Time Out (11 page)

“I never realized it was so involved. Who are those people?”

“The nanny and her charges.  We keep a nursery available for the families that want to mingle and not leave the youngsters unattended. Right now, we just have girls.  Come, I’ll show you around.”

“Bryon told me not to leave his sight.” Kristina hesitated. 

“He won’t care if you’re with me.  Besides, he’s busy talking with Hank.  Let me show you around and introduce you.”

Glancing in Bryon’s direction, Kristina nodded as she stood.  The house was huge, with eight bedrooms and a multitude of assorted rooms.  The pool was long and draped with palm trees, and there was a separate guest house, which had another four bedrooms.  Kristina’s head was spinning with the opulence surrounding her and she begged her hostess to let her sit for a few minutes.

“You look like you’re a little overcome, my dear.  Here, take a sip.” Hildy said, snatching a glass of champagne from a waiter carrying a tray. Kristina stood to accept the glass and downed it instantly.  A second one followed.  She was on her third glass when she backed into a wall.

Named Bryon.

One glance up into his handsome face told her that he was beyond angry. Very slowly, she handed him the glass she was holding.

“Didn’t I tell you no more drinking? And where did you go? You were supposed to stay in my sight.”

“Yes, but…”

“I told her it was ok to show her around. I gave her the champagne; she was overstimulated,” Hildy quickly interrupted. 

Bryon frowned deeply, beckoning to Hank. “I’m sorry to inform you, but it appears that your little girl led mine into some serious trouble. However, she is not entirely at fault.  Kristina, you have the ability to refuse when someone tells you to do something you know is wrong.  Am I right?” Bryon asked firmly, glaring down at her.  She wanted to crawl into a tiny ball and hide. She stared at the ground.

“Hildy? You’re older than Krissy.  You know better than to talk a child into disobeying their parent.  And alcohol? None of the children are permitted that.  Go get your paddle.”

“Oh no, Uncle Hank, please…” Hildy looked genuinely terrified.  Kristina grabbed Bryon’s hand and tried to hide under his arm. People were gathering around, sensing something was about to occur.

“Do you have class in the morning?” he asked, seeing her nod, “Very well.  Hank? When we are done here, do you mind if I borrow one of your rooms? My little one is about to experience her very first introduction to my hand.”

“Of course, my friend.  Use any room you like. I also have a favor to ask of you.” Hank accepted the paddle from his trembling wife who stood silently, hands behind her back and looking very contrite.

“Certainly.  What do you need?”

“Seeing that my Hildy coerced your Krissy into wrongdoings, it’s my opinion that she should experience a little of what her new friend will get from her Papa.  Would you please do the honors?”

Kristina watched, horrified, as Bryon agreed and sat comfortably on the edge of the sitting room couch.  He beckoned to Hildy who approached him, shaking like a leaf.  She had heard rumors about Bryon’s legendary left hand. Hank signaled her to obey.

Bryon easily pulled her across his lap and slowly pulled the short skirt of the jumper up past her hips, exposing pink cotton panties with poodles.  He rested that legendary hand on the center of her bottom, covering the entire span of both cheeks.

“Please feel free to take down those panties and show everyone what a naughty fanny looks like,” Hank said.

“Thank you, I certainly will.  After I make the introductions,” Bryon said lifting his hand.  The room held its breath, waiting for the blow.  The sound of his palm against Hildy’s flesh made a resounding
CRACK
that reverberated against the walls.  Kristina gasped, watching the poor woman’s face as she fought not to let go with a loud yell.  Bryon’s hand lifted a second time and landed at the spot where Hildy’s panties outlined the lower part of her bottom.  She shrieked, struggling to move.

There was no escaping Mount Bryon.

Twice more, the giant hand made contact with the woman’s fleshy backside and tears started to pour.

“He’s hurting her!” Kristina whispered to Hank, clutching his hand fearfully.

“It hurts, but there is no permanent damage.  That’s why God gave you girls such cushy tushes.” The man teased, unbothered that his wife/little girl was lying across Bryon’s lap, having her little cotton panties pulled down to her knees.

Already, her bottom was turning a rich shade of pink, just a tad darker than the jumper she wore.  Bryon looked over at Kristina and saw the alarmed expression on her face as he lifted his hand and began to spank Hildy in earnest.  One after another, the smacks followed suite as they landed on the pale skin of her tender bottom crease and upper thighs.  Hildy wailed loudly, begging forgiveness, promising to never do anything bad again, even begging for the paddle in lieu of Bryon’s hand.  Of course, each Top there found that last request amusing, seeing that they could use Bryon as a threat to get their little girls to behave better.

“You want the paddle? Hank? May I, please?” Bryon asked, holding out his hand.  Hank snickered, handing it to him and ignoring the pleading look given him by his tear-stained wife.

“How many drinks did you give Krissy?”

“Three, Mr. Bryon.” The woman continued to cry, trying to catch her breath and wanting to rub away the pain from her scorched behind.

“Three strokes you will get.  Count after each one, thank your Uncle for loving you enough to let me teach you this lesson, and then say you’re sorry to Krissy.”

“Bryon, no!” Kristina begged.  Bryon ignored her. He lifted the paddle and cracked it heavily across Hildy’s sit spots.  She screamed, new tears flowing as she shook her head, unable to speak.

“Still want the paddle instead of my hand?” Bryon asked with amusement.  Twitters filled the room with comments regarding his refined technique.  Kristina stared.  These people admired him?

“I’m still not hearing anything, young lady.”

The woman forced out the number, her thanks and the apology. The second blow targeted the peaks of her backside; the third the gentle curve on the underside of her bottom.  Hildy was limp and sobbing pathetically when he finished.

“Did you learn your lesson, Miss Hildy? I’m a teacher, I could come give you another one.”

“I learned my lesson. I’m sorry, Mr. Bryon,” she cried into her hands, unmoving across his thighs. 

Kristina was frozen in place, fighting back anger and disgust with Bryon.  But when he picked the woman up and held her in his arms, rocking and soothing her like a little child, all Kristina’s anger melted away.  She could see his face; he was sincere in his desire to ease the pain he had brought upon her. Pride welled in Kristina’s heart as Hildy wrapped her arms around Bryon’s thick neck and leaned her head into his shoulder, accepting his comfort. All was forgiven and it showed.

Chapter Seven

After handing Hildy back to her uncle/husband, Bryon stretched out his hand for Kristina. “Now, let’s take care of our business, young lady.  Why are you crying?  I haven’t touched you yet.”

“I’m scared! You’re so big and I saw what you did to poor Hildy.” Kristina sobbed, reluctantly following him as he walked up the staircase.

“Hildy got much more than you will, my darling.  Plus, she has some calluses built up after years of being spanked.  She also did not use her safe word.”

“What's that?”

“At parties like this, when one Top is given permission to discipline, the subs have a safe word they can invoke to release them.  Hildy always wears the clue.”

“Poodle?”

“Yes.  She didn’t call it, which meant she either felt she deserved what she got or it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered you. Here’s a good room.  Go on in.”

Kristina trembled as he closed and locked the door behind him.  He had chosen the library. Bryon noticed her looking around in confusion. “I chose this room because it will provide you with some privacy from prying ears.  It’s virtually sound proof with all the bookshelves and books.  Plus, it’s carpeted and the chair is all the way on the other side, away from the door.  Wasn’t I considerate?”

“Yes.” Kristina whispered. 

Bryon took her hand and led her to the cleared off desk.  He easily lifted her by the waist and sat her down on the desk’s edge to speak with her. “It’s not too late to change your mind about dating me.  Just say the word and we’re friends.”

“I really like you. I’m just so scared.”

“You will never receive anything more than you can handle.  From either myself or Rob.”

“Rob? Oh no…. not him.”

“He’s my brother, which will make him your uncle.  You will have an auntie, too. Make your decision. It’s now or never.”

Kristina looked into his warm brown eyes and slowly nodded.  Bryon leaned forward, locking her lips onto his and covering her mouth with the sweetest embrace she could imagine.  The man sure knew how to kiss a girl!  Her heart pounded when he finally released her and she caught her breath as he sat down in the armless, leather chair.

“Over my lap, Krissy.  Papa needs to teach you a little lesson about obedience.”

Silently, Kristina obeyed, blushing as she realized she could not get into the desired position without assistance because of his size.  He rested his hand on top of the skirt, smoothing it out and feeling the shape of her chubby little round bottom under his hand.

“Because you have never been really spanked before, I will allow you a warm up this time.  There will be no clenching and certainly no scratching, biting or kicking me.  That is an instant strapping. Are you comfortable?”

“You’re kidding me, right? You feel like a bumpy table.” Kristina asked as she wiggled helplessly. 

Bryon chuckled, running his huge hand over her curves. “So I’ve been told.  Now, why are we here?”

“Because I disobeyed you.” Kristina said, realizing she was starting to feel a little tingle between her legs.  Ok, she had lots of champagne, otherwise, why would she be feeling frisky?

“What did you do, Krissy?  Tell Papa.” Bryon ordered, working on bringing her into the role.

“I drank alcohol and I swore in the restaurant.”

“Yes, you did.  Even after you were told not to.  That was very naughty of you, wasn't it, little girl?”

“Yes.”

“Answer me correctly, Kristina.  You are to respect your elders.”

“Yes… Papa.”

“Good girl.  Very good.” Bryon continued to stroke her bottom. Kristina started to feel a growing wetness that she prayed would not seep to Bryon’s slacks. “What else did you do that was very naughty of you?”

“I wandered off without you, Papa. I shouldn’t have listened to Hildy.  You told me to stay close.” Kristina whimpered, feeling her years start to slip away as he patted her backside over her skirt.

“That’s right.  You’ll mind me next time, won’t you, baby?”

“Yes, sir.  I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I am too.  Now, we have a rule.  Once your spanking is done, you’re forgiven.  There are times when you might have to stand in the corner or be grounded, but you will always know you are forgiven, ok?”

“Yes, Papa.” The words were coming more naturally now.

“Please don’t disobey me again.  This saddens me,” Bryon said, raising his hand over her bottom and landing it sharply over the material.  Kristina jumped, more with surprise.  It stung, but it was not dreadful.  Bryon whacked her skirt-covered bottom five more times and then reached for the hem.

“This skirt is going up.  You’re taking your punishment very well so far, Krissy.  Papa is proud of you.”

Kristina felt a surge of pride in those words.  Not bad for someone with no experience, huh?

“OOOWW!” she yelped as his hand fell across her panty-clad backside.  She reached to protect her bottom from the next blow.

“No, no.  There is no reaching back.  You can grab the chair legs or my ankles, otherwise, I’ll have to hold your hand down.  That makes me unhappy and I tend to smack harder when I’m unhappy.”

“But it HURTS!” Kristina whined.

“It’s supposed to hurt, honey. A bottom that doesn’t feel the sting for a little while wouldn’t be an effective deterrent, would it?” Bryon sounded sympathetic as he spoke; however, the feel of his hand as it impacted four more times over her panties spoke volumes. Tears were dripping endlessly from her eyes as she broke into a loud sob.

“Please, Papa, stop!” Krissy, the little girl, cried, “I’ll be good for you! I’ll listen.  I proooomise.”

“I know you will sweetheart, but you still have to pay the price for your bad behavior.  What kind of Papa would I be if I let you off without fulfilling my promise to discipline you?”

“A really, really nice one.”

Bryon suddenly broke into loud laughter with a very confused young lady still lying face down across his lap.

“I don’t think this is funny, Bry….Papa.” Kristina sniffed painfully.

“I’m sorry.  I just recently heard the same exact words coming from my little Cassie.  Ok, you have only six more.  I’m being very lenient this time.  I hope you appreciate it.”

Kristina said nothing as he slowly peeled her thin, satin panties from her bright pink globes.  Bryon grinned happily. She had the perfect little bubble butt and he could not wait to see it jiggle for him!

“I hope YOU appreciate what you’re looking at.” Kristina commented crankily, her embarrassment heightened as she realized he was just staring at her naked, red back end and everything else between her legs.  The comment was out of her mouth before she realized her mistake.  Here she was, face down across this giant of a man’s lap, bare bottom raised high and pinned in place with no means of escape.

Bryon tsked, laying his hand across her naked flesh, feeling the lovely heat rising from her stinging knolls. He also grinned, admiring the soft puffy pale lips peeking out between her exquisite, spankable cheeks.  Yes, she was wet!

“I can’t believe you sassed me, young lady!  That calls for an extra four.  Because you were so rude, I won’t even take my time so you can enjoy it.  Bad, bad Krissy.”