Page 9 of Jade

Ryan sat down on the chair and then froze, looking at Baze for direction.

Jade giggled.

Baze shot her a domineering glare and followed it up with a slight shake of his head before turning his attention to Ryan.

“Ryan, go with your gut. Jade is used to getting spanked on her bare bottom so that will be the most effective. You should use your hand to start and get her warmed up, but then you can use an implement. Jade has a hairbrush that works nicely. If you have a question, don’t be afraid to ask, but also try to follow your instincts and do what feels natural. Since this is your first time, Jade should have a safeword. A word she can say to let you know something is wrong or if she needs you to stop. Jade understands how a safeword works. She’ll be a good girl and only use it if she really needs to. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mister Daddy,” Jade sang, enjoying Ryan’s discomfort.

“Okay.” Ryan nodded. “Safeword, bare bottom, hand then hairbrush. Got it.” He looked at Jade. “Do you know what you want your safeword to be?”

“Leon. That’s the name of my stuffed dragon and he makes me feel safe.”

“All right. Very good. Stand up and come on over here please.”

He gave the instruction and her stomach bottomed out. Holy crap. This was really happening. Suddenly it felt a lot more real.

Slowly rising, she stood and shuffled across the room until she was standing in front of Pastor Ryan.

He frowned, then looked over her head at Baze. “Do I take down her pants or does she?”

Jade bit her lip to keep from laughing and waited for Baze to answer.

“Whatever feels right to you. There’s no right or wrong way.”

“Okay.”

He seemed to be considering his options. A shiver ran down Jade’s spine as she waited.

Finally, he took her hand and guided her over his knee. When she was settled in position, his hands came to a rest near her waistband. She sucked in her breath as he slowly gathered the fabric and tugged it down, over her buttocks and hips and down her thighs. He did the same with her new panties, and she felt a moment of panic, knowing he was seeing her bare bottom and parts of her that only Baze had ever seen in this way. It felt much different than when Baze spanked her, and Pastor Ryan hadn’t even started yet.

“Okay, Miss Jade, we are going to get started now.” His matter-of-fact words had an almost reverent tone to them and Jade felt rather than saw him glance at Baze for approval.

Baze must have nodded, because the next thing she felt was Pastor Ryan’s hand cracking across the center of her bottom.

Breathing through the shocking sting, she leaned into the pain. He hadn’t started as hard as Baze usually did, and she wondered if he would get there. She didn’t have to wonder long though. There was another smack with the same force as the first. Then Baze’s stern voice cut through the room.

“Don’t be afraid to hit a little harder. You won’t break her. I promise.”

“Really?” Pastor Ryan sounded unsure and Jade smothered a giggle.

“Really,” Baze assured. “Right now, she’s not even flinching.”

Ugh. She hated this. Not that it was happening or that Pastor Ryan was new or that Baze was coaching him; that was all fine. She hated that she was going to have to speak up and let him know that she was okay. Telling a Daddy-type to spank you harder wasn’t something that a Little or even a Middle was inclined to do.

Still, she didn’t want him to stop before he’d even started. As ridiculous as this entire scene was, it also felt exciting and full of promise, like she was right on the cusp of something amazing.

Twisting her body to look over her shoulder, she offered a meager smile. “I’m okay, really. You can go harder. It’s supposed to hurt.”

“Oh, right,” he answered with a sort of blank stare like he had, in fact, momentarily forgotten that a spanking was supposed to hurt.

It was embarrassing to look at him, so she turned her gaze back to the floor.

“Start again,” Baze encouraged him, “a little harder this time.”

The smack that followed took her by surprise. He’d definitely taken Baze’s instruction to heart.

She started to cry out, more from surprise than pain, but she stopped herself just in time. She didn’t want to discourage him. After a second swat that was harder than the first set, Pastor Ryan settled into an evenly paced rhythm, swatting first her right cheek, then her left, then the center, before starting again. He did this about ten times before Baze stopped him.