24 | The Little Penitent

**GABRIEL**


My hands flexed at my sides with the thought of what I was about to do next. It was wrong; it was sinful and debauched. I had tried to tell myself a thousand times in the forlorn hope that I would be able to curb the desire, but it seemed like the demon has already possessed me.
Sienna stood in the middle of my rectory, with the crucifix on the wall behind her and the Holy Bible next to the bedside table. And yet, every carnal urge strummed my body in the anticipation to redden her ass.
Yes, I wanted to spank her.
I wanted to see how to redden her ivory skin turned under my hands. But above all, I wanted to know if I was right in my assessment.
Back in the day, my instincts magically worked when it came to a submissive’s limits and desires. I knew what they wanted, how much pain they craved and how gloriously their pussy could cream in my hands. I was a bloody know-it-all.
And if I was as good as I was six years ago, I definitely knew what Sienna wanted. She might not know or ever admit it to herself out loud, but she liked pain even though she probably never experienced it.
It was ridiculous in theory, but I have had my share of women to know about their hidden desires and dirty secrets.
Sienna Emerson, for all that haughty attitude and classy upbringing, was a natural submissive. In the right hands, she would bloom as a spring rose.
“What’s the real punishment?” she asked, almost in a whisper.
I stalked towards her, pinning her with my gaze and whispered into her ears, “You are going to get your ass spanked.”
There was a slight hitch in her breath, followed by a pregnant pause.
I *waited*.
She neither protested nor screamed, staying rooted against my body. And with every rise and fall of her glorious breasts, my groin ached with primal need. I have never wanted to grind against a woman as badly as I wanted now.
This was a mistake. It’s the same as I did six years ago, giving in to the impulse and bringing forth my ruination in the end.
For a brief second, I contemplated sending her back and shutting myself in the church basement so that I would not have to give in to the temptation, but Sienna’s next words wiped away every trace of virtue I held in my veins.
“Then get it over with.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was her eyes that glowed brightly in a challenge.
I grabbed her hand and dragged her near the bed where I sat on the edge and patted my knee.
“Bend over my lap.”
She was prudent enough to reconsider, gazing between my face and knees before lowering herself to the position.
Despite the modest school skirt she was wearing, the outline of her pert ass was enticing, and I could not help but run a hand over them. Her glutes flexed and twitched, making my pulse rev up.
It took every ounce of strength and sanity not to flip over the fabric and drag down her knickers. Beyond my hunger for discipline and pleasure, I felt this deep aching desire to let her keep the modesty this one time.
“Ten strikes,” I announced hoarsely, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I will use my hand but don’t mistake it for gentle.”
“I wouldn’t.”
Every muscle in my body stiffened with lust and excitement, probably more than hers. I could hear my thumping heartbeats as my hand poised to inflict the first strike.
And when I did, the clap rang out loud. Sienna flinched more with the sound than the blow, but the successive strikes were nothing in the first one.
By the third strike, her legs kicked wildly as I harshly reminded her. “That’s enough. Lay still, or I will double the strikes.” At the same time, I trapped her leg with mine and commenced once again.
My fingers were itching to hike up her skirt and see the shade of red I painted on her skin, but somehow, I resisted. I held myself back and concentrated on the task at hand. Earnest smacks rained down as Sienna writhed and squirmed, trying her best to keep her voice down.
At some point, I felt a sharp pain in my leg and realised that she had bitten me. *She fucking bit me!*
“Sienna!” I growled in a warning and retaliated with a stinging slap, much harder than the previous ones.
By the time it has ended, I found myself panting along with her. Mine has nothing to do with physical exertion and everything with the fact that I have not spanked a girl on this intimate level in years. I wielded a strap and a cane on some unruly brat a year ago and was thereafter expelled when the behaviour worsened.
But Sienna was *different*.
It was like she was made for me, to be instructed and punished and enjoyed. I wanted to feel her and touch her with an agonising intensity that my dick stiffened further.
Worst of all, she knew.
She knew I was hard under her as her stomach pressed against my raging erection.
And yet, *my little penitent* did not move.
“Are you okay?” I asked gently, rubbing my hand along her spine and coaxed her further. “Talk to me, Sienna.”
My heartbeat sped up when she had remained motionless on my lap for a long heart-stopping moment but finally wriggled with a sigh.
“I am okay. I am just…I feel lost.” She tried to get off my knees as I quickly snagged her hips and stilled her movements. Then I arranged her body and made her sit on my lap while she murmured incoherently. “It’s stupid, I…”
“It’s alright,” I assured time and again, patting her head on my shoulder. The flush of her cheeks and tears were mingled together, emitting a red glow.
Fuck, she was in subspace. All it took was ten spanks over the skirt to drive her to the heady spectrum. My chest prided on the fact that I was right about her. Sienna was indeed a submissive.
“It’s completely okay. You are in a different headspace. Take your time.”
Her fingers fisted the fabric of my black frock as if to hold on to something. “You spanked me…”
“I did. Did it hurt that bad? I know at some level it did but was it unbearable?” My character shifted from being a disciplinarian to a dominant, making sure that her head was in the right space even when I knew that her emotions would be chaotic.
“No,” she whispered. “It just…hurt.”
“Good.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck, brushing against the white-collar of divinity. And underneath all those layers of fabric, I was achingly hard. My cock was pushing against the lining of my pants like it was ready to burst the threads. My skin felt hot, achy and tight.
Goddammit. I would need a cold shower for the entire week.
For the longest of time, I held her body against mine as she was utterly blissed out. Sometimes, a dreamy smile appeared on her lips while her eyes were closed, and I noticed how her nipples perked up. Her mind was still floating, still incoherent, as small moans emitted out of her lips.
It took a considerable time for Sienna to roll back to the present and take awareness of her surroundings. Her ass must have been smarting as she stirred on my lap and winced.
Misty eyes slowly met mine.
“I am sorry,” Sienna murmured. “I was…angry at someone else.”
I smiled, tucking the stray hair behind her ears. “I figured. Your temper was misplaced. And someday, when you are feeling better, you will tell me all about it.”
I did not want to coax anything out of her in her moment of vulnerability. I wanted her pliant, but not invalid.
No matter what she thought of herself, braving every adventure and flouting the rules in place, she was still an amateur nineteen-year-old. And there was no way I would manipulate her mind.
“Thank you, Gabriel.”
“Now would be a good time to ask you this: how are you feeling?”
She shrugged a little. “I am better, I think.”
I barely stifled a laugh, given the way she swam out of subspace, without even knowing about it, and shrugged a casual response.
“You did enjoy it yourself, didn’t you?” I pressed. “Answer honestly, Sienna.”
She bit her lips and blinked. “You are not going to judge me, right?”
I shook my head. “How can I when I am the one who spanked you? No, I won’t judge you.”
“Yes. I liked it,” she admitted in a faint whisper and then quickly averted her eyes as if to hide herself. “And I know you did too.”

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