Chapter 20 - 20

"No, Sir," I said automatically.

Then grimaced at the lie knowing I had just made the wrong choice. I should have just told the truth.

"You do realize that you lied to me, correct?”

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," I said miserably.

He pointed towards the room, "Go wait for me on the bed.”

I hurried to the bedroom and sat on the bed where I continued to shiver in fear, calling myself all kinds of stupid. There was nothing I wanted more right now than to be his sub. It just seemed like my mouth had been working against me ever since I first met him. Maybe from the second time, actually, when I spilled coffee on him then proceeded to tell him I wasn't wearing any underwear. I needed to find a way to get my mind and my mouth on the same page before the punishments got worse. I groaned and hid my face in my hands.

"Are you worried about what is coming?" Reed asked from the door.

I peeked over towards him. He was standing there holding a rope slowly unraveling it from its coil. I was momentarily distracted by the sight of his naked chest. What a glorious sight it was, so smooth and toned. I felt my mouth drool once more thinking about my lips on it, touching and tasting all of it.

I heard him clear his throat and my eyes flew to his face as I peeked out from between my fingers.

"Yes, Sir," I squeaked out knowing he was still waiting for my answer.

"Good. You should worry, that's part of the punishment, to wonder and worry about what's to come. For glaring at me you will get 5 swats and for lying, since it is one of the big rules, you will get 10 swats do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I murmured miserably folding my hands in my lap.

"Good, now what is your safe word?" he asked.

"Banana," I replied and then looked up from my hands hopefully.

"Wait, I can use my safe word?"

"You can always use your safe word. I just hope you won't use it. I hope you will trust me not to push you past your boundaries. Do you think you can trust me to do that?"

I hesitated. This would require a leap of faith, one that I wasn't sure I could do. But I was going to try. This had been something I had wanted forever and I wasn't about to let it slip through my hands.

"Lay across my knees, Mia."

I gave him a confused look but did as he asked as quickly as I could. No sense in lingering on this punishment. He was set in his way and if I wanted to play then I would have to abide by his rules. He shifted me until my bottom was aimed high in the air, I had to put my hands on the floor to balance myself, even then I knew one wiggle and I was on the floor. He laid one hand over my lower back to hold me in place and I felt his other leg cross over mine.

"I want to make sure you don't kick me," he explained before I could even pose my question.

"Now, I want you to tell me why I am punishing you."

"Because I glared at you, Sir," I said quietly.

I felt his hand run over my backside and lightly tap it as if he were warming me up.

"And?"

"And because I lied to you, Sir."

"And how many swats did we agree on?"

"15, Sir," I whispered.

"Good girl. I am doing this so you will always remember you must never glare at your Master and you must never ever lie to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I want you to count them out and thank me after each one," he said.

Was he crazy? He wanted me to thank him for the spanking? I took a deep breath and felt my body tense as I awaited the first swat. But when his hand connected with my backside all I felt was a soothing rubbing motion and I relaxed thinking this is really what he meant? Goodness, this really was nothing compared to the spankings I got-

SMACK!

I cried out.

"Count, Mia!" he demanded.

"One, Sir," I whimpered.

"Now, thank your Master or I'm going to start over," he warned.

"Thank you, Sir," I added hastily.

His hand rubbed my bottom for a moment and then smacked the other cheek.

"Two, Sir," I cried out. "Thank you, Sir."

"Embrace the pain, Mia, or this spanking is going to be a lot worse than it has to be," he warned and then proceeded to spank both sides of my ass in quick succession.

"Three. Four, thank you, Sir."

I barely got out around the screams I was trying desperately to hold back. How was I going to make it to 15? We were barely at 5 and I wanted to scream out my safe word. His hand smoothed down my backside before it suddenly pulled one leg out until he had the freedom to slip his questing fingers between my splayed thighs.

"Mia, I think you are enjoying this. You are soaking wet, I can practically smell you from up here," he said disapprovingly, though I thought I detected a trace of teasing in his words.

"What?" I panted out.

He stroked his fingers through the lips of my sensitive pussy and found the hidden yet unmistakably hard clit, I cried out for an entirely different reason as he began to rub it. He removed his fingers and I felt the loss acutely until I heard a sucking sound and realized he was now sucking on his fingers. I felt a blush crawl up my neck at this wicked display of carnality. Before I was ready, he pulled my legs back together on his lap and slapped one side of my bottom which broke me out of the reverie I was wallowing in.

"Five Sir, thank you, Sir," I said quickly.

The change of pace sent me for a loop, one minute he was turning me on so badly I was about to beg him for more, then next he was sending me reeling with pain until I could not see straight.

"Stop fighting the pain, Mia.. Embrace it, let it run through you," he instructed as he caressed my bottom once more.