Gasping, Andie tumbled over Eric's knee. Within seconds, he had lifted her t-shirt and lowered her white cotton panties to her knees.

"Wh-why am I getting a spanking?" She whined softly, half-heartedly kicking her feet and shifting in his lap as if he might let her up.

"Because a spanking will calm your anxieties," he replied, holding her firmly to him. She settled her kicking, knowing it was useless as he was so much larger than him.

"N-not a bad one?"

"Since when do you worry about the severity of the spanking?" he chuckled, delivering a few pats to the curve of her bare bottom. "The bad spankings have the most affect on you, Andie."

"They also hurt the most," she grumbled dryly, earning her a swat to the back of her thigh. She yipped.

"I'm also spanking you for nearly packing your bags and leaving me without a word."

"Nearly. I didn't do it, did I?"

Another swat landed to the back of her thigh.

"If I hadn't walked in when I did, you wouldn't be here right now, would you?"

Andie chewed on the inside of her cheek, honestly unsure of where she would be if Eric hadn't walked in on her when he did. Perhaps she would have talked herself out of leaving? Or, perhaps her anxieties would have gotten the worst of her, and she would be pulling onto the interstate right now...

"Your silence tells me that you wouldn't."

Sighing, Andie settled her chin onto the comforter of Eric's bed, wincing quietly through each smack of her spanking. He alternated cheeks, delivering a steady spanking for a lengthy minute before pausing. When he stopped, Andie was breathing heavily, and her bottom was glowing a pretty pink.

"Such a good girl for holding still..." he hummed his appreciation as his palm smoothed gently across her cheeks.

Lifting her head, Andie bit her lip nervously before asking; "do you do this often...?"

His hand paused on Andie's bottom.

"You mean...do I spank girls often?"

Andie nodded.

"You seem to have a reputation at the Green Parlour, and I'm not upset about that, I was just...curious."

Seeming to think for a moment, Eric got quiet before lifting Andie until she was sitting in his lap. He held her close, cradling her as if she was much younger and helpless.

"Not long after I left..." he began, his eyes looking elsewhere. "I realized I still had that itch to be...in control. I thought about it often; I thought about you often. It drove me crazy... Eventually, I started dating around, and when I did, I discovered that I couldn't have a normal relationship. The women who I was dating also realized that and the majority of my relationships ended quickly." Eric's eyes found hers and Andie listened. "You brought something out in me... And I couldn't stuff it back down. It was out for good, and I..." Eric sighed and shook his head. "I needed it, Andie. I hate admitting that to you and I sound so ridiculous saying it outloud, but I needed it. I needed that control, that power, that dominance... So, I sought it out with like-minded individuals, and then when I felt like I had outgrown the scene, I developed my own. Thus...the Green Parlour."

Andie's eyes widened. "You own the Green Parlour?"

Eric nodded.

"With Teddy. I was about a year in when I met him. He had a lot of suggestions and I needed the help."

It made sense, Andie thought to herself. When she watched him on her first night there, he seemed like the lord of his own underground kingdom. He commanded the room with his presence. And the way everybody looked at him... Like he stood taller than all of them.

"What are you thinking?" He asked her softly, coaxing her eyes up to his. She blinked, lost in her own thoughts."

"I... I liked watching you, before anyone knew I was there. You were with someone else... It was mesmerizing."

"Oh, my girl is a little Voyeur," he teased.

"What is that?"

"It means that you enjoy watching others while they're engaged in sexual activity."

Andie scrunched her nose. "Is that...weird? Am I weird?"

"No, Andie, there's nothing weird about it."

She squirmed anyway, feeling odd despite Eric's argument. "I kind of liked having the others watch me too..." Her big eyes returned to Eric's. "Does that make me weird?"

He smiled. "That's called exhibitionism. It means you enjoy being watched while partaking in sexual activity."

"You know a lot about this," Andie chuckled nervously.

"I do," Eric replied with one nod. "I've kind of made myself an expert of it. I could probably answer all of your questions."

Andie nibbled on her lip as she considered what she didn't know and what she would like to understand better. While she brainstormed, Eric's hand smoothed down the backs of thighs and patted her bottom. Despite laying face up in his lap, he cradled her in a way that kept her bottom exposed, so he could reach down and have easy access to it.

Eric patted her bottom until it started to sting. She squirmed and whined half-heartedly.

"Go on, little girl. Ask your question. I know you're thinking of one."

Andie blushed at the nickname he had given her. Then, she lowered her eyes and mumbled through her whines as Eric continued to smack at her bottom: "It's not really a question..."

"What is it?"

His hand stopped swatting and smoothed back and forth across her pink cheeks.

"I was just thinking... I'd like it if you could watch me like how I watched you. I think...I think I'd make you proud. I mean, I'd want to make you proud." Andie shook her head, stumbling badly with her words. But Eric only smiled.

"It's OK, Andie. I want you to feel comfortable discussing your interests with me. If I'm not comfortable with them, I will be honest with you."

Andie nodded, and Eric resumed patting her bottom, a little more gently this time, as he spoke to her.

"I wouldn't be opposed to sharing you with somebody else for the sake of you experiencing exhibitionism, but right now, there's only one person I would trust with you."

"Teddy?" she piped.

Eric growled. "Don't so excited, girl." He pinched the inside of her thigh, and Andie squealed. "Teddy lives up to his name, however. I think he might bore you with how considerate and cuddly he can be."

"I like consideration and cuddles."

"You like rough and mean," Eric growled playfully.

Andie blushed all the way up to her hair. He was right. She loved it when he was mean and degrading. She loved feeling humiliated by him. If he were to drop his darkest side and coddle her instead, she would feel disappointed and sad.

Andie looked up and curled her arms around Eric's neck. "I like you."

His expression softened and he smiled. "If you're feeling up for it, I'll take you to the Green Parlour this weekend and we'll see what kind of trouble you can get yourself into."

Andie smiled, feeling identically nervous and excited at the prospect of returning to his club.

"Now," Eric continued, his voice firmer, deeper. "I believe we have a spanking to finish up."

Instead of rolling her back over his knee, he helped her off his lap. Standing before him, he instructed her to remove her shirt. She obeyed, warily, and was left to stand fully nude between his knees.

"Now, crawl up onto the bed. I want you on your hands and knees."

Not one to argue or disobey, Andie slowly carried out his command. She felt nervous as she properly positioned herself; having never been in this position with Eric before. Most of her spankings were over his knee.

"Good girl..." Eric hummed, and at his words, Andie felt a shiver rake down her spine. She allowed herself to glance up just once, and there she spotted the darkening of Eric's eyes. He was letting his darker side out, and Andie buzzed with anticipation.

"Did I give you permission to look at me, Andie?"

"No, sir."

Andie immediately turned her head forward. She listened as Eric moved around the room behind her. A drawer opened and closed. He had retrieved something, but she couldn't see. And then he returned to her side and Andie felt the weight of something smooth and cold on her bottom.

"It's been an awfully long time since you've been paddled, hasn't it, Andie?"

Her stomach flipped, and her nerves took over.

"Y-yes, sir..." she whimpered.

"I can tell..." Eric drawled. "Perhaps a sound paddling on your bare bottom will keep you from pulling another stunt like the one you almost pulled today, hmm?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, and a light swat of the paddle landed on her right cheek.

Andie jumped, and gasped.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you."

"Yes, sir!" She answered more clearly, just as he landed another swat on top of the first.

"Let's see if my little girl can hold still during her paddling."

Andie wasn't centered in the middle of the bed. She was close to the edge, so Eric was able to hold her hip to his body while he wielded the paddle upon her bare bottom.

It had been a long time since she had been paddled, just like Eric had said, and her bottom was definitely not accustomed to it. She struggled to hold still, and cried out with every heavy swat he landed. After twelve, he stopped, and Andie felt his warm hand rubbing the sting from her cheeks. It felt lovely, and Andie moaned softly.

"Thank you for paddling me, sir..."

Eric hummed appreciatively. "Such a good girl."

His other hand released her hip and moved to fondle and tease her breasts. He plucked at her nipples, twisting and tweaking until she was a squirming, fussing, mess. Then his hand dipped low and his fingers slipped slowly through the wet folds between her thighs. She shuddered, her fingers digging into the comforter of the bed. And then she winced.

"Still a little sore?"

Andie reluctantly nodded. "But it's OK, it's not that bad!" She tried to reassure just as Eric was pulling away.

"You need to recover, sweetheart."

Andie's heart melted at his consideration, but she still felt a pang of disappointment. She sat up, and Eric smiled downed at her pouting face and cupped her jaw in his hands.

"Don't pout, my sweet girl. We have a lifetime ahead of us-remember?"