Defying him resulted in punishment, and although they were rare, he didn’t hold back when they were required. Tonight would be no different. She’d defied his order, and then, during the recitation of what she’d done, she purposefully changed what his order had been. Lying was never tolerated. In his mind, trust was the focal part of their relationship. If you couldn’t trust what someone said or did, then the foundation of that relationship was crumbling.

  He needed to bring her to tears, possibly sobbing, before paddling her for lying. A good lecture usually did the job, thus requiring less swats of the unforgiving oak.

  “You remembered exactly what I had ordered you, didn’t you?” He raised one eyebrow at her.

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  He leaned forward again, clasping a thigh in each hand. Her spicy scent filling his nostrils. Christ! He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now. “Why did you lie?”

  “I…I—” She rubbed her thighs together, bouncing a little on her knees, her breasts wobbling. “I was hoping you didn’t remember exactly, and maybe I wouldn’t get spanked so hard. I don’t want a spanking.”

  “Nobody wants a punishment spanking. Women like you wish for spankings and even think they may want a punishment spanking, but when the rubber hits the road, it hurts—a lot. Doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So instead of just taking what you deserve, admitting your mistake like an adult, you chose to lie and hoped to deceive me. Does that sound mature? Like how a grown woman acts? Or more like a little girl—a very bad little girl?”

  Instead of remorse, he saw anger. Her teeth gritted, the tic in her jaw pronounced. It would be a long night at this rate.

  He slapped her outer thigh several times until she was dancing in place, trying to interfere with her hands. “Move your hands, now!”

  She quickly put them back on her head, doing her best to stand still, keening loudly.

  “You know better than to become angry when it’s your fault that your little ass is in this sling. And then to put your hands in danger. I could’ve hurt a finger if you’d interfered at the wrong time.”

  She nodded her head silently, the tears tracking down her face.

  “You hate it when someone says you’re acting like a little girl, but that’s exactly what you did tonight by lying about your misbehavior. You know better.” He shook his head, becoming very dramatic, wanting her to feel the weight of her actions. “I’m so disappointed. You know better.”

  She choked on a sob, her nose scrunching up and turning red with her cries.

  “How will I trust your word? Did you think about that? That the next time you tell me something, I’ll sit and wonder if you’re being truthful or fibbing again. I’ll wonder if you will decide that defending a friend takes more importance over my wishes and desire. You didn’t think about any of that, did you?”

  “N-no, Sir. I only…I was worried about my spanking.”

  He nodded at her solemnly. “You said that. We’ll let the paddle do its work. I’m thinking it will be a very long while before you lie to me again.” With his palm facing the floor, he brushed his finger toward her. “Back up a bit.”

  She backed up three to four feet.

  “Turn around.” Once she had her pink, freshly swatted thigh and backside facing him, he said, “I want you to think about how embarrassing it was for you to ignore Emerson’ text—for you, me, and Emerson. How embarrassing it was for me as your Dom to have to explain to this man that his girlfriend was here—after he had already texted you. How humiliating it was to watch you explain to him that you ignored it—to see the embarrassment on his face, unsure of how to respond to such an admission. I suppose being a priest has prepared him for uncomfortable confessions, but it was…awful.”

  He swatted her backside, watching each cheek wobble with the jarring blows of his hand. The skin turning from a pale pink to an angry magenta.

  “I want you to bend over pulling your cheeks apart.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “Now?”

  “If you stall for even one more second, I swear I’ll take my belt off.”

  Her head swung around and she bent over so quickly it was a wonder she didn’t wrench her back.

  “That’s right. Widen your stance; I want to see your little hole. That’s a way. Now push back, open your hole like you would for a plug, and don’t let it close for too long or I’ll punish it.”

  “Oh! Would you?” Her voice shook, laced with concern.

  “Absolutely. Don’t push me, girl. I’m at my limit for defiance.”

  She whined, low and long, but kept her little pucker open, the muscle winking open and closed.

  “Jesus. Stay just like that. Christ, I may jerk off to this—you have no idea how fucking hot you look like this, girl.” He pulled his fully engorged cock from his pants, stroking the length of it, sliding the pre-come over the broad head.

  “Are you embarrassed?”

  “Yes.” She sobbed, her tears puddling on the floor in front of her. She sniffed loudly, her nose running with all her tears.

  “Your little dusky pucker is winking, girl. Keep it open. I want you open and exposed. Such a bad girl. Who knew that my girl could be so defiant? Now she’ standing here like the naughty woman, her hot dripping cunt exposed and her little hole open hungrily and wanting my cock to fill it.”

  Her hips thrust, the lips of her sex coated with her cream. She loved dirty talk. He knew it was cruel to leave her exposed like this and talk dirty, but he wanted the lesson to be memorable. This? Yeah, this would be memorable all right.

  “What would your friend say if she could see you with your ass and thighs spanked a bright pink with your little asshole winking and your cunt ready to drip its honey to the floor? What would she think to see you as a freshly spanked bad girl? Do you feel silly getting spanked as a grown woman?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. And I do feel stupid.”

  “You stay still. I have something for you.” He walked to the bedroom, and knowing exactly which drawer he needed, he extracted his surprise for the naughty girl. Opening the baggie, he spit on the pointed head before walking back to Anna. He pressed the pad of his thumb up against the tight whorl, the pucker flexing under him. His cock bobbed, anxious to fill the void. Not yet.

  He pressed the head up to the opening. “I’m putting some ginger in your bottom, girl. This has been sitting for a bit in a baggie, so I’ll warn you, this will sting quite a bit, but you’re to stay as still as you can. I don’t want you jumping or dancing around. You may whine or cry, and I’ll even allow you to dance in place, but I’ll not tolerate dramatics. You asked for this, so dry your tears and handle it like a grown woman—a woman who knows she deserves every bit of this.”

  As he was talking, he’d been pushing the ginger into her channel until it popped into place, the muscles tightening at the neck he’d carved just before the flange. “Is it burning?”

  “Yes!” She let go of her cheeks, squeezing them tightly together before yelling, “Oh my God!’

  “You’ve been through enough figgings to know that clenching makes it much worse. You’d be better to keep your cheeks spread as I had required.”

  “I…I want this out. It’s…oh God, it burns so fucking bad.”

  “Hey! No swearing. You know the rules.”

  “But Chelsea swears! I…okay, I won’t…can we take this out? I’ll be good.” She danced up on her toes.

  He loved this. It was good to be in charge, watching his woman struggle under his thumb, and instead of being angry and frustrated like his vanilla friend that she’d embarrassed him in front of another guy, he would be paddling her ass after he’d watched her with a piece of fig in her little asshole. Life was good.

  “Stay bent over…that’s right, spread those cheeks. Tell me why you were a bad girl today.” He lazily stroked his cock, and he swore he could feel those hot spanked cheeks rubbing on his penis.

  “I…I wanted Chelsea to feel like I was…Ohhhhhh, it burns…like I was on her side and I didn’t want her to be mad that he’d texted me…Please, can we take it out?”

  “No. So you wanted me to be mad instead?”

  “Nooooo. I didn’t mean that.”

  “But that’s what happened, right?”

  She couldn’t hold still, but to her credit, she stayed bent over and didn’t move from her spot. Such a good girl. “Yessss!” She whined pitifully, still holding her cheeks apart.

  “What happens to bad girls who don’t listen?”

  “Do I have to say?”

  He was glad she couldn’t see him; he smiled at the adorable question, running his hand over his mouth to rid himself of the smile before responding. “Yes, you do. Spit it out.”

  “They get spanked.”

  “Let’s get this spanking over with before we deal with the lying. Come over here.”

  She stood up ever so slowly, turning at a sloth’s pace, and walked with a mincing gait toward him, desperately keeping her cheeks spread wide.

  He placed her so she was straddling his one knee, her upper body on the arm of his recliner chair. Her damp, hot pussy felt warm—even through his pants. He ran his hand over the pouch of her sex, her sticky arousal coating his palm. So responsive.

  His cock twitched, his balls aching with his own arousal. “Move your hands. Hide them under your body and keep them out of the way.”

  “Aren’t…aren’t we taking that ginger out?” The incredulity in her voice almost had him laughing out loud.

  “No, we aren’t. The ginger will keep you from clenching, and if you do clench, the sting will be so intense you’ll do everything you can to prevent it again.”

  He held her tightly to his body, her backside trembling in anticipation. She loved the idea of being disciplined, but when it came down to the wire and she was tossed over his knee, anxiety and dread overcame her. She always admitted later that she was glad he didn’t cave to her uncertainties because she trusted him to do what was necessary.

  This was a punishment—not something for fun or even a maintenance—so it started fast and hard. He rained down crisp, sharp slaps to her bottom, leaving red, angry handprints in his wake. His hand was large enough that it covered almost the whole of her backside, and in this position, she was unable to kick both legs, his right leg covering her left one, so she wiggled and swung the one leg out but overall, she found no satisfaction or relief from it. Straddling his knee in this manner, even though she more than likely wanted to clench, the position did afford her the luxury of some relief, which was a favor considering the effect it would have had on her anus with the ripe ginger encased in her little pucker.

  It didn’t take long for her sighs and moans to turn to cries and shrieks of pain. She bounced and writhed over his leg, his cock dripping with need. Her ass wobbled and shook with every blow, and the skin quickly turned an angry red.

  Pausing, his hand stinging, he rubbed her swollen flesh. “Do you feel like a bad girl?”

  “Yes!” She sobbed pitifully, her hands wiping at her tears.

  “How silly you look. A grown woman with a spanked hind-end for misbehaving in such a way to her husband—just outright defiance. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He clucked his tongue loudly. “How does it feel to be lying over my lap with a spanked bare bottom like a naughty girl?”

  Gustaaf knew that the humiliation of being spanked was usually enough to bring her to tears, but him describing her bottom and treating her as a naughty girl did the trick—and had the added benefit of fueling her sexual fire later when she thought about it, fantasizing and masturbating to it. He loved nothing more than listening to her fantasies while she brought herself off days later.

  “I do feel silly…and very naughty. I’m sorry.”

  “I believe you. Let’s finish your spanking so we can move on to your lying.”

  “Oh no!” She dropped her head to the cushion of the chair, tucking her hands into her chest, her body stiffening.

  He waited patiently, not wanting to start until she relaxed, easing some of the tension in her body first. Once her back relaxed, he dropped his leg a bit, giving him better access to her thighs while she was in the straddle position over his knee. Not wasting another minute, he proceeded to spank her thighs and sit spots harshly. He painted every spot, marching up and down the area until there wasn’t a spot from the top of her ass to mid thigh that wasn’t an angry red.

  He quickly stopped, rubbing her back and bottom, cooing to her. “You did it, girl. This part is over. You’re my good girl again, and I know you won’t do something like this again because you’re such a good girl.”

  Her bottom was sore, but there would be no lasting effects from this spanking and her skin would return to normal in a limited time. She’d be sore from it for an hour, maybe two, but no more than that. And this was just what he wanted. He now had to punish her for lying with the paddle. Part of him dreaded it, but he also knew that it was just as necessary, if not more, than the previous spanking. This was a matter of trust. He needed to be able to trust her word.

  Running his hand through her hair, he raked his fingers through it, massaging her scalp gently, speaking unintelligible murmurs to her, waiting for his girl to regain composure. And when she pulled in a shaky, deep breath, he knew she’d relaxed enough to continue.

  Patting her sore rump, he helped her to stand before him. Her silky blouse was now disheveled and wrinkled, the hem landing just above her mound, framing the soft, unshaven pouch. Unable to resist, he inserted a finger between the lips, her honey coating him, and the hard little clit, easily found with the pad of his finger. Pulling it out, he licked the sweet juice, cleaning his finger completely.

  Gustaaf looked up at her. “Go get your lying paddle.”

  She couldn’t believe her ears. How could he possibly mean to punish her more? Anna’s ass felt so swollen she wasn’t sure she could even walk normal, and the damn ginger was still inserted, stinging the fuck out of her asshole. She wasn’t sure she was angry or devastated.

  “I…but you already did spank me. I can’t do more.”

  “Oh, you’ll do more, girl. You can’t lie to me and get away with it. You tried to manipulate the truth and the situation.” Gustaaf nodded his head at her solemnly. “I know you’re sore, and you don’t think you can do any more, but I’m telling you that this won’t be many and it won’t be long, but you will be punished with the lying paddle. Now, go get it before I do, and trust me, you do not want me to get it.”

  It didn’t take any more convincing than that. She quickly walked to the kitchen, pulling the oak paddle from above the refrigerator. It actually was a small breadboard from a restaurant. Gustaaf had told her that he’d read about a husband who had taken one to use on his wife, and finding the idea one worth mimicking, he’d called the local manager and asked if he’d be able to purchase one—even a used one.

  And since that day, it had a resting place in her kitchen as a constant reminder of what happens when you lie to Gustaaf. The breadboard itself didn’t seem big, but it covered almost the entirety of her backside and was probably the thickness of a wooden hairbrush.

  She carried the cold, hard wooden implement to him, finding him standing by the couch. “Gustaaf, please.” She hated the whiny quality to her voice and the fact that her voice sounded small and scared, even to her ears.

  “My dear, you knew when you lied that you were taking a chance that I’d see through it. Am I right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Put a handle on that.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pointed with the oak breadboard. “Lie over the arm of the couch. You’ll receive twenty.”

  She knew better than to fight him, and she knew he was right. It’d been foolish to think she could get away with it. Her intention had been to protect her friend, but when he said he wanted to hear what she remembered of his order, the little devil on her shoulder had convinced her that if she remembered less, he’d punish her less. The part of the equation she’d forgotten, however, was that he was able to read her like a book and he’d be able to see through her façade.

  Her ass obscenely raised over the arm of the couch had her cringing inside, and her pussy displayed as well, but she didn’t have time to worry about that. Her only concern at this point was her backside.

  “I want you to repeat this now and whenever I request it: Lying ruins relationships.”

  She swallowed against the lump rising in her throat. “Lying ruins relationships.”

  He tapped the paddle on her bottom, a whoosh of air brushed along her seared skin when he pulled it away, only to be replaced with a crashing burn that took her breath away as well as jarring her body, thrusting it forward on the smooth microfiber couch.

  She clenched her whole body, trembling from the pain. “Oh no!”

  He continued to whack her backside over and over. She lost track of the count, shouting with each crash of the paddle to her sore bottom.

  “Repeat: Lying ruins relationships.”

  “L-lying…ruins…r-relationships.” Hiccups racked her body, her voice raspy from all her crying and shouting.

  This time when he resumed, the strikes were centered on her sit spots and thighs, and blessedly, he gave them fast.

  He tossed the paddle onto the couch near her, and her body eased a bit with relief that it was finally over. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been punished so harshly. And although she knew she deserved it for breaking their trust and defying their dynamic, there was always a part of her in the midst of these situations that swore she’d ask that they not practice BDSM any longer.

  But underneath, even now, she knew that within a week, she’d miss it—miss the firmness of his authority, the fun of a spanking. She’d miss looking forward to Friday nights when they’d have maintenance, and explore new things. She’d miss relaxing under his command, the release of anxiety and being able to let go of the control she held onto so tightly. She needed this dynamic, needed him, needed the limits and boundaries he instituted—they comforted her, and she felt complete when answering to him, covered by his protectiveness.