She headed for bed with a heavy heart. Her optimistic expectations about a project at work had been dashed. She was disappointed and anxious and out of sorts.

He was reading, sitting comfortably in his chair. 

“Hey,” he said. ”Come here,” adding gently, “Please.”

She turned toward him, “Of course, Sir,” and he saw the sadness in her eyes.

“Come tell me – here,” he hesitated a moment, then nodded his head at the floor in front of him.

She sank to her knees, tucking herself in between his legs, facing him. 

He stroked her cheek gently, ran his fingers through her hair. Tugged gently, lifting her face so he could see her eyes.

“Tell me,” he said.

Haltingly, struggling to hold back tears, she told him. She had already told him what happened at work, but now she told him how she felt. 

He listened patiently, nodding or asking questions at times. When she had finished, they sat quietly for a few moments. She leaned into him, still curled up at his feet, resting her head on his thigh.

She felt better just for having told him her feelings, and she loved being close to him like this. A sense of calm wrapped her like a blanket.

At last, he said, “If I can help with the work situation, I’ll do that – we can talk about it tomorrow. Right now, I want you to be able to sleep tonight.” 

“Mmmm, yes, Sir,” she said, with just a touch of question in her tone.

“Come,” he said, standing up, pulling her to her feet as he did. Languidly, she let him lead her to the bedroom.

When he seated himself on her side of the bed, she knew what he had planned, and she smiled, just a little smile, but her lips curved upward in anticipation. He patted the bed, and she laid herself over his lap, scooted just a little so her bottom was most conveniently placed for his hand. 

In this position, her body was supported by the bed, ass raised. He lifted her nightie, and she felt cool air on her bottom, but the caress of his hand made her sigh with pleasure.

“Open your legs a little bit more, please,” he said.

“Of course.”

He rubbed a hand between her thighs, tugged gently at the small patch of hair he required her to keep. Then she felt the air move as he raised the hand and — with a whack- it landed on her right butt cheek. 

“Umph,” she said. A bit of a thud, with a touch of sting – she just had time to savor that before the hand landed again on the other cheek.

“Oh!” 

He continued, alternating sides, slowly and deliberately. Her bottom began to warm under his hands, turning a delicate pink, and then darkening to a reddish blush.

She pushed her bottom up after each blow, seeking more. More touch, more sensation, just more, Sir, she thought.

He took his time, pausing to rub often, caressing her, checking the wetness between her thighs. She pushed back as if she could make him touch her more, maybe even – but he pulled the hand away, beginning to spank again.

She moaned and gasped as the blows continued to land, it felt so good, through the sting, even as the burn became stronger. Lost in sensation, no words for this… sighs and moans only.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, and she could hear the affection in his voice.

“Yes, yes, Sir,” she cried, as he began to strike the back of her thighs. The sting of his hand – a flash of pain, a ripple of pleasure each time.

He laughed, “You need to be spanked every day, don’t you?”

“Mmmm, yes, Sir,” she managed to say. ”A good girl spanking – just like this – every day.” Her words were punctuated by more spanks, as the intensity increased.

Heat radiated from every inch of her ass and upper thighs. The blows came more slowly, interspersed with more caresses. She wondered vaguely if his hand hurt. 

“Mmmmm,” she murmured, still wiggling in pleasure, “thoroughly spanked, Sir. Thank you, may I have some more?” 

He laughed. ”On your back now. You’re about to be thoroughly fucked.”

“Oh! YES, Sir!” 

She noticed the tenderness of her ass as she arranged herself the way she knew he liked. Arms up, hands above her head, “out of the way,” he said.  Thighs open wide for him, knees bent. 

Watching him pull his clothes off. He opened the drawer on the end table and she squirmed – what would he…

Oh, my, the paint stick, and she trembled.

“Keep your arms up,” he warned, placing himself strategically between her wide-spread thighs. He whipped the paint stick down sharply, landing it on the inside of her left thigh. She gasped at the sting, felt the ripple as the sensation spread, Quickly, the slim stick land again, sharply on the tender flesh of her other thigh. She whimpered, but held her position.

“Good girl,” he said, “Five more on each side,” he said.

“Oh, unh, oh…” she heard the sounds she made, pleasure and pain so mixed now that she hardly knew – wanting to pull away, to cover herself, but opening even wider instead –

and after the third one, she thought it was the third, but maybe the second or the fourth – he paused, and placed a hand on her right breast, raising it so he could strike sharply at the soft underside. She cried out, shivered, trembled – and kept her hands in place above her head. He repeated the process with the other breast.

She saw the pattern. Left thigh, right thigh, left breast, right breast – she grasped the spindles of the headboard to keep control of her hands, pressed her legs even wider apart, offering him her pain.

The final blows landed directly between her thighs – twice he landed the paint stick on her cunt, which was throbbing already, making her cry out. Then sharp whacks on each nipple, and she cried out again, guttural sounds that she did not recognize as her own, tossing her head from side to side.

Finally, “Good girl,” he said, and she could hear pleasure in his voice.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said softly, it was all she could have said, other words had left her.

He knelt between her thighs then, lowering himself until she felt his cock pressing against the hot wetness of her core. Entered her quickly, slamming himself balls deep inside her, rocking the bed, making her cry out.

Sheathed inside her, his cock filled her and she felt her pussy clenching with pleasure. He began to fuck her, pulling back, not quite out, then all the way in again, slowly, methodically.

Pleasure building, rising inside her, like a wave in the ocean, swelling, ready to bring her crashing and tumbling down…

Afterwards, he cuddled her, and she fell asleep, safe and content in his arms.