Page 29 of Jade

Ryan

He was actually not mad that she’d broken a rule today; in fact, he was pleased. Not because he was a sadistic bastard who took joy in meting out punishments, but because Jade was such a good girl. She followed her rules to a tee, and sometimes he had the urge to flip her over his knee, paddle her perfect little bottom and tell her what a naughty girl she was. So far, every time he’d punished her, which admittedly had only been twice, it had brought them closer together and moved their relationship forward. To him, it made sense that it would also happen on their first night together. And he was, of course, very much looking forward to what came after.

First things first. He’d set his intention and now he had to follow through. Taking her hands, he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to get on the same page.

She had a very Middle attitude tonight, and she rolled her eyes again before doing what was expected of her. “Daddy,” she said, with a tinge in her voice that bordered on petulance, “I was naughty and forgot to read my Bible. Will you please spank me so I can be forgiven and do better?”

“Thank you, and yes.” He inclined his head toward the nightstand. “Get your paddle please.”

Her shoulders sagged and she managed to obey without attitude, but he could tell she was hanging on by a thread. “I wonder if, had you read your Bible this morning like you were supposed to, you’d be having less of an attitude problem today,” he mused as he took it from her.

His words seemed to convict her, and she dropped her gaze to the floor, shuffling her feet.

“Get over my knee,” he instructed.

She draped herself across his lap, with her face and legs on the mattress.

Seeing no reason to draw this out, he flipped up her skirt and peeled her panties off, leaving her naked from the waist down. “You’re getting ten with the paddle. No warm-up,” he announced.

“What?” she shrieked, rearing up to gape at him over her shoulder.

“It’s a short spanking, and I want to make sure it’s effective,” he said calmly. “Only ten. Unless of course, you continue to throw attitude and refuse to take your spanking like a good girl. In which case, the spanking will continue until I’m appeased that your attitude is adjusted. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She twisted back into position, burying her face in her hands, and he raised the paddle, taking aim across the center of her bottom.

Jade

She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but one thing was certain. She needed this spanking. Maybe she even wanted it.

She was as frustrated with her attitude as Ryan was, maybe even more so, but she couldn’t seem to stop. This was their first night together. It should be magical and sweet, and she was acting like a petulant spoiled brat.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself and waited for the paddle to fall. The broken rule was a minor one, but her attitude and the adjustment she needed was major. Steeling herself, she prayed that the paddle would work its magic and as the pain of a spanking heated her bottom, the resentment would leave her heart and be expelled from her body, leaving a sweet, compliant and repentant Middle in its place.

Ryan seemed to have the same hope as he brought the paddle down hard across her cheeks. Without a warm-up, the pain was intense and consuming, but she welcomed it.

One. She counted in her head because she hadn’t been told to count out loud. I’m thankful to have a Daddy to take me to task when my attitude is less than desirable, she thought, literally counting her blessings.

The paddle fell again. Two. I’m thankful to have a Daddy who is consistent enough to hold me to the rules we agreed on together, regardless of what is going on around us.

She’d barely finished the thought when a hard swat nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. Three. I’m thankful to have a Daddy who pushes me to be the best I can be.

Realigning her thinking was working. Her hardened heart was softening, and she truly felt repentant, not just for her mistake but for her attitude.

Four. Five. Six. The next three fell hard and fast, on the lower part of her bottom, above her sit spots. She didn’t have time to count her blessings but it didn’t matter. Her heart was already lightened. She realized her Daddy wasn’t trying to ruin their first night together, and she knew he would do everything in his power to make sure it was special. That included doing what he thought was right and just and beginning as he intended to continue.

Seven. Eight. Nine. The next three hit her tender sit spots, and she was consumed with guilt and sorrow for not only her action, but her attitude as well. The pain from the paddle, as well as the emotional pain, hit her like a Mack truck, and she cried out as she began to cry. Not long loud sorrowful sobs, but quiet tears of regret.

Her shoulders shook as she waited for the last swat, hoping it would indeed be the last and that Ryan would know that her attitude had changed, and find that she had taken her spanking well, like a good girl.

Ten. Back to the dead center of her bottom. Her bottom flattened under the force of the paddle and her body reared up. She sniffled through her cry. “I’m sorry, Daddy! So so sorry!”

And then her Daddy was gathering her into his arms, cradling her like a baby.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled into his chest. “I’m sorry I forgot to read, and I’m sorry I acted like a brat. Did I take my spanking like a good girl?”

“The goodest.” Ryan squeezed her tight, and kissed the top of her head, and just held her until the tears stopped.

“You’re forgiven,” he whispered softly. “It’s all over.”