by Jillian Chandler
Though he did not let it show on his face, Carmine D'Addio was both amused and fascinated by the internal struggle of the young lady who stood before him. Compared to his powerful build and his 6' 3" frame, the young lady was quite small. There was an age difference as well. The young woman was half as old as the 48 year old Carmine, but her appearance and demeanor suggested she was but a young schoolgirl.
The girl/woman stood before Carmine, fidgeting and unable to look up at him as her right index finger played nervously with one of her two pony tails. The short skirt she wore was loosely cut and rippled with the girl's nervousness. A casual observer would think Carmine was the girl's father and the girl was nervously agitated about her situation. The relationship was far different, but the anxiety was real, and that anxiety was a delicious morsel for the powerful Carmine.
The woman standing before him like an errant schoolgirl before the Principal was indeed quite anxious. She was now considering his earlier question and what she did, and how she replied, could very well shape her entire future. Truth to tell, it could just as easily determine the length of her future.
The woman who seemed the young school girl was June Robinson and despite her youthful appearance and demeanor she was a robust young adult woman who possessed a college degree and held an important government job. It was her job, and the incredible opportunity it offered, that had led June to this moment with Carmine D'Addio. Her mind tossed her situation about as her heart flip-flopped with the same agonizing question. Her brain told her to find a graceful way to back out of the situation, but her heart, for several disparate reasons, urged her to take the leap.
"Well, June," said Carmine patiently, "I asked you a question and expect an answer." His face was a mask of seriousness, the tenor of his voice firm, insistent, yet wholly without malice. His eyes did sparkle with a mischievousness that belied his amusement only to the closest observer. When words would not come to her lips, the big man sighed. "Let me help you find the answer that you know lies within you," he said kindly. "I asked you to call me Daddy, did I not?"
She nodded and then looked up and barely uttered the word, "Yes."
"But you can't bring yourself to call me Daddy, even though I asked you."
"It feels funny," she said, instantly knowing it was a lame excuse.
"I don't know why it would feel funny, June Bug," he said, watching her cringe as he used the nickname he had so recently given her. When he first said it, he noticed that it bothered her and suspected he knew why it did, so he continued to use it. "Daddy is just a play on my last name, 'D'Addio' ... everyone calls me Daddy," he rationalized for her. "People who work for me, even people I haven't met before call me Daddy. I don't see why it should make you feel funny."
Her feet scuffled more nervously on the floor, hands now gripped together. "Because," she said in that small quiet voice, "it makes me feel like a kid." Her face blushed hotly as she admitted that fact, and it made Carmine smile.
"In this case you are a little girl," he said nodding. "And that brings us back around to the question at hand. Since you won't call me by the name I asked you to use, that makes you what kind of girl, June Bug?"
This was it ... this was what might be the defining moment of her life. And though her life quite literally revolved around this answer she suddenly blurted it out. "A naughty girl," she said, face aflame with shame as she suddenly admitted her status.
"Yes, a naughty girl," reaffirmed the powerful man. "And what happens to naught y girls, June Bug?"
Unable to look up into his face, she kept her head lowered, squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and said, "Naughty girls get spanked."
"That's correct, little one," he said warmly, "but how do they get spanked?"
This time her voice caught and she stammered as she answered. Even as the words tumbled out she could not believe she was actually saying them. "They get s- sp-spanked on their b-b-bare bottoms." Her face was crimson and she felt so suddenly shamed. But the real shame was that she could not see the elation in Carmine's eyes.
"Yes, June Bug, they get spanked on their naughty, bare bottoms," he agreed. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and she shuddered. The frisson came from the realization of what she said as well as the recognition of just how big and powerful that hand on her shoulder really was. Carmine would be able to deliver an impressively worrisome spanking with just that hand.
"I want you to think about what you say next very carefully, little one," Carmine said as he gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "I want you to ask me to spank you."
Oooohhh! June felt even smaller and younger as she heard those words, and she reverted back to an earlier childhood as she managed to ask for her spanking. "I ... I ... have been a naughty girl. Would you please s- sp-spank my bare bottom so I will be good?" There was a pause before she added, to his immense delight, "Daddy?"
She was rewarded with a bear hug. "I'm so happy you said Daddy, little one. You are still getting your little bottom smacked, but not as hard as it would have been if you hadn't asked me so nicely and called me Daddy!"
Unsure if she was mercifully spared the wait, or unmercifully led immediately to the scaffold to have her sentence carried out, June was nevertheless suddenly whisked off her feet and placed across the lap of Carmine D'Addio with her bottom prominently at the apex of the little triangle her body made over his lap. He had pulled out a chair, sat down and swept her over his knee in one easy motion.
June could feel her daddy lift her skirt up to expose her bottom and then shuddered shamefully as she felt his fingers slip into the waist band of her panties and whisk them down to her knees. His big hand rested on her bare bottom; testing, squeezing, and generally just playing with her bared backside.
"You weren't too naughty, June Bug," he said as his hand groped and kneaded her firm bottom. "But it is important that you learn to obey everything I tell you. This spanking is just to establish that fact. There are fun spankings and then there are serious punishment spankings. This will be something in between."
June immediately began to wonder what a fun spanking could be. Fun spanking was not in her lexicon of memories and just as quickly her musings disappeared as the first solid SWAT landed on her bare bottom. It made her jump and gasp. Then Carmine delivered a flurry of stinging swats that quickly left her bare white bottom a pretty, but toasty, pink. She groaned and moaned until she finally blurted out, "OWWW!"
The swats stopped. "Will you remember to call me Daddy from now on, little one?" asked her spanker.
"Yes, Daddy, I promise!" she agreed urgently.
"Good. That will make me very happy. Now let's just be certain you remember your promise," he said before beginning another flurry of stinging swats. June wriggled all over his lap, her legs kicking as her hips rocked, trying to avoid the onslaught of Carmine's powerful hand. Her toasty pink bottom was quickly hot pink in color, and on fire in her mind.
Suddenly, Carmine pulled her from her spanking position and sat her on his lap. He pulled her closely to him in his powerful arms as she sniffled and lightly sobbed. Her sobs came from having just reached the edge of uncomfortable pain, but even more so from the shame she felt in her role as a naughty little girl with her bare bottom being spanked.
"OK," he said quietly in her ear. "It's all over and I am not even going to make you spend time in the corner, though I probably should."
She quickly came to life. "Oh, please don't make me stand in the corner, Daddy!"
He laughed softly, one hand patting her freshly spanked bottom. "Not this time and especially not since you called me Daddy. But you can expect corner time in the future, and much worse if you misbehave again."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she mewed, burying her face into his chest. "I'll be good! You'll see!" Even in her embarrassed state, and despite the conflicts in her mind, June felt protected in the big man's arms. She actually enjoyed his light fondling of her bare bottom ... a state she would normally have found highly offensive.
These were conflicting times for June Robinson.
The decision to accept a spanking, even for a grown woman to accept while seemingly in the role of a young girl, may not necessarily be seen as potentially life altering, but for June Robinson it was. It wasn't the decision to allow her bottom to be bared and then spanked that was significant; consenting adults do far stranger things every day. In fact, June would happily play little girl to a daddy with the right man. She found role playing exciting, almost as exciting as having her bottom spanked. What a special thrill that was to her!
No, it was the decision to allow Carmine D'Addio to bare and spank her bottom in the context of her job.
June Robinson had a pair of college degrees in Criminology and Accounting. Her goal through college was to join the Anti-Racketeering Commission (ARC). This was the national agency tasked with bringing down organized crime throughout the country and was considered to be one of the best careers a person could have in law enforcement.
Miss Robinson fit the criteria for an ARC agent in every respect: she had the education, she had aced the civil service entrance exam, her psych evaluations were top of the line and she easily passed all of the physical test requirements. She was a gorgeous young woman who might have been hired on looks alone, but it had been very close with her height. She just barely managed to squeak in at the minimum 5'2".
But one shouldn't let the minimum height dissuade them as she proved to the ARC self-defense instructor during her evaluation. She had handled him so easily it was thought she might be considered a potential replacement for him ... and he was easily twice her size. But, there was the other problem ... the one that came up in each of the three different final interviews each of the three times June had applied to join the ARC: it was her voice.
No matter what she did (and she took voice lessons in an effort to help), June had a fairly soft voice that was pitched rather high. In each of those final interviews, after having aced every possible hurdle, she would invariably be asked to shout, "Stop! Or I will shoot!" Her high pitched voice would squeak out the words and at least one person on each of the review panels would be unable to hold their snickering.
June was not accepted simply because the final panel recommendation was that it would be hard to take her seriously due to the impression her voice gave. It happened three times so June was forced to accept a job in the local police department for which she was immensely over-qualified.
A few months later, her Sergeant gave her a memo in which the head of the New York City ARC division had requested her presence for a meeting.
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