She has her doubts

“I don’t know, Mr. Patterson.” I expect my distraught tenant to be delighted, and that I might get one of her exuberant hugs, but instead I see doubt sweep across her expressive face. “I’ve been raised to always pay what’s due, and in a timely manner at that.” She stands before me with her hands at her side and her eyes downcast. “I just can’t just accept your generosity for nothing.” Before I can assure her that I really didn’t need the $500 she adds something that takes my breath away. “I think you said something about taking the money I owe you out of my little tush?”

“What?!?” The way this conversation has veered of the tracks is making it hard for you to keep up.

“You heard me, Mr. P.” She is trying to sound like this is no big deal, but her hands creep together just under her belly and tighten until her knuckles start to lose their color. “I know you are trying to be kind, but I have prayed on this and I am sure that you are indeed God’s instrument of judgement.” As I watch in stunned silence she unbuttons her jeans and slides them down over her hips.

“Alison?” She lifts her head at my sudden gasp and I see the hint of a smile mixed in with her obvious embarrassment.

“I truly believe God chose you for this duty, Sir.” As I try to catch up to the events of the past few minutes my beautiful young tenant bends over my legs and places her palms flat on the floor so her butt is lifted up over my lap. “It is right that I should pay my debts, and even more so that the man I have wronged be the one that administers my chastisement.” When she puts it like that, who am I to argue.

“I’m taking off your panties.” I tell her as I slide the soft cotton underwear decorated with little blue flowers over her hips. “I want you to feel every bit of this punishment.” Left unsaid was my desire to feel her skin against my hand, but I’m sure that a smart young woman like Alison knew exactly what I wanted.

“Smack” My first blow is a little tentative, but I am rewarded with a little ‘yelp’ that I suspect is more from surprise than pain.

“One” Alison counts out, “Thank-you, Sir.” This must be something that she learned in her strict religious school, it catches me by surprise, but has the effect of goading me on. “Smack!” The second one is quite a bit harder than the first and it takes her a second before she continues the count. “Two. Thank-you, Sir.”

I pause briefly to take in the sight of her firm teenaged cheeks turning pink and the feeling of her soft belly wiggling against my growing erection. Fran was never really into spanking, and the few times we had playfully experimented with it were nothing like the sense of power and control I was feeling now. As I lift my hand for yet another sharp slap, I wonder how many is the right number for this level of infraction, and how far this poor misinformed young woman would let me go in the administration of her ‘chastisement’.