I Can't Believe He Spanked Me! (Kari's Lessons) by Cassandra Zara, Lucinda Lane Page B

don't?" I
asked.
    He shrugged. "If you win, I'll lift your curfew."
    OK, I was interested. "And what if you win? I have to
be in bed by eight? I have to call you Sir?"
    “For a start,” and the smile had already evaporated as his
tone hardened again, “you can lose the attitude and start treating me with a
little respect. And then we’ll have a little talk about what I found in your
top drawer.”
    I was outraged that he had dared go through my stuff and
embarrassed by the fact that he’d found my vibrator. It wasn’t even that I was
uptight about sex or anything. It was just the way he said it. It made me feel
like it was some kind of guilty secret, something I should be ashamed of.
    “How about if I win you leave me and my stuff the fuck alone
and shove your stupid curfew up your ass?”
    Nineteen... twenty . He mouthed the words under his
breath, they were barely a whisper.
    “What?”
    “Huh? Oh I’ve been adding up the number of swear words. No
matter how many times I tell you to watch your language around me you choose to
ignore me.”
    I shook my head. Whatever.
    “So what is my punishment then? Let’s get it over with.”
    He didn’t answer at first and instead looked me up and down.
I felt small and my stomach squirmed as he did it. It felt like I was a
specimen under a microscope.
    “You are beautiful you know. Smart too. I like that about
you. But you’ve grown up without boundaries. You lack an understanding of the
consequences of your own actions. This makes you foolish. You have potential,
but you have no drive or direction. You lack.... discipline.”
    The word rolled off his tongue and he fixed me with a
piercing stare. I couldn’t hold it for long and I was forced to look down and
away. I felt a creeping sense of shame. Perhaps he was right.
    “When was the last time you were spanked?”
    “When... what? What is this, the Middle Ages? I’ve never
been spanked.”
    I couldn’t believe we were even discussing this. And yet it
was hard to ignore this weird squirming feeling in the pit of my stomach.
    Max beckoned for me to follow him with a hooked finger as he
headed back to the chair he had been sitting in when I arrived.
    I had a hundred insults sitting on the tip of my tongue and
I knew I should have just laughed it off and headed to my room, but something
compelled me to remain. I took a couple of hesitant steps towards him and
noticed my legs were shaking. I took a deep breath and tried to focus. But it
was no use, my mind was all over the place.
    “You’re serious about this?” I asked him.
    “Of course. Twenty smacks... and by the end of it you’ll be
calling me Daddy.”
    My stomach lurched as I stood in front of him. He seemed
awfully confident that he’d win this. But being spanked couldn’t hurt that
much. I’m sure I could take it. What concerned me more was the humiliation. The
fact that we would always know he had done this to me.
    “I’m waiting Kari.”
    He impatiently tapped his hand against his thigh as he sat.
Big hands. Strong arms. But how much could it hurt? I mean they spanked kids
didn’t they? It couldn’t hurt that much if they spanked kids right? Getting
into position was a little awkward. Although slight I guess I was a bit bigger
than the average kid and I had to sort of flop down over his knees. As I did so
my shirt moved up, leaving my stomach bare and flat against the rough material
of his slacks.
    I squirmed a little more than was necessary, intentionally
trying to tease him. To be honest I was still feeling fairly horny and even
though Max was old enough to be my father the warmth of his body was causing
some feelings that I would probably have rather avoided. Once I was bent over
his lap with my head low, I felt a little rush of blood. The warm, woolly
feeling that came from that only added to the unusual and conflicting emotions
I was feeling.
    What was I doing? Had I gone crazy? But it was too late to
back out now and as I felt his hand raise up