Page 67 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"So, you want me to leave?"

The words were barely out of his mouth when she grabbed onto his T-shirt and held him as if to prevent him from standing. She might not have said the words, but her actions gave him his answer. He pinned her with a possessive look that dared her to deny him. Her answer was a shaky whisper. "Please don't go. I've dreamed of you coming here for me."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to wake up. What else have you dreamed of, Trace?"

Her blush was adorable. "This."

"This what?" He needed her to say the words.

"You. Here. Talking about... you know. Taking me in hand. I've helped so many clients through their conflicting feelings about submission and punishments, yet I've never had anyone interested in my personal submission. I'm..." Tears threatened to fall. Her next words cut him.

"I'm scared."

"Ah, Traci, honey, I understand, but I care about you. Let me show you how much. Please."

She answered him with a deep, open-mouthed kiss, grinding her ass into his lap, which sent his cock into a state of emergency. He had to push down the waves of desire her surrender sent through his body. Sean briefly considered pressing her to the carpet to claim her hard and fast, but pushed the idea aside since he needed to punish her first before pleasuring her.

"Damn. You're distracting me. Now, before things go any farther, I need your answer."

"Which one is that?"

"Don't play coy. Are you consenting to me taking you in hand this weekend?"

She barely paused before answering like the perfect sub he suspected she would become. "Yes, sir. I'm consenting."

"That's my good girl. Stand up and let me get a good look at you. I've missed you, Traci."

Sean helped her stand between his open knees and rested his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer. Anticipation danced in her eyes alongside a healthy dose of fear. He steeled himself to do what needed to be done. It was what they both needed.

"Let's get your pants pulled down." Sean reached for the waistband of her yoga slacks, hooking his fingers in as he slowly pulled both the pants and her panties down in one swoop. Traci might be nervous, but the glisten of excitement on the gusset of her panties betrayed her deeper emotions at the thought of a butt-blistering punishment. Her moan of embarrassment as he slid a finger through her slick labia had his cock straining for his own release.

He needed to stay focused to show her he was qualified to be her HoH. "I want you to go to your room and collect up your hairbrush and return here to me, baby."

Tears threatened to well up in her eyes again, yet other than giving a forlorn sigh at his request, she managed to shuffle towards her bedroom keeping her pants down around mid-thigh. He had missed her perfectly shaped ass. Traci was only gone a short minute before returning with the paddle-style wooden brush. She shyly displayed it to him.

"Very good. Now, let's get this over with so we can move on to more fun activities."

"Yes, sir."

Sean pulled her forward across his left thigh and helped her get settled as she lay at an angle to rest her upper body on the couch next to him. He hooked his right leg behind her legs, which trapped them and left Traci with little mobility. Her torso was pulled tight against his waist to further immobilize her. They froze for several long seconds, each slipping into their respective new roles.

He had read many advice blogs about delivering effective punishments, yet as with anything, there could be a world of difference between reading and practical application. His first tentative swat to Traci's right butt cheek fortified his resolve, so he made the following volley of warm-up swats much harder. The sound of the slap of his hand as it connected with her creamy ass filled the space. It only took a couple dozen spanks for Traci to add her own little moans.

Since he was only in the warm-up phase of her punishment, he could tell she was enjoying her time over his lap a bit too much. The next dozen spanks that he delivered to her sit spot had her moans turning to less-pleasurable groans. By the end of her warmup, she'd reached back in an attempt to block his hand from connecting with her warmed skin.

"No hands, young lady. Put your hands under your body so you're not tempted to reach back again." When she didn't immediately follow directions, he spanked her until she rushed to comply. He stopped when her hands were safely tucked under her tummy. She'd shifted positions enough to give him a front row seat to see the conflicting emotions on Traci's face as she enjoyed the brief intermission.

It's time. Let's see if I have what it takes to do this.

Sean reached for the waiting hairbrush and took a few seconds to rub the smooth wood across her bottom. Traci shivered as she felt the unforgiving hardness caressing her bottom. He could feel her apprehension as she waited for her first punishment spanking at the hands of her new HoH.

He felt like he'd been given a second audition for the starring role in Traci's life and he was determined not to fail her again. Sean lifted the heavy brush and cracked it down to her flesh. It left a rectangular red splotch in its wake. He didn't give either of them time to back out, delivering a steady stream of strokes across her raised ass. As her struggles to wiggle away from him increased, he tightened his grip holding her in place. When she managed to free her right leg, he allowed it, then stopped to push her legs apart while pulling her body up closer to him. The result was that her open legs straddled his left leg. He may have lost control over her right leg, but he now had better access to her open pussy grinding against his jeans.

Sean lost track of how many swats he delivered, focusing instead on Traci's reactions to her punishment. The sound of her high-pitched squeaks came in time with his steady swings of the brush. She struggled, still fighting his authority over her. Sean pushed down his initial desire to comfort her and began a lecture instead.

"Stop fighting me on this, Traci."

"But it hurts."

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