“Now, tell me why you’re getting this beautiful ass of yours spanked.”
“I don’t know!”
Several strong swats later he prompted again. “Want to try your answer again?”
Through her tears she apologized. “Please… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what, baby?”
“Being sassy and calling you a jerk,” Tiff choked out.
Lukus finished the swat already in progress, but finally halted the spanking, leaving her upside down. Tiff was relieved he’d stopped, but was more than aware of the vision she must have made for Lukus right now, her pink ass in the air ready for more punishment if she misbehaved again. The memories that had started this whole chain of events returned with a vengeance and she was happy he couldn’t see her face in this precarious position.
Lukus was still holding her right hand in his own as he gently began to massage her thighs, careful to avoid rubbing relief to her burning ass. “Now that we have that cleared up, I think I’ll leave you in this position as we go back to the beginning of our conversation. That way, if I don’t like your answers, I’m ready to pick up where I left off. I’ll ask one more time. What was wrong when Derek and Rachel arrived? Don’t try to tell me nothing because I saw it. Something upset you and I want to know what it was. Are you afraid of Derek?”
Tiffany was glad he added on the last question. That was an easy one to answer. “I’m not afraid of Derek, no. I know you’d never let him hurt me.”
“Damn straight. I’m the only one who’s going to be touching this beautiful body of yours. So, if not Derek, what had you spooked?”
It may have been only a day since she’d met him, but Tiff had already learned there was no point in trying to hide anything from this remarkable man. She had no idea how, but he’d know if she held anything back. Total truth was the only path forward.
“It was Rachel dressed as a naughty schoolgirl. That and Derek carrying the Irish school strap on his belt. It looks exactly like the strap my high school friends always had hanging in the dining room at their house. Her parents were very strict and would use it to punish Mary Ellen and her brothers and sisters if they got in trouble.”
“I see. Were they punished in front of you, or after you’d left, and you just heard about it from Mary Ellen?”
“Oh, God. Don’t make me talk about this. Please.”
“Answer me, baby. How else are we going to learn more about each other?” His words were a command, but his tone was soft, patient.
“Both.” Her reply came out in a whimper.
“Tell me. Were you ever a naughty girl who had to be punished while at their house?”
With a relieved whoosh Tiff answered truthfully. “Oh, no. I was terrified it might happen, though. I was so careful to never do anything that might get me in trouble while I was there.”
“Interesting. Were you that afraid of a spanking, Tiff?” His voice sounded wary, as if he might have already pushed her too hard.
She wasn’t sure she knew how to explain it. “Not exactly.”
“So what exactly?”
“I was more afraid of embarrassing myself in front of Mary Ellen and her family.”
“I see. So, the humiliation of the public punishment would be worse than the punishment itself?”
“Sort of.”
“Explain.”
“Please, Sir. Can we talk about this later?”
Tiff should have kept her mouth shut. At least over his knee he couldn’t see her expressions. As if knowing he was at a disadvantage by not seeing her eyes, he helped her stand before immediately pulling her to sit in his lap, the borrowed boxers still bunched at her knees as she rested on her tender red cheeks. He took the time to brush her now messy hair back from her face, swiping gently at the stray tears he’d caused with his punishment.
Lukus flashed her a supportive smile after getting her cleaned up. “We’ll talk about it now, Tiff. These are important things for us to discuss. There’s nothing about you I don’t want to know.” Cupping her face gently with the same hand that had moments ago been connecting with her bottom, Lukus let her calm further before pushing again. “Answer me, please. Were you more afraid of the pain of the punishment or of being embarrassed by being punished in front of your friend?”
“Neither, I guess.”
Lukus looked mildly surprised. “Okay. I didn’t expect that answer. Keep going, baby.”
“I just didn’t want what happened to Mary Ellen’s twin sister to happen to me. I would have just died.” Tiff could feel her breathing coming heavy again.
“I’ll bite. What happened to Mary Ellen’s sister?”
“Let’s just say Kathleen was a brat. By the time we were ready to leave for college, she was getting a strapping at least once a week for one reason or another.”
“Let me guess. Kathleen liked it. She was probably a budding submissive.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure she was an exhibitionist, too. She loved the attention being in trouble would bring her. Mary Ellen would joke that she could predict Kathleen’s mood and behavior based on who else was visiting. She would do something to earn a spanking more often when I was there, but she would pull out all the stops when other friends came over.”
“Let me guess. When her brother’s friends came over?”
“How’d you know that?”
Lukus was chuckling. “Lucky guess.”
“I’d never seen anything like it. I would have been mortified if I were her, but it was like she enjoyed having an audience. I think her parents figured out what was going on, too, because at that point she was only strapped in private. But we were all just in the next room so we could still hear everything. She was very… vocal. There were times I would have rather been in the room watching than in the kitchen with the rest of the family.”
“You liked to watch?”
“No… well, yes. I mean… stop getting me confused.”
Lukus was full-out laughing at her now. “Oh, baby. I’m gonna say it again, but I’d refrain from calling me a big jerk if I were you. You’re adorable when you blush.”
Tiffany bit her lower lip. She really did want to call him a jerk again, but her ass talked her into holding back. “Gee… thanks.”
“So why not the kitchen?”
“It was worse being in the next room with her brothers and their friends. If their mom was there it was bad enough, but when their mom wasn’t in the kitchen… let’s just say I learned a lot about sex in that kitchen listening as Kathleen got her ass whipped.”
“I can imagine. Teenage boys would have a field day with something like that.”
“Well, and by the time this was happening, we were all in college. They all knew their sister had gotten off on getting strapped and talked about wanting to find women like her in college. I knew her brothers really well because I would practice basketball drills and play one-on-one with them. I was so worried that… well… I just tried to melt into the background, hoping they’d never notice what happened when I thought of being spanked with that damn strap.”
“I think I’m starting to understand. You were most afraid that her brothers would notice that you were getting turned on by the spanking, weren’t you?”