Eric straightened, staring down at Andie as she trembled. Her arms remained above her head, just as he had instructed her, her fists clenching and unclenching nervously.

Eric smiled; Andie's nerves feeding the beast inside him.

Without a word, he reached for the hem of her dress. It lifted easily, and displayed a pair of white panties lined with elegant lace. Curiously, Eric lifted her dress higher, and found a matching bralette, all white and lacy with silkily little ribons tied in pretty bows down the front.

"Andie," Eric teasingly scolded. "What a naughty little girl for wearing such lingerie beneath her dress all night."

Andie's eyes widened and her cheeks blossomed with pink.

Eric released one of the bows by tugging at one of the loose strings of ribbon dangling across Andie's skin.

"Did you wear these just for me, babygirl? Was somebody hoping to catch my attention tonight?" he leaned down low and whispered in her ear. When he pulled back, he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. "Such a desperate little girl...wanted to be fucked so badly tonight, didn't she? Is that what you had in mind when you slipped on this little outfit and came down here in such a fit of fury?"

"No!" Andie gasped. Her arms involuntarily jerked, dislodging her wrists briefly from the mattress. But, she caught herself immediately. Eric noticed, of course. Andie was sure that nothing would get by him this evening. But he just lifted an eyebrow in observation before smiling coolly at her.

"No, what?" he asked her so suddenly, so vaguely, and so matter-of-factly that at first she had no idea what he was referring to. When she neglected to reply, Eric shook his head and tutted disapprovingly.

"I need you to be a little more on your toes tonight..." he murmured as he crossed his arms and tilted his head thougthfully. He observed her through narrowed eyes, and Andie shifted nervously beneath his intense stare.

"Tell me," he continued casually. "When was the last time you were taken across someone's knee?"

Andie gulped. "N-not since...you," she told him, refraining from discussing the other two guys she had tried to turn into Eric all those years ago.

"Oh, then I think you're long overdo for a little discipline, don't you think?"

"A spanking?"

"Yes, Andie," he replied as he walked her across the room to a simple wooden back chair. "Wouldn't you like a spanking?" he asked as lowered himself to the chair before tugging her to stand between his knees. A hot blush crawled up her neck at Eric's question, and he smiled dangerously at it.

"Come now... Admit that you want me to bend you over my knee and spank your bare little bottom until you're writhing in my lap like the naughty little girl you are."

A needy little whine bubbled up Andie's throat, her mouth watering at Eric's words.

"Admit it, Andie. We won't begin until you admit it."

"I...I want it."

Eric turned his ear towards her. "I'm sorry? I didn't catch that."

"I want a spanking," Andie breathed.

"Where?"

"O-on my...bare-bottom."

"Over my knee?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ah, there it is..." he smiled. "That's the title I was looking for. You are going to address me properly for the remainder of this evening, do you understand?" His grip tightening on her wrists and he drew her down to her knees. "I am your Master tonight," he told her, their faces inches apart. "I am your Sir, your Dominant..." he smiled. "...Your Daddy."

Andie's eyes widened and her heart froze in her chest.

"Ooh...You liked that."

"N-no—"

"Don't lie," he scolded. "Naughty girls who lie to their Daddies get spankings, don't they?"

Andie had never explored this side of BDSM. The word 'Daddy' made her feel small and vulnerable. More small and vulnerable than she already felt, which was already pretty microscopic. She wasn't sure if she'd survive the night if she was brought down to absolutely nothing.

"Yes..." Andie whispered, her eyes locked to his.

"Yes, what...?

"Yes, sir."

"Try again."

Swallowing a whimper, Andie chewed on her lip for a lengthy second before answering.

"Y-yes...Daddy..."

It rolled off her tongue easier than she expected it to. And she almost liked the way it sounded.

"Bend over my knee, Andie," he instructed, even though he did most of the work for her by lifting her from under her arms and draping her across his lap.

Andie closed her eyes and savored the position that had been absent from her life for so long.

God, she had missed it...

Eric lifted the back of her dress to the small of her back. His hand smoothed across the curve of her bottom, teasing the lacy trim with his fingers. "So pretty..." he admired before slipping his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down to her knees. He splayed his knees widely apart, lifting her toes from the ground and perching her bottom high.

She felt so small, so helpless...

"Spread your legs, Andie. I want to see every bit of you."

She did as she was told, no matter how difficult it was to will her legs apart so that Eric might gaze freely at her most intimate areas.

"Good girl," he praised, as if he were truly proud of her for doing as he asked. She appreciated it, because it hadn't been easy.

His large palm patted her left cheek right above her thigh where her bottom bounced the most. He seemed to be appreciating the view as his pats increased in crescendo until he was delivering firm and quick swats that covered the underside of each cheek.

Andie hissed through her teeth and jerked her hips left and right in an attempt to evade his stinging hand.

Eric stopped immediately.

"Has it been so long that you've forgotten one of the most important rules of a spanking?"

Breathless, Andie hung her head and whimpered. She knew which rule he was referring to.

"I'm sorry..."

"Excuse me?" he pressed. "What was that?"

"I'm sorry...Daddy."

"For?"

"Moving during my spanking..."

"Shall I fetch something a little worse than my hand to remind you how to behave during discipline?"

"No, sir—Daddy—I won't move again," she answered quickly, wary of feeling more than his hand on her bare bottom.

He proceeded, swatting her blushing backside, and increasing the force of his smacks until Andie was receiving a full spanking. He paddled her bare bottom with the flat of his hand while she whined and cried and struggled to keep her bottom sill.

"Oh, stop whining," he taunted. "If I reached between your legs, I'd find you dripping wet, wouldn't I?"

Gasping, Andie shook her head wildly.

"No? You wouldn't happen to be lying again, would you, little girl?"

He didn't give her the chance to respond before he ceased spanking her and then slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers dipped between her warm wet folds, and circled the hardened nub at the apex of her thighs.

Andie jerked at the unexpected touch, every trace of her skin on high alert. She felt as if she were buzzing like a battery, all overheated and jumpy. And when Eric pressed down with his fingers, Andie cried through clenched teeth. Her legs clamped shut immediately.

"Open them."

She reluctantly obeyed.

And then he was circling her clit again. Andie's nails dug deeply into the denim of Eric's jeans.

"So wet," Eric breathed from above. "Naughty, naughty girl." He removed his fingers and resumed spanking her. "Such a bad little girl. Enjoying her punishment. Perhaps if I spank this pink bottom to a pretty red..."

He spanked her soundly. Andie cried heartily but she didn't try to evade his hand this time. She lifted it for him, eager for his praise, and knowing that when the spanking stopped, she would be hungry for another, so she needed to get her fill now, no matter how badly it hurt.

"Please!"

The word escaped her. Eric's hand stilled.

"Please? Please, what? Please, stop? Please, 'spank me harder'? Tell me, Andie."

"I...I don't know," Andie answered breathlessly.

"Please..." Eric continued as his hand dipped once more between her legs. "'Finger-fuck me until I scream'?"

Eric pressed one finger deep inside her wet warmth, drawing a long shudder from Andie as pleasure riverbrated up her body. When he removed his finger and added another, he pulled a low moan from her.

"Be a good girl now and ask for permission to come."

"Oh, please..." she gasped as his fingers pumped steadily in and out of her.

"That's not good enough, Andie."

Breathless and nearly sobbing with each shuddering breath that exhaled from her chest, Andie groaned as she considered how she would possible speak while Eric toyed with her body.

"May..." The first hint of orgasm rolled through her belly. "May I please come, sir...?

"Thank me for fucking you with my fingers."

"Thank you, sir, for—" Andie gasped as another wave rolled through her, temporarily stiffening her body. "Thank you for fucking me with your fingers, sir, I—"

"'Daddy,'" he corrected firmly.

"D-daddy!" Andie whined, her voice strained, her body stiff and trembling.

"Start over and say it correctly now."

"Thank you for fucking me with your fingers, Daddy!" She cried, the words rushing from her mouth just as an orgasm crashed over her, drowning her senses.

"Thank you," she whimpered breathlessly at each shuddering shock of lightning coursed through her. "Thank you....thank you....thank....you...."

"There's a good girl," he praised as his fingers rolled her into another orgasm, pumping deeply inside of her. "Such a good girl...Come for Daddy, babygirl. There's a good girl..."

High pitched cries erupted from her as the second orgasm poured in before she could recover from the first. Through clenched eyes, wet with tears, Andie gasped for breath as the pressure of two climaxes pressed heavily around her.

Eric slowly removed his fingers, but they didn't go far. He trailed them up between her wet lips before settling on her clit.

"No, please!"

"Again," he commanded as he quickly circled her clit with the tip of his middle fingers.

She whined her desperate protests loudly as another orgasm loomed around the corner of her last.

"Again."

"I can't, I can't, I can't," she babbled breathlessly, her legs shaking, her hands gripping at his legs, her head thrashing.

But by Eric's command her third orgasm hit her.

Andie's mouth opened wide in what should have been a scream, but no sound escaped her. For a moment everything disappeared, and when she became aware of her surroundings once again, she felt Eric petting her bottom, her thighs, her wet folds—gingerly. He continued to touch her as reality returned.

"Such a very good girl..." she heard him murmur from above. "Such a drunk little girl, hmm?"

She felt his hands in her hair and she all but purred at his touch.

"I'm not done with you yet, Andie...You understand that, right?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, feeling as drunk as Eric said she was.

Gingerly, Eric lifted her until she was facing him, straddling his lap. Her dress fell back into place, but her lack of panties left her bare and pressing against the hard bulge beneath his jeans.

Reaching for the short sleeves of her dress, he slowly slipped them down her arms until the dress gathered at the waist. For a moment he simply admired the pretty white lace of her bralette. And then he tugged at each loose ribbon of each bow, until the garment was loosely falling open. With very little effort, Eric slipped the bra off her shoulders, and it easily fell down her arms and onto the floor.

"What's your safeword?" he asked her as his hands cupped her breasts.

"Red," she whispered; watching him through heavily lidded eyes.

"Good girl," he replied in a whisper of his own before his mouth descended towards her nipple.