His Firm Hand by Shelly Douglas

that’s exactly what you will receive,” he said, raising the paddle high in the air before landing it squarely on each wobbly cheek.
    “Aaah!” she yelled, with each swift whack to her smooth flesh. “Please, I promise!”
    “Yes, you do a lot of promising , but this time, we need to make sure you’ll remember what the consequences are for lying to me.”
    Michele squirmed and yelled each time the hard paddle smacked her tender cheeks. “Please, I’ll remember! I mean it this time!”
    Paul smoothed her hot flesh with his hand as she whimpered. “What are you going to remember, kitten?”
    “Never, ever to lie to you again. Not ever !” she said almost in a whisper as her eyes leaked large tears.
    “Okay, okay. I think you have almost learned your lesson,” Paul said as he helped her off the bed into a standing position.
    “Almost?”
    “You see, I always keep my promises,” he said in a soft tone, leading her across the room.
    “But I’m so tired, and I hate the corner,” she murmured as tears continued to fill her eyes.”
    “I know, baby doll. I know.” As they reached the corner, he tapped her nose and pointed to the wall. “I want to see this part of your body pressed against the smooth surface, and this part of your body needs to stick out,” he reminded with a firm smack to her rump.
    Michele wiggled her buttocks from side to side, trying to relieve the burn as Paul calmly retreated to the other side of the room and sat down. “Raise your nightgown, Michele. You know the corner rules.” He glimpsed at his watch and sighed. “Do you think twenty minutes is enough time to muse over the promises you made today, my sweet girl?”
    Michele nodded as she lifted the soft fabric and bunched it up around the small of her back. Though she hated standing in the dreaded corner, it did give her time to cool down after a spanking, and she always looked forward to snuggling in Paul’s arms afterward.
    When exactly twenty minutes had passed, Paul spoke clearly. “Michele Anne Fazio, have you had enough time to think?”
    She knew those words were her cue that corner time was over, and turned to sprint across the room, falling into his arms. “I’m sorry, I really am,” she mewled as he pulled her onto his lap and cradled her head against his large chest. Her nightgown had shifted up, so her sore, bare bottom rested on his jean-clad thighs, but she didn’t worry about the discomfort. It felt good to be in the arms of the man who loved her, and the day’s stress poured down her face in the form of sizable, salty tears.
    “I’m glad you and your sister were able to spend some quality time together,” Paul soothed, running his fingers through her hair.
    “It was great for our relationship, but not so good for my heinie.” She looked up at him through puffy eyes. “Do you think Denise heard us?”
    “Not over the music blasting in her room,” he joked. “You probably didn’t even notice that she turned the CD player on. I furnished her with a couple of hard rock selections ahead of time.”
    “I first heard the sound coming from her room when you walked me to the corner,” she admitted. “Funny, I used to blare music when my dad yelled at her.” She repositioned herself in his lap and tried to pull the nightgown over her sore bottom.
    He shook his head. “Don’t move. That sore backside against my jeans needs to serve as a reminder, pumpkin,” he instructed in a soft voice, stroking circles around her back.
    Michele nodded, figuring he also didn’t want her to bump into his cock that was rock hard. After all, it’s only Tuesday , she thought.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Denise waddled down the stairs with an armful of clothes. “God, I haven’t been here very long, and somehow it feels like my stuff multiplied. Michele, where are you? I need more help!” she pleaded.
    “Denise, I’m hauling as fast as I can. Paul will be here with the van at ten sharp and wants us to be ready. Trust me,