nodded.
"Have you ever gotten a spanking?" She knew the difference.
She shrugged. "When I was small."
"Hand me your hairbrush."
Wordlessly, obediently, probably not wanting to provoke me, she picked up the wooden hair brush and handed it to me. We sat on her bed as I idly brushed her hair, which I sometimes liked to do. It probably made her feel more like a child, but I really did love her hair. It cascaded down her shoulders in shining, clean, waves. And she was completely naked.
"Get over my knee." I said.
She tensed. "But what did I do wrong?" She knew how I sometimes liked to punish her for little things, just to punish her. She still thought there was something she could do about that.
"Nothing." I said candidly. "Just bend over."
Eventually I got her to lay right, and I knew she could feel my erection. She was tense and scared, her legs stiff and pressed tightly together. She looked beautiful like this, with her face bright red and her ass up in the air.
When I didn't do anything for too long, I could feel her anticipation start to crack her.
"Was I bad, sir?" She asked.
"This isn't a punishment. Now stop talking or I'll gag you."
I had only gagged her a few times before, and she didn't really mind it, but she didn't like it either, so she stopped.
She was squirming in my lap, making me harder. In a way, it looked like she was presenting her ass to me.
The first hit wasn't that hard, but it was unexpected and she jumped. A little mark was there, turning her creamy skin pink. The second one was harder. A lot harder. It whistled through the air and she yelped when it hit her.
"Aw," I empathized as I rubbed where the skin was changing colors. "Did that hurt?"
I knew how much she hated it when I talked to her like that.
When she relaxed, I spanked her again, this time with my hand.
"Answer when I ask you a question, Juliet. Did that hurt?"
"Yes sir," She said, frustration noted in her voice.
I would switch between using my hand and the hair brush, and sometimes I would massage the flesh a little so it didn't get too bad.
After one particularly hard whack, I put the brush down and rubbed my hands over her until her breathing calmed down. She had her teeth gritted tightly and was trying not to cry. It might have been a bit too hard. But she had a high pain tolerance.
Then, just for the hell of it, I slid my hand down further.
"Holy shit, you're into this." I deadpanned, all stern in my voice gone.
"I am not!" She said immediately.
I rubbed her a bit harder. "Are you positive? It seems like you liked that."
She hopped off of my lap. "No I didn't!" She said defensively.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Defiant, today?" I asked.
She was blushing and awkwardly standing in front of me, self-consciously covering herself. She just shrugged.
I shook my head.
"Unbelievable," I teased. She looked relieved to know I wasn't really upset with her. "Come here," I motioned.
She obeyed and sat on my lap. I held her around the waist and touched our foreheads together.
