downstairs.”
Vati's eyes turned from mischievous to angry in a flash. “That is not my problem, nor is it Anna's. You should have made love to her already. It will bond her to you.”
Alex closed his eyes. He couldn't. Not while he was with Kirsty. Not for Kirsty's consideration, though. He didn't want Anna to think he was fucking her then leaving her to make love to Kirsty. When he made love to Anna, he wanted it to be the beginning of his commitment and love for her.
“Vati , I can't. I can't hit her. She'll never forgive me.” He looked at his father and shook his head.
Vati gritted his teeth. “Sometimes we have to do what we don't want to do,” he snapped. “Both as Elders and as parents.” He looked pointedly at Anna then at Alex. “If you don't discipline her, things will be much more difficult for you and her.” He turned and walked out of the room.
Alex ran his hand through his hair. As often as he got frustrated and repeated this motion, he wondered how he still had a thick head of hair.
He looked back at Anna, who was cowering in front of him. His father was right; she was like a child. He hadn't given her any boundaries and she had been disrespectful. If he didn't discipline her, she wouldn't respect him, and she needed to respect him.
Alex sighed and picked her up off the floor before sitting down on the bed. The undisturbed comforter reminded him of the fact that she’d been with Vati last night and not him. He pushed aside the remorse and lay Anna across his lap.
He lifted up her shirt and rested his hand on her smooth, bare ass. She jumped slightly. Any other time he would have enjoyed her in this position, sexy ass up in the air. He imagined all the things he could do to her, making her feel incredible pleasure.
But now was not the time to be thinking about that. He needed to correct her behavior and this was the gentlest way he could. He'd never considered spankings in the same category as hitting other places on the body. He hoped she felt the same way. He took a deep breath and smacked her bare ass. The sound of his hand hitting her flesh made him wince.
She cried out in surprise. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as she'd expected?
“Count, Anna,” he instructed softly.
“One, Master.”
He smacked her again.
“Two, Master.”
Again.
“Three, Master.” Her ass was turning a bright pink. He wanted to delve his fingers into her pussy to ease the pain, but this wasn't for pleasure. This was real discipline, not playtime.
He continued spanking her until she reached twelve. Aside from her counts, she made no noise past the first cry. Her voice began cracking at four and by the end he could tell she was crying.
As soon as he made the last stroke and she announced the count, he pulled her up to cradle her in his arms. She sat stiffly in his embrace, making him wonder if anyone had ever held her after a discipline session before. Perhaps he was showing himself different. He rocked her and spoke words of encouragement, telling her how brave and strong she was. After a few minutes she was completely relaxed in his arms and had stopped crying.
Alex kissed the top of her head, amazed. His father had been right. She had completely relaxed into his embrace.
Vati walked in a few minutes later with a small bottle of oil. Alex nodded to his father and gave him a grateful smile. Vati nodded back with a small smile and left them alone.
He laid her gently on her stomach, pushing the shirt back up to expose her now very red ass and debated the appropriateness of kissing the inflamed skin. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on each side and she gasped softly.
Alex couldn't understand the depth of his feelings for her at this moment. He wanted nothing more than to turn her over and make love to her. But he'd promised himself....
He uncapped the bottle and began to apply the oil gently. It was sheer torture, running his hands over her silky skin and listening to her soft sighs as his hands
Vati's eyes turned from mischievous to angry in a flash. “That is not my problem, nor is it Anna's. You should have made love to her already. It will bond her to you.”
Alex closed his eyes. He couldn't. Not while he was with Kirsty. Not for Kirsty's consideration, though. He didn't want Anna to think he was fucking her then leaving her to make love to Kirsty. When he made love to Anna, he wanted it to be the beginning of his commitment and love for her.
“Vati , I can't. I can't hit her. She'll never forgive me.” He looked at his father and shook his head.
Vati gritted his teeth. “Sometimes we have to do what we don't want to do,” he snapped. “Both as Elders and as parents.” He looked pointedly at Anna then at Alex. “If you don't discipline her, things will be much more difficult for you and her.” He turned and walked out of the room.
Alex ran his hand through his hair. As often as he got frustrated and repeated this motion, he wondered how he still had a thick head of hair.
He looked back at Anna, who was cowering in front of him. His father was right; she was like a child. He hadn't given her any boundaries and she had been disrespectful. If he didn't discipline her, she wouldn't respect him, and she needed to respect him.
Alex sighed and picked her up off the floor before sitting down on the bed. The undisturbed comforter reminded him of the fact that she’d been with Vati last night and not him. He pushed aside the remorse and lay Anna across his lap.
He lifted up her shirt and rested his hand on her smooth, bare ass. She jumped slightly. Any other time he would have enjoyed her in this position, sexy ass up in the air. He imagined all the things he could do to her, making her feel incredible pleasure.
But now was not the time to be thinking about that. He needed to correct her behavior and this was the gentlest way he could. He'd never considered spankings in the same category as hitting other places on the body. He hoped she felt the same way. He took a deep breath and smacked her bare ass. The sound of his hand hitting her flesh made him wince.
She cried out in surprise. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as she'd expected?
“Count, Anna,” he instructed softly.
“One, Master.”
He smacked her again.
“Two, Master.”
Again.
“Three, Master.” Her ass was turning a bright pink. He wanted to delve his fingers into her pussy to ease the pain, but this wasn't for pleasure. This was real discipline, not playtime.
He continued spanking her until she reached twelve. Aside from her counts, she made no noise past the first cry. Her voice began cracking at four and by the end he could tell she was crying.
As soon as he made the last stroke and she announced the count, he pulled her up to cradle her in his arms. She sat stiffly in his embrace, making him wonder if anyone had ever held her after a discipline session before. Perhaps he was showing himself different. He rocked her and spoke words of encouragement, telling her how brave and strong she was. After a few minutes she was completely relaxed in his arms and had stopped crying.
Alex kissed the top of her head, amazed. His father had been right. She had completely relaxed into his embrace.
Vati walked in a few minutes later with a small bottle of oil. Alex nodded to his father and gave him a grateful smile. Vati nodded back with a small smile and left them alone.
He laid her gently on her stomach, pushing the shirt back up to expose her now very red ass and debated the appropriateness of kissing the inflamed skin. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on each side and she gasped softly.
Alex couldn't understand the depth of his feelings for her at this moment. He wanted nothing more than to turn her over and make love to her. But he'd promised himself....
He uncapped the bottle and began to apply the oil gently. It was sheer torture, running his hands over her silky skin and listening to her soft sighs as his hands
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