Andie felt as if she were floating away from her body as Eric tugged her black panties down to her knees.

Was this really happening, she wondered? Part of her felt that she must have fallen asleep in the car on the way home, and her curious mind was creating deliciously deviant dreams in her head.

Her body hummed, and she swallowed a sigh as Eric's calloused palm skimmed down the curve of her naked backside.

Eric had no idea what he was doing to her. Had he any idea how often she fantasized about this very thing? How responsive she was to him? How her insides fluttered with every brush of his hand across her skin?

Why? Why did she like this so much?

From his place above with Andie's bottom propped perfectly against his leg, Eric was wondering the same. He was enjoying this—too much.

Yes, sir...

Andie's breathy replied echoed in his ears, and it made his head roar.

Where did that come from, he wondered? Not that he disliked it—on the contrary. He felt himself grow in size at her words, as if the very title she gave him placed him on a pedestal that overlooked everything and everyone. He felt in-command, indomitable, larger than life...

Shoulders pulled back, spine straightened, head tilted as if he were looking down at his prey... Eric drew back his hand and brought it down upon the creamy swell of her bottom with a satisfying swat!

Andie gasped. Eric watched his handprint blush across the white of her skin. He appreciated the way it looked on her. He was almost proud of it. He did it again, and again. Little huffs escaped Andie's lips, and her hips shifted as if she were trying to get away from the sting.

Eric wasn't sure what came over him, but he didn't feel much like himself in that moment. Every little action, every decision felt drawn out as if he had all the time in the world. And the thoughts that wandered through his mind had him pausing the spanking to speak to Andie.

"Why are you moving?" he asked her, his voice low, his tone testing.

"It hurts," she breathed.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no, sir."

"Then what should you be doing?"

"...Holding still."

"Yes," he hummed, delivering another swat to her bottom. She mewled softly, her back arching, her front lifting from the mattress. But her bottom remained where it was, her hips didn't shift in the slightest. "Good girl," he praised as he delivered another. She whined again, louder this time, and again, she held still. "Such a good listener..."

"Yes, sir," she breathlessly responded.

"You enjoy listening don't you?"

"Yes, sirrrrrrr!" her reply drew out into a soft cry as Eric delivered a smack mid-reply.

It hurt, Andie thought to herself. Her bottom ached, but it wasn't unbearable. Even if it was, she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop. She was lost in this; the way Eric spoke to her, the way he was handling her. She didn't want it to end.

Smack!

An especially hard swat landed low on Andie's bottom, near her thigh, shocking a cry from her.

"Are you listening to me, Andie?" Eric asked, his voice raised and displeased. It sent s tremor down her spine.

It excited her...

"Y-yes, sir," she answered him quickly, and he responded before she had even finished.

"Then why didn't you answer my question? What did I say?"

"Um..." Andie bit her lip, her voice trembling.

"You weren't listening were you, Andie?" Eric asked her, his voice low and lethally soft.

"No, sir... I'm sorry..." She buried her face in the blankets, anticipating another spanking, and torn between the fear and excitement she felt at the prospect of it.

In the silence, Eric's disapproving tut-tut echoed back to her, and a splash of goosebumps pebbled across her skin.

"And I was just praising you for being a good girl."

Something flipped low in her belly. It shocked a gasp and a low moan from her. She pressed her hot forehead to her arms and tried to will the feeling away; concentrating on the spanking, the burn in her backside, the punishment she had earned for her sass earlier that evening.

...But as Eric continued, she couldn't deny how wholly and sinfully aroused she was.

"I'm going to give you a very long spanking on your bare bottom, Andie. You're going to keep still. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, not trusting the sound of her own voice.

"I'm sorry?" A swat landed on the back of her thigh.

"Yes, sir!" She cried.

"Good girl... I don't want to repeat myself. Make sure I can hear you loud and clear the first time. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," she answered clearly, not wishing to make the same mistake twice.

"Good. Now—I want you to lift your hips for me. Arch your lower back, and push your bottom out—yes. Just like that. And keep still."

Dear God, she was melting. Her insides were literally melting, she could feel it, feel it all pooling inside of her and escaping from a very secret and sinful place that she hoped to God Eric couldn't see.

With her current position, however, she was sure that he must; with her bottom lifted for him. She was giving herself over to his punishment. She was accepting it, all but begging for it. It all showed a darker corner of Eric's mind that Andie wasn't so sure she could deny. He was her weakness; him—all by himself. But as his darkest self, she might as well lay herself down as if he were a wolf and she was his meal.

She would never be able to deny him.

Eric tried to regain control of himself. Just before her spanking would officially begin, he coolled his head down and spoke to himself. This was punishment, he told the excited side of him that found himself overly-enthusiastic about having a girl over his lap. He could lose himself some with the dialogue between himself and Andie; she seemed to have done the same. But he couldn't afford to do it while he was in the job of delivering a lesson.

Andie needed to learn. She also needed him to be in-control; even if she wasn't. And by the look of it...(Eric looked over his shoulder to spot the breathless, and restless girl on the bed)...she wasn't entirely with him right now.

It didn't matter, he told himself as he shook his head and returned to the job at hand. She needed this; she was happier because of it; they both were. It was important to them, this...arrangement. He wasn't entirely sure why, and it wasn't something they could ever discuss with anyone, but whatever it was, needed to be handled with great care.

They couldn't abuse their special relationship, which was why Eric couldn't lose himself while disciplining Andie.

It was a big responsibility, and he wasn't going to botch it.

He started slow, delivering swat after swat to her lower bare bottom, alternating cheeks. While he concentrated, small appreciative comments came through from the excitable bit of his mind that adored the way Andie's bottom bounced and blushed beneath his hand. Within the first minute, he quickened his pace, spanking the curve of her bottom to a pretty red.

It hurt, he could tell by the sound of Andie's whines. Her toes thumped against the floor and her ankles crossed and uncrossed restlessly. She did everything but move her bottom, and Eric was very proud of her control. It told him that she was taking this seriously too, even if a part of her had been lost to the moment, just like he had been; she still had a greater understanding of what was going on.

He delivered a long spanking, just as he promised. The swats weren't overly hard; just hard enough that once delivered many times it would smart something fierce. He was three minutes into the spanking when Andie's whines started to sound thick as if her throat was welling with tears. He felt like he was just about there, so he returned to the lowest curve of her bottom and focused the remainder of the punishment where he knew it was most sensitive.

Even as Andie cried, her hips didn't move. Her feet even settled down. She lied perfectly still over his lap as if she had entirely given herself over to the spanking.

Eric couldn't put into words how proud he was; something he felt a little silly for—being proud of a girl for holding still during a spanking...

After Eric had delivered the last two, he rubbed his hand over the soft, scorching, skin of her red bottom. He did that until her cries settled into soft sniffles. When her face was no longer buried, and her arms were spread out and far enough away from her face where he could see it; he spoke.

"What did we learn today, Andie?" He asked her softly, the devil in him suppressed for the time being.

"Not to sass," she answered with a voice that trembled ever-so-slightly.

"And what happens when we do?"

"I get a spanking."

"Yes... Do you want another spanking like this, Andie?"

"No, sir," she answered softly, and a small smiled quirked at Eric's lips because they both know that wasn't true.

"Then we have to be a good girl, don't we?"

"Yes, sir... I'll be a good girl."

The devil inside him stirred at her words, but he pushed him down—way, way down.

"Good..." he hummed, his eyes returning to her well-spanked bottom. "You took your spanking very well." His hand brushed down the swell of her red cheek. "I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you, sir..." she sighed, and when Eric looked back, he spotted Andie's eyes closing and a soft dreamy smile tugging at her lips. With a shake of his head, a smile quirked at his lips as well.

What was he going to do with her?

What were they going to do with each other?