It wasn’t complicated or difficult to understand.  It might be hard to believe, but Jon sighed as a very young, charming young woman stripped at his left with her eyes alight with excitement.  She then let him lead her across his lap and helped her settle into a comfortable position.

He couldn’t help himself; he let his fingertips trail up her bare thighs to cup the bottom he’d seen so often on a screen or his phone’s wallpaper but was now right here under his palm.

“Is this okay?” He softly asked.

“Sir,” she giggled, “I’m naked, over your lap, and about to beg for a spanking.  Tonight, I am your submissive, and you are my Dom.  I’ve already told you I am your toy to play with tonight.  Yes, it’s okay and, please, more?” 

Her soft, young voice sounded sweetly in his ears as she submitted herself to him, trusted him, and gave permission once more.  

It was just that Jon had never had a woman this young over his lap or be his submissive before tonight.  She was definitely young enough to be his daughter and almost young enough to be his granddaughter, but she didn’t care.  She really didn’t, and had told him repeatedly that it was his age and experience that put her at ease so quickly in his presence.  It was why she’d so readily played his Dom/sub games online and even sent proof to him as if she were already his submissive.

Jon sighed, closed his eyes, and squeezed her toned, rounded ass some more and got more agressive with it.

Bunny moaned softly as he squeezed hard enough to hurt, and her reaction hardened him further than he’d already been before.

“Ready for rules?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Bunny nodded.  She was accustomed to him being particular about how things were to be done.

“Toes pointed, legs together unless commanded otherwise, no kicking, no clenching, no flinching.  I want a nice, sexy, rounded bottom to spank.” He began.

Bunny pointed her toes and put her legs together more.  “Yes, Sir.  I understand.”

“Failure in any of these will result in spanking your thighs as hard as I can until you fix the problem.” He warned her.

Bunny shivered.  “Yes, Sir.”  She’d already learned Sir meant what he said and always followed through on punishments.

“Ass arched up, both hands on the floor, do NOT try to cover your bottom with a hand!” He swatted her once.

“Ooh!  Yes, Sir.  I mean, I mean, no, Sir…I…I mean, I will obey.” She stammered.

Jon grinned down at her flustered response.  It was good for a submissive to be off-balance.  This was especially true when training a young submissive.  Bunny was experienced, but it never hurt to teach proper ways.

He let his right hand rest on one of the softest skin areas on a woman, the small of her back.  His fingertips stroked and then settled to help hold her in place.  “Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She murmured.

“Is there something you wished to beg for?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Please, Sir?  Will you give me a sound spanking?  A thorough one?  Please?”

“How far?” He asked.  They’d already negotiated, and she wanted to go to yellow at the very least, but he could feel it was good to reestablish boundaries once more.

“At least yellow…” she hesitated, “…is there an Orange, Sir?”

“There is if we say there is.” He smiled.  He’d been right.

“Orange, please, Sir.” She shivered once more but lowered her head.

Cupping her ass cheeks each one at a time, he breathed in slowly and began to spank her.  

Jon began with a light warm-up all over her bottom until it was covered in a nice, bright pink tone.  The spanks still stung, but not too severely.  Even so, Bunny was starting to squirm.

“Color?” He asked.

“Ohhh…mmm..Green, Sir.  It’s just…your hand is so big and hard!” She commented.

He couldn’t help it.  “All the better to spank you with, my Dear.”

Bunny giggled but yelped as he began to spank at a medium speed and strength.  This meant snapping his wrists now.  He also began to concentrate on specific areas, such as her sit-spots.

So far, he’d been keeping a regular rhythm and pattern of one cheek at a time.  She was ready for a more true spanking.  Jon began to hesitate or spank quickly, so she began to have no clue when he would strike again!

Ahh, this caused more serious squirming, and her right back foot began to come up.

THWACK!! THWACK!!  He smacked her thighs.  “Do not embarrass me with bad training, Little Girl.” He scolded.

“OOOhhh…Sorry, sorry, sorry, Sir.” She got back into position and stayed that way for the rest of the spanking.

“Arch higher.” He told her that her bottom was now a cherry red and getting a little darker.

“Mmmmm.” She mumbled but obeyed.

Jon began to spank a little slower.  “Feel my handprints?”

She nodded.

“Use your words!” He smacked a thigh.

“Yes, Sir!  I feel…them!” She yelped.

“Good.  Later tonight, tomorrow, and every time you see me in person or online.  You will remember the burning feel of my handprint, won’t you, little Bunny?” He spanked her harder now.

“Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, SIR!” She whimpered with a sniffle in it.

He waited a few seconds after spanking her more before asking, “Color?”

“Oooo, yyyyeeellow, Sir…don’t…don’t slow…please?” She begged.

“I understand.” He replied.

She meant yellow as in pain level, more than speed.  His spanking was working her up to something, and she didn’t want to lose the momentum of the sensation.  He kept at it and began to focus only on her sit-spots.  This should get her to Orange pretty quickly!

Bunny whimpered louder and shuddered.  Sniffles began to be more frequent, and Jon knew the girl was close to tears.  Damn it, she was trying to impress him.  “Color?” He demanded.  “Do NOT try to impress me.”

Her voice broke a little with a near sob.  “Uh…uh…Orange, Sir. Orange.  Can I have Red, please?  Please?” She begged.

His inner demonic sadist cheered at this thought and urged him to give her what she wanted, but…he also knew she was not in her right mind at the moment.  It was their first time together in person.  He shouldn’t take advantage of the endorphins running through her right now.  It wasn’t right!

“No, sweet Bunny.  Red is for another time.  We’re slowing down.” He told her and lessened the strength and quickness of the spanks until he had stopped.

Bunny lay across his lap and huffed hard as she tried to catch her breath again.  Slowly, he rubbed her bottom up and down and around.

She moaned and squirmed.  

Jon let his fingers trail down her crevice a little. “Open your thighs.” He murmured.

She obeyed quickly, and his fingers kept their downward trajectory until he could feel the warm wetness of her ginger pubic hairs.  This had been part of their negotiations as well.  She wanted him to finger fuck her tonight.  

With his index and middle fingers, he began to trace her slick slit and press into it slightly.

Bunny really raised her ass now.

“Mmm…such a little slut, eh?” He teased her.

“MMmmmmhmmm, Sir.” She purred.  “I am.”

“Good.” His index reached down and around until he felt her clit.

“OH GOD.” She cried out as he began to massage it in circles, then thumped it a little in a quick cadence. She prayed three or more times as he did so.

“Please….” Her voice modulated into the honeyed, pure tone of a submissive beginning to be pleasured.  She was begging, knowing he was in control of whether he did or not.

“Please, what, little Bunny?” He teased with his middle finger pressing inside her pussy just a bit.

“Mmmmmmm!” A frustrated moan came from the girl.  “Please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck your little slut, Sir??” She was now in full submission mode, and any pretense of respectability was gone.  

Jon loved taking a submissive to this point where they came face-to-face with their raw sexual need and craving to beg for it to be fixed.

“You know you’ll have to beg to cum, right?” He warned her.

“Uh-huh!  I do…I WILL…please, please, please?” She wriggled and arched and begged with her body.

He entered her with his index and middle fingers abruptly and pushed quickly deep.

“OHHHHHH!!” She cried out, then made the most delightful squealing noise as he began to pump her.

It didn’t take long.

“Please, please, may I cum, Sir?” She begged urgently.

“Hmm…no.” He said casually.  Jon knew it hurt even worse to be told no so flippantly when the sub was in such need.

A small sob erupted from her.  “Mmmmmm…ohhh…Sir.” She whimpered and arched.

“Not yet.” He responded.

“Yes, Sir!” She said in an almost petulant voice.  The little girl had been told no sweets, even though she’d been very polite and suitable for it.  She knew why, but that didn’t mean she liked it right now.

A few seconds later, he pumped faster, and she begged again with an authentic sob sound in her voice.

“Umm…” He hesitated. “No.”

Bunny cried out and sobbed as her head hung low in defeat.

“Who decides?” He asked.

“You, Sir.” She whimpered

“That’s right.” He reminded her.  “Does this orgasm belong to you or me?”

She whined slightly then whimpered, “You…Sir.”

“Mmmhmm…know you feel it better and will remember it better.”  He now parted his fingers inside of her to reach two different areas at once.

Her head shot back to look at him in shock and surprise.  Her eyes were wet with unshed tears.

“Yes?” He teased.

Sob.  Whimper.  “Ppppleeeeassssee?” She drew it out in agony.

“Yes, yes, you may.” He told her.

Her eyes flashed in shock, then she grinned at him.  “Thank you, thank you.”

“You’re not even there yet…better be quick before I change my mind!” He told her.

Her hips began to help him now with renewed vigor.  Her orgasm came soon, and she shuddered, giggled, cried, and writhed on his lap as she came hard.

Things slowed down after a time, and he slowed, then stopped.

Bunny was lying across his lap now, limp with exhaustion.  

Jon amused himself with fondling her bottom and thighs as she rested a bit.  

“You took that so well.  Good girl, Bunny.  Such a good girl for me.” He told her repeatedly.

She began to rouse a bit and purred under his touch.  

“Knees.” He told her.

She nodded and slipped off to kneel before him.

Jon held up his two fingers.  “Clean.”

Bunny grinned and began to lick, kiss, and suck her own juices of his fingers.  Her eyes were blazing with arousal.  Submissives so often loved this part almost as much as the orgasm.  She began to go down on his fingers and slowly back up.  

Jon grinned at her as he saw the wheels turning in her head.

“Sir?” She said as she popped off them.

“Mmmhmm.” He answered.

“Sir, may I please worship your cock now?” She licked her lips slowly as her eyes lowered to his crotch.

“Of course, my Bunny.” He told her.

“Ohhh, I am so your Bunny now, Sir.” She giggled.  “I so am.”

He knew she meant it and felt it.  

As her head bobbed between his thighs, his hand was nestled in her ginger hair to pet her for now.  He’d grab and pull later as he got closer.  Bunny was in no hurry, and neither was he.  Jon stared down at the young woman as she took his cock so well and felt the great rush of power, dominance, and pleasure as she gave him herself freely and without pause.