Page 63 of Controlling Natasha

Professor Arnalt… The thought of him seeing me like this is slightly mortifying, but it occurs to me that Daddy probably usually sees Professor Arnalt regularly.The only reason he hasn’t come to the house lately is because Professor Arnalt doesn’t want to embarrass me since I’m his student.

“I’m going to take you to Surrender tomorrow night.I want you to see the club and understand what it’s like to practice your kink in front of other like-minded people.Tomorrow, I will spank you in public.”

I squirm and lift my ass.I want him to stop talking, stop painting naughty pictures in my head that make me want to come.I want him to spank me.Now.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl.I like it when you’re polite.”He lifts his hand and delivers the first swat.

I wince.It doesn’t hurt.It’s just surprising.

He does it again, slightly harder.

I don’t wince as badly the second time.My skin feels hot.It’s tingling.

The next several spanks land all over my butt and thighs, raining down on me relentlessly but not with enough pressure to really hurt.Daddy stops to rub my heated cheeks.“How does that feel, Little one?”

“Weird.”

He chuckles.“You’ll get used to it.You’ll crave it.Relax your bottom.Try not to tense your muscles.”

That’s easier said than done, but I try.

“More?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”His next slap is loud and harder.I wince and lift my face.He does it again and again.Eventually, I let my body relax over his thighs again as I fall into the rhythm.It’s oddly cathartic.

I go into my head while he continues.His strikes are unpredictable.They land all over my bottom and the back of my thighs down to my knees.Down to my stretched panties.

When he pauses again, he squeezes one of my butt cheeks.

I cry out from the bruising grip.

“You have no idea how hot it is seeing your bottom like this, Natasha.Spanking you is going to become my new favorite pastime.”

My ass is on fire.“Are you done, Daddy?”

“No, Little one.Get out of your head this time.Let yourselffeel.Absorb the sting of my palm.”

I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t react as strongly when he resumes this time.I focus on every spank, wondering what my bottom looks like.I bet it’s bright red.It really hurts.I’m overcome with emotion from the intensity of his domination.The fact that he’s holding me down and treating me to something that should be humiliating.

Itishumiliating, but I like it.I like that he’s in charge.I like knowing that if I misbehave, this is what he’s going to do.Spank me to teach me a lesson.

The next time he increases the pressure, I moan.It hurts.It really hurts.And it feels so good.Like the weight of the world and all the anxiety I’ve been carrying around flows out of my body.Suddenly, I’m not tense anymore.I’m floating.Free.And then I start crying.The tears fall and run down my cheeks.

When I can’t hold back the emotional overload, I start sobbing.I’m a mess of tears and snot.A noisy mess of hiccups and wailing.

Finally, Daddy stops spanking me.His hand disappears, but he doesn’t rub my bottom this time.

I wiggle, trying to lift my butt so I can make contact with his palm.Where is his hand?

“That’s my good girl.Let it all out, Little one.”He holds my panties between my knees, keeping me from closing my legs.“Feel the burn, Little one.Let it chase away the icky feelings.”

I keep crying, I’m a blubbering mess.It’s one of those ugly cries that can’t be stopped until it burns itself out.All the while, Daddy tells me what a good girl I am and how proud he is of me.Over and over until the tears subside, and I’m left sniffling and exhausted.

I wince when he finally palms my bottom.His touch brings the burn back to the surface.It hurts while it soothes.

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