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embarrassing me!”
To say he shocked her would be an understatement. Before the last word exited her mouth, his hand connected with her bottom. He swatted her a half dozen times before she even responded.
As he lifted his hand to smack her again, she screeched and struggled to pull away. “Stop it! Stop hitting me!”
He ignored her, pulled her closer and continued. “I am not hitting you Rebecca. I am very deliberately spanking you. You will learn to behave or you will find my hand or worse on your bottom. If you think you are embarrassed now, believe me, you’ll feel even more so if I have cause to lift your skirts and pull down your drawers to give you a proper spanking.”
She gasped and then whimpered as he continued to spank her. She was beyond humiliated and her bottom was beginning to burn. His hand hurt far worse than the paddle she had experienced at the school. Despite her continued struggles, he continued to swat her again and again until she was finally begging. “I’m... I’m sorry. Please, sir, please stop.” He popped her once more and then stopped.
“That’s better. Now are you ready to be a good little girl?”
She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She was mortified, especially when she realized that the carriage driver had obviously been able to witness her humiliation. She sobbed, more in shame than from the spanking but didn’t want to give him another opportunity to spank her.
“I expect an answer I can hear Rebecca or do I need to spank you again?”
She blushed, “No... no, sir.”
Patrick grinned enjoying this tremendously. “No? You aren’t ready to be a good girl or no you don’t need another spanking?”
She felt her cheeks flush and she couldn’t look at him. “I don’t want a spanking, sir.”
He squatted down in front of her until his face was level with hers. He lifted her chin forcing her eyes to his and said, “Are you being deliberately stubborn, Becca? I didn’t ask if you wanted a spanking Rebecca, I asked if you needed another spanking or if you want to be a good girl for me.”
She felt conflicted. Her heart was pounding but his touch on her face as he kept it tilted to his and the look in his eyes was causing the tingling in her stomach to return full force. She felt like she was participating in a dance for which she didn’t know the steps.
He watched her eyes and said, “Breathe, Becca. Take a deep breath and just answer me.”
She found herself sucking in air unaware that she had been holding her breath. She dropped her eyes as she replied. “I don’t need a spanking sir. I’ll be a go…good girl.”
He smiled and once again kissed the tip of her nose. “Good girl, I believe we have kept Miss Summers waiting long enough.”
She looked up to see a woman standing at the top of the steps to the porch. She blushed and wondered exactly how long the woman had been standing there. She discovered the answer soon enough.
“Are you about done Mr. McGavin? I don’t mind waiting if your little one needs another spanking.”
Rebecca blushed and couldn’t contain a small whimper of embarrassment.
Patrick just grinned. He led Rebecca up the porch and released her hand only long enough to embrace the woman. Rebecca took the opportunity to use her hands to rub quickly at her aching bottom. The horrid thought of him lifting her skirt and discovering he would not have had to lower her drawers; simply part them to bare her bottom caused her both to shiver and flush all over.
Patrick smiled down at her very red face and saw the little hands on her backside. He reached out and removed her hands from her bottom keeping one tightly held in his. “No sweetie. When I spank your bottom, you aren’t allowed to rub it.” He ignored her gasp and turned back to the woman, “Not just my little one Eleanor. Becca is my wife.”
Returning his
To say he shocked her would be an understatement. Before the last word exited her mouth, his hand connected with her bottom. He swatted her a half dozen times before she even responded.
As he lifted his hand to smack her again, she screeched and struggled to pull away. “Stop it! Stop hitting me!”
He ignored her, pulled her closer and continued. “I am not hitting you Rebecca. I am very deliberately spanking you. You will learn to behave or you will find my hand or worse on your bottom. If you think you are embarrassed now, believe me, you’ll feel even more so if I have cause to lift your skirts and pull down your drawers to give you a proper spanking.”
She gasped and then whimpered as he continued to spank her. She was beyond humiliated and her bottom was beginning to burn. His hand hurt far worse than the paddle she had experienced at the school. Despite her continued struggles, he continued to swat her again and again until she was finally begging. “I’m... I’m sorry. Please, sir, please stop.” He popped her once more and then stopped.
“That’s better. Now are you ready to be a good little girl?”
She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She was mortified, especially when she realized that the carriage driver had obviously been able to witness her humiliation. She sobbed, more in shame than from the spanking but didn’t want to give him another opportunity to spank her.
“I expect an answer I can hear Rebecca or do I need to spank you again?”
She blushed, “No... no, sir.”
Patrick grinned enjoying this tremendously. “No? You aren’t ready to be a good girl or no you don’t need another spanking?”
She felt her cheeks flush and she couldn’t look at him. “I don’t want a spanking, sir.”
He squatted down in front of her until his face was level with hers. He lifted her chin forcing her eyes to his and said, “Are you being deliberately stubborn, Becca? I didn’t ask if you wanted a spanking Rebecca, I asked if you needed another spanking or if you want to be a good girl for me.”
She felt conflicted. Her heart was pounding but his touch on her face as he kept it tilted to his and the look in his eyes was causing the tingling in her stomach to return full force. She felt like she was participating in a dance for which she didn’t know the steps.
He watched her eyes and said, “Breathe, Becca. Take a deep breath and just answer me.”
She found herself sucking in air unaware that she had been holding her breath. She dropped her eyes as she replied. “I don’t need a spanking sir. I’ll be a go…good girl.”
He smiled and once again kissed the tip of her nose. “Good girl, I believe we have kept Miss Summers waiting long enough.”
She looked up to see a woman standing at the top of the steps to the porch. She blushed and wondered exactly how long the woman had been standing there. She discovered the answer soon enough.
“Are you about done Mr. McGavin? I don’t mind waiting if your little one needs another spanking.”
Rebecca blushed and couldn’t contain a small whimper of embarrassment.
Patrick just grinned. He led Rebecca up the porch and released her hand only long enough to embrace the woman. Rebecca took the opportunity to use her hands to rub quickly at her aching bottom. The horrid thought of him lifting her skirt and discovering he would not have had to lower her drawers; simply part them to bare her bottom caused her both to shiver and flush all over.
Patrick smiled down at her very red face and saw the little hands on her backside. He reached out and removed her hands from her bottom keeping one tightly held in his. “No sweetie. When I spank your bottom, you aren’t allowed to rub it.” He ignored her gasp and turned back to the woman, “Not just my little one Eleanor. Becca is my wife.”
Returning his
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