His promise has my entire being begging to please.

I want to be a good girl... his good girl, to hear his praise, but I also want more. Already my panties are soaked, and although my ass is no doubt red and throbbing, I don't want this to end...

"Please, Sir," I beg, feeling my cheeks burn and core throb.

Agonizingly slow, he trails a hand up the back of my thigh, against my skin, inching higher and higher. My breath hitches mid thigh as I feel my skirt bunch as he lifts it, sliding his rough hands against my delicate skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake.

His fingers feel like ice against my flaming hot ass as he exposes it to the cool air. Carefully he hooks his thumb in the waistband of my panties and tugs them down slightly, exposing my ass fully to him. My heart flutters in anticipation as he teases me.

The measured, sensual movements draw a breathy moan from my parted lips as I shift on his lap impatiently. This feels so wrong and so right all at once. The throbbing in my core only feeds my anticipation as push my ass out more, aching for his touch.

Being bent over his knee leaves me helpless and at his mercy, but now I feel a whole new level of vulnerability. I should feel ashamed or uncomfortable but instead I'm excited and turned on.

"So pretty, " he murmurs, running the back of his knuckles up the back of my thigh once more towards my ass. His teasing has me frustrated and squirming against him, urging him on.

*Snap*

The sharp stinging sensation is heard as much as felt as he lightly strikes my ass, stealing my breath. My core clenches in reaction to the sensation, a sting followed by a burn but he brings his palm back and rubs away the sting.

*Snap*

He repeats the process on the other cheek. I yelp and squirm on his lap but can't hold back my wanton moan as his powerful hand palms and kneads my ass cheek in the most soothing way, making me whimper in pleasure.

Again and again, he brings his palm down alternating sides, making me buck over his lap and leaving me a panting, moaning mess. He's not faring any better, his hardness presses into my stomach and I don't miss his sharp inhales of breath with each spank and harsh breathing.

Errant tears slip down my cheeks as emotions flood me. I've always found pleasure with pain and I was ashamed until I learned about submission. There were others like me and it was ok, it didn't make me a bad person.

Being able to embrace that side of me is freeing, and finding out I still could, gives me a sense of peace and liberty I never dreamed of. Happiness, relief and desire dominate my emotions as well as an eagerness for more.

All too soon Jonathan stops, his breathing heavy and strained as he rests his hand heavily on my back, stilling me. A moment later he reaches over to a drawer in his desk, shuffling around for something. I'm lost in my euphoric haze, his movements barely register over my panting and hammering heart beat. Something like ice hits my flaming ass, making me squeak and try to bolt upright. Jonathan's strong hands pin me in place as he chuckles lightly, sending vibrations through me.

"Relax Bella, it's just lotion," he mumbles as he starts to rub the soothing cream across my tender behind. Jonathan is just as thorough with the lotion as he was spanking me, I can feel a uniform throbbing heat evenly across both cheeks, but he stayed above my sit spot and thighs. His hands feel like magic as he rubs the cream across my searing skin, trailing cooling relief in their wake.

Instantly I melt into his lap, enjoying the gentle relief as a soft 'mmm' slips past my lips. I can feel his care with each gentle caress, even during my punishment, he was attentive, checking in to make sure I was ok. I never thought I could feel this safe submitting ever again, but he made that possible.

When he's done, Jonathan slides my panties back up and pulls my skirt back down. After giving me a moment to collect myself he helps me stand, steadying me with an arm around my waist and looks down at me so tenderly it makes my heart hurt. Jonathan swipes the remnants of the tears from my cheeks, and lifts my chin to make me look at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks, with a hint of concern.

"Yes Sir," I reply. In all honesty this is the quietest my mind has been in months.

"I can be a hard and demanding man, Bella," he warns. "But I'd rather reward you than punish you... You want to be rewarded, don't you?" His brown eyes bore into mine, pinning me in place like he's reading my mind.

"Yes, Sir," I whimper honestly. The thought of more of this has my heart fluttering in my throat, leaving me desperate to please.

"I don't want to hear you say anything negative about yourself, understood?" He warns, furrowing his brows.

"Yes Sir," I promise, not wanting to upset him.

"The next time the punishment will double," he adds to prove his point. I swallow hard, knowing it's a promise, not hollow words.

I turn to grab the files that I was working on before this happened but he grabs my wrist and stills me instantly. Gently he pulls me away from the desk and back to him, making my skirt swish across my hot ass, drawing a small wince from me.

"Leave it," he says, drawing me close. The heat rolling off of him, lulls me further into my relaxed state, making my eyelids droop.

"I can do it," I protest weakly. Really there's just some filing to do, it would take less than ten minutes.

"I have no doubt in your ability to force yourself," he murmurs, caressing my cheek. "But you are exhausted, you can barely keep your eyes open." Subconsciously I lean into his gentle caress, earning a satisfied smile.

"But-"

"No buts! I'll finish up here, I want you to go upstairs, change and take a nap," he orders, leaving no room for argument. "I'll order in tonight and wake you up for dinner. Go," he says softer, opening his arms and ushering me out.

Immediately I miss his contact as I step away and head to the door, looking once more over my shoulder before closing the door and heading upstairs to my room. Absentmindedly I strip and throw an oversized sweatshirt on with a pair of fresh panties and slip into bed.

An involuntary hiss slips past my gritted teeth as my tender bottom comes into contact with the cold sheets. I twist, laying down on my stomach and pull the blankets up, relaxing into the lush comforter. There's a satisfying dull ache across my ass but a smile hangs on my lips as sleep claims me in record time.

For the first time in months I slip down into a deep, dreamless sleep, finally getting the rest I so desperately need.