A Thousand Yesses by Jane Henry

whispered. “And I’m gonna warm your ass for it.”
    Celia
felt ashamed, and turned on, and excited, and nervous, all at once.
    He
patted his lap. In that moment she knew, for as long as she lived, she would
never forget the image of Maverick sitting on the couch, looking at her
sternly, but not unkindly, patting his lap to beckon her to assume the position
to be punished.
    Standing
on wobbling legs, she placed herself over his lap.
    Spanking
was not new to her. She’d been tied up and gagged, whipped with a flogger and
caned, paddled in nightclubs, and hell, she’d even wielded the paddle herself a
time or two, to appease a few guys she knew who liked to switch. Celia was no
spanking virgin. But for some reason, it felt suddenly like this was her first
time. Even though she had been over his knee, it was years ago, and she
was a different person now.
    This
felt different. There was a heat between them, and she understood that he was
doing more than playacting. He’d told her before to stop eating crap and making herself sick. Once he’d even found a package of
fudge-covered Oreos she’d bought as break-up consolation food. He’d lectured
her and thrown it all away. She knew he didn’t like to her to self-sabotage.
    His
voice strengthened as he faced the camera again. “Ensure proper position. For a
smaller girl like my girl here, over the knee is what I prefer. Easy to
restrain, intimate, and you can tell her reaction easily. Also, many girls find
it easier to take a punishment if she’s over your lap.”
    My
girl.
    My
girl.
    Why
did he have to say ‘my girl’?
    “Sometimes,
I may have a submissive kneel on the couch, especially if she’s getting
strapped with my belt.” Celia felt her breath catch, and her heart skipped a
beat. Holy shit, she’d never get over this night. “Kneeling on a chair is
another position, or up against a wall. For longer implements, those positions
are preferable. But for a good paddling, over the knee works well.”
    He
turned his attention to Celia. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, young
lady?” he asked sternly.
    “No,
sir,” she said, as if they’d practiced this before. She was about to be
spanked, but she’d play her part fine. It felt funny, but strangely satisfying
to say sir to Maverick.
    He
lifted the paddle, and without warning – Whack!
    The
breath hissed out of her and she squealed a bit. She couldn’t believe the other
girl had said he couldn’t spank. The swat from the leather paddle stung and
warmed her, though she was still wearing jeans. Wham! Another
hard swat. Whack! Another one fell. She was having a hard time
staying in position. Her bottom was on fire, and she could hardly focus on what
was coming as another hard swat of the paddle caught her just above the tender
part of her thigh.
    “Do
that again, and next time, I’ll spank you bare,” he said, his voice low and
growly. Her leg flew up with the next swat, but he was ready. One leg lifted
and he pinned her into place with a leg over hers. Tight under his leg, one
enormous hand pinning her down, she felt the sharp sting of the paddle fall
again and again. She lost track of how many swats he gave her. The spanking
went on, and on, and she wondered if they should’ve established a safe word
before they began. But this was Maverick. Why would she have to safeword
with Maverick?
    “You’ll
remember this every time you sit over the next few days,” he continued
lecturing. And as he continued peppering her with slow, stinging, hard swats,
she felt the lump in her throat dissolve. She felt awful for having messed up
their session tonight. Double-checking the women she’d invited for the filming
would’ve been a wise move. She still felt sick to her stomach, and ashamed that
she’d made herself sick again. But most of all, she longed so badly for this to
be real, it was impossible to keep her tears at bay.
    He
gave her three more stinging swats before she heard the paddle drop to