The Institute:Mishka's Spanking: Age Play Discipline Romance (2 page)

The rest of the day was spent in paperwork and reviews which are necessary whenever one uses deadly force. In fact, I had another review scheduled for the following day, as well as a psychological evaluation. I was not looking forward to it, but I knew I would get through it. I had twice before. This was not my first killing but it had shaken me more than any other time I had fired my weapon in the line of duty. That was because I had nearly lost Andi—just the thought of that almost more than I could bear.

I finished as early as I could and came home—to my house—to wait. I knew that Andi would come to me as soon as she was done with her own paperwork and this was why I was pacing and waiting for her, waiting to talk about what she had done and why it had been so very,
very
wrong.

At last, after what felt like hours of waiting, my front door creaked open and Andi came in. Her eyes flickered up to the small Band-Aid which covered the bullet-graze on my cheek and a guilty look flitted over her face.

“Hi, Salt,” she said in a small voice. “Are you all right?”

Her long brown hair was down in waves around her slight shoulders and her brown eyes were very big—just the color of milk chocolate. Her innocent pink lips—so lush and kissable—trembled just a little. I thought she looked very young and uncertain—the exact opposite of how she presents herself at work at the precinct. It wrung my heart to see her this way but I knew what I had to do.

“Mishka,”
I said in my sternest Papa voice. “Come here.”

“Oh, not tonight.” Her voice shook as she tried to laugh. “I don’t really feel like playing tonight, okay?”

“Mishka,”
I said again. “
Come…here.”

Her eyes widened but she came, stepping up close to me and looking up into my face. The difference in our sizes is even more apparent when we are close in this way—it made me want to sweep her up and cuddle her in my arms but there would be time for that later. First, the punishment.

“Fine,” she said defiantly. “I’m here. What do you want?”

“You know what I want. You know what you did today and how dangerous it was.” I put a hand on her shoulder and steered her into the living room.

“What are you talking about? I pursued a suspect.” She shook off my hand.

I let her and went to sit on the couch.

“You pursued without waiting for me,” I said, settling myself on the brown leather couch cushion and looking at her. We were almost eye-to-eye now, even though I was sitting and she was standing. “You nearly got yourself killed.”

“It’s not like he had the drop on me—we both had our guns out,” she protested, but I could hear the uncertainty in her tone. She knew what she had done was wrong.

“You should have waited for me to back you up,” I told her, drawing her closer to stand right between my knees. “Your actions led both of us into a very dangerous situation.”

At last she hung her head, the defiance leaking from her large, brown eyes.

“All right—I know. And I know you saved my life.” She looked at me earnestly. “Thank you, Salt. I’m so sorry—it won’t happen again.”

I inclined my head. “I accept your apology. But there must still be a punishment.”

“What?” She backed away from me. “But…you’ve never punished me for anything since we left the Institute—especially not for anything that happened at work. I…I thought we kept that separate from…from what we do at home.” Her cheeks turned pink as she talked.

Andi is still somewhat ashamed of the roles we play together when we are alone. I do not know why—maybe because it makes her feel weak to need me to be her Papa at times. I do not mind, however—I would do anything I could to give her what she needed. But what she needed right now was a lesson she would not forget.

“I am making an exception.” I told her. “You risked both our lives today through your foolish pride. This, I will not tolerate. So take down your trousers and come lay across my lap,
mishka—
now.”

“I…I don’t want to.” I could see the spots of color growing high on her cheeks as she took a step back from me. In fact, if what I had seen at the Institute was accurate, a good spanking turns Andi on—it makes her little pussy so hot and wet she can hardly sit still. But she does not like to admit this. I could also see she did not want to admit that she was wrong and deserved a spanking in the first place. Still, I knew that she would come to me eventually.

I sat there waiting silently. She knew that she deserved this and she knew it was going to happen. I would not pursue her—she would have to come to me of her own free will.

“I don’t want to,” she repeated stubbornly, but I could see her lush bottom lip trembling as she spoke. “I don’t want to…Papa.”

When I heard her call me that, I knew that it was only a matter of time until she was over my knee. My palm itched to spank her, but even more, I wanted to show her I still loved her, despite her nearly fatal mistake. Discipline is part of the Daddy/Babygirl relationship—and it was time to make it part of our relationship again. It would show Andi that there are boundaries which she could not cross. It would also show her that I care for her enough to make her pay for mistakes…and to comfort her afterwards, which I thought would be the best part of the whole process.

“Mishka,”
I said softly. “Come, my little darling. You know this has to be.”

“You…you won’t use the belt on me—will you?” Her eyes were wide.

“Of course not.” I winced a little, remembering the pain I’d had to inflict on her at the Institute. “You know I have sworn never to use my belt on you again, my darling.” I told her in a low voice. “The spanking I give you will sting but it will not break the skin. Here—see?” I reached beside me and pulled something out that I had hidden between the brown leather couch cushions. A much safer, smaller instrument of discipline.

Andi’s eyes got even wider.

“A
paddle?
You’re going to use a
paddle
on me?”

It was a small paddle, long and thin but not very wide. It was wooden and painted black with small holes in it to cut the wind resistance and deliver a more stinging blow. I could wield it with precision and not fear that I was giving my sweet
mishka
more pain than she could take.

“Come,” I said simply. “What you did today was too serious to be taken care of with a simple hand spanking—you know this,
mishka.
I will give you ten blows with the paddle and then all will be forgiven and forgotten.”

“I…I don’t know.” She shifted nervously, from foot to foot, but she was already unfastening her pants. I was willing to bet that her pussy was already getting wet as well but I would deal with that part of her later. For now, it was her lush little bottom I was interested in—she had to take her punishment or we could not move on.

“Come,” I said again and patted my knees.

“I don’t
want
to,” Andi said again, but she had stripped off her trousers and socks and shoes and was down to her white silk blouse and lacy white panties now.

I spread my hands. “Then you can always go home.”

“If I do that…will you be mad at me?” she asked, biting her lip.

“No,” I said quietly. “I love you no matter what—you know that my darling. But if you leave without your spanking, we will not ‘play’ again until you take it.”

I saw her lips tremble again. She likes the way we play together—she
needs
it in a way she is not ready to admit, even to herself. I knew she would be over my lap very soon and I was not disappointed.

“All right,” she whispered and came to me at last.

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her cheek. “Such a good girl, my little
mishka.
Now lay over your Papa’s lap and raise your blouse so I can get to you.”

She did as I asked, arranging herself obediently across my knees with her little panty-clad ass in the air.

“Very good,” I murmured, stroking her quivering back. “Now pull down your panties for me,
mishka—
let Papa see your naked bottom all ready to be spanked.”

I heard her give a little gasp at my words—“dirty talk” as Andi calls it, is as important to her enjoyment of our time together as the actual acts that we perform. Sometimes if I was working late and she was not, I called her and told her exactly what her Papa was going to do to her when I got home—it never failed to make her extremely wet and ready for me. But I liked best to talk dirty to her when we were together, when I could touch her and do all the things I talked about.

Andi reached behind her and slowly pulled her white silk panties down, baring the perfect round globes of her ass. I felt my cock surge in my trousers—God, she was beautiful! And I loved to have her like this—submissive and open to me, open to everything I wanted to do to her—every way I wanted to love her.

“Good girl,” I told Andi, stroking her bottom because I know that approval from her Papa is very important to her. “Are you ready for your spanking now?”

“Yes, Papa,” she whispered, her voice shaking only a little. “I…I think so.”

“Good.” I stroked her soft white cheeks again. Before I was done they would be the color of a sunset but that was all right—after the pain would come the pleasure. I would make sure of that. “I will give you ten blows of the paddle,” I told Andi. “Do you understand?”

She tensed a little but did not attempt to move from my lap.

“Yes, Papa,” she said in a low voice.

“Very good,” I said, and began.

The spanking did not last long. It was only ten blows, after all but I made sure they were hard enough to get my little
mishka’s
attention and make her think twice before repeating her actions of today. The paddle made a sharp
thwack
sound every time it kissed her flesh.

Thwack…thwack…

“Ah! Oh, Papa!” she gasped as I brought the paddle down on her soft, vulnerable ass. She twisted in my lap, rubbing against my aching cock and making me even harder.
Thwack!

I did not, as a rule, gain sexual pleasure from disciplining Andi when she was acting as my Babygirl. But I
did
know from our time at the Institute, how wet a good spanking makes her pussy.

I also knew I would be able to comfort and hold and pleasure her afterwards—this is what aroused me. That and the sight of her beautiful ass upturned on my lap, and her thighs open for me as she sighed and moaned while I spanked her.

Thwack…thwack…

“Why am I doing this?” I demanded, spanking harder.

“Because…ow! Because I was bad at…at work,” Andi said between blows of the paddle and I thought I heard tears in her voice.

“Bad how?” I said sternly.
Thwack!
“Tell me what you did,
mishka.”

“I…I ran after the suspect after you said to wait for you.
Thwack…thwack…thwack…”
I…I didn’t wait. I nearly got myself and you killed.” There was a definite waver in her voice now and I had only one more blow to go.

“And will you ever do that again?” I asked, the paddle raised high above her bottom.

“No—I swear, Papa—never again,” she promised.

“Good.”
Thwack!
I gave her the final smack with the paddle and turned her over. “Now come here—let me hold you.”

Without a word of complaint, she sat up and put her arms around my neck. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with tears. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in my ear. “So sorry, Salt.”

“Is okay, Andi,” I assured her gently, stroking her hair. “Everything is all right, my little darling.”

“But it wouldn’t have been. What if…what if that bullet had done more than graze you? What if it had been another inch to the right—I would have lost you forever.”

A round of fresh tears took her and she held to me almost panicky tight.

“No, no—is all right, my darling,” I murmured, rubbing her back. “You have taken your punishment—all is forgiven. I am not angry at you.”

“Well maybe I’m angry at
myself
. You’re right—what I did was stupid. I should have waited for you. I…I swear I’ll wait for you next time. I promise!”

“I know you will, my darling.” I stroked her hair and gathered her close to my chest. “I’m sure of it.”

She cried a little more against my chest and I held her and soothed her as I love to do. She is so little and perfect in my arms—I love the feel of her cuddling close to me as I stroke her long, brown hair.

At last she quieted and I lifted her chin and kissed her tears away.

“Are you feeling better now, my little
mishka?”
I asked quietly.

“A little.” She shifted on my lap. “My bottom still stings where you spanked me, Papa.”

“Poor little darling.” I let my hands come down, cupping her luscious little ass. “Papa is sorry he had to spank you but sometimes you have to be punished.”

“I know, Papa.” Andi’s wet eyes were half-lidded with need and I could tell she was falling deeper and deeper into her role as my Babygirl. Maybe the spanking was exactly what she needed to help her enter “Little Space” which is the headspace or mental state Babygirls are in while they are playing with their Daddies.

“Do you want Papa to kiss you better?” I asked softly, making my voice a low growl. “Do you want Papa to take you to bed and kiss you everywhere it hurts?”

“Everywhere?” Her eyes widened. “Do you promise?”

“Of course.” I lifted her easily into my arms. I love to carry her around like this but Andi is fiercely independent and would never allow it before we began playing this way. Now I get to carry her to my heart’s content.

Andi moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the heat of her pussy pressing against my lower belly and my cock surged in my trousers. Now that the punishment was over, the pleasure could begin.

I took her to my bedroom and laid her on the bed. I was still wearing my suit from work but I took off my jacket and rolled up my shirt sleeves. Andi likes it when she is naked and I am dressed—especially when I am wearing one of my darker suits—what she calls my “Papa” suits.

I sat on the bed beside her and began to trace slow patterns around her nipples through the silk of her shirt and the lace of her bra. She had too many clothes on but I would take care of that very soon. Her panties were still on too, and I could see the wetness of her pussy through the thin panel of white silk at her crotch. It was as I thought—the spanking had made her very wet and ready. I was certain that her little clit would be swollen with need and I couldn’t wait to stroke it with my tongue. But I like to take things slowly.