Lost and Found by Breanna Hayse

cunnie beckoning to him from between her kicking legs. His mind knew to focus, but his troublesome cock wasn’t as self-controlled.
    Noelle began to plead for him to stop, sobbing breathlessly as the burning in her backend grew to a fiery high. He paused, letting her cry as she laid over his knees. He placed his hand upon her hot flesh, letting it rest there to remind her that she was still in his control and would be going nowhere until he said she could.
    “That was for breaking your promise, sweetheart. We aren’t finished yet,” he announced firmly, producing a wooden spoon that he had acquired from the kitchen. “When Kathy was little, Alan decided that she needed a little more reminder than just his hand when he punished her. He used a nice, wide wooden spoon for years until he finally got a real paddle. I will do the same for you, Noelle. Kathy did not deserve anything you gave her today and this will serve to remind you that you are to show respect in this home to everyone.”
    “No, please, Lance. I’ll be good. I swear. Please, no more.” Lance? So there was an adult in there somewhere. “Right now, I’m Daddy and you are being spanked like an ornery, stubborn child. When I’m Lance, your spanking will be much, much worse.”
    Another shriek echoed from her lips as Lance applied the back of the spoon to the underside of her bottom. A white blotch appeared and then turned a deep, angry red. He knew her delicate skin couldn’t take much more punishment, but he needed to drive this lesson home.
    The spoon fell again, on the opposite side and Noelle wailed, lifting her head high. Downstairs, Kathy cringed. She was very familiar with that yell. It had come from her own lips for years when she displeased her brothers.
    The spoon crashed against the lower part of Noelle’s bottom four more times, promising some slight bruising and no sitting for a while. He did not stop the spanking until her kicking ceased and she was left bawling pathetically into his pants leg. Sighing, Lance rubbed his hand over the tortured flesh, saddened by the condition he had been forced to put it in. Her little bottom shimmered a deep crimson with some purpling blotches. He prayed that this punishment would help her choose to avoid any future incidents.
    With another deep, regretful sigh, he gently reached down and pulled her clothing back up and over her flaming hot bottom. Lance smoothed the material carefully while rubbing her back. “It’s over, Baby Doll. I hope you’ve learned something from this,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and sitting her carefully on his lap. Still crying, Noelle was unable to speak and just curled up in his embrace. “I promise you, I won’t ever send you away. And never make you leave me if you don’t want to go. But this is how I will take care of disobedience for now on.
    Try not to make me do this too often, ok? I don’t like to make you cry.” He thought of how the spanking had taken her to being an adult for a short time. His mind also drifted to the image of her soft, pink bare pussy as she laid across his lap, begging to be touched and tasted, and how her lovely pink bud cried out to be nibbled. No, stop it! he reprimanded himself.
    “Lance?” her little voice whispered into his neck.
    “Yes, Noelle?”
    “I’m truly sorry for my behavior. Please forgive me.”
    “You’re forgiven. I…” she interrupted him by pressing her lips hard against his, forcing her tongue between his teeth and boldly tasting him. Lance, surprised, slowly returned the embrace, his own tongue probing and seeking her sweetness. He pushed aside his confusion and, like the hawk soaring on the thermals, relaxed and enjoyed the moment. She kissed him hungrily, shamelessly and without reservation. She started to pull off his shirt, but he stopped her.
    “What are you doing? No, Noelle. Not now. And never after punishment. I’m kind of old-fashioned and will not have sex without a commitment. No,”