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"I...I'm sorry," I say, my knees already feeling weak from just Van's words.

Punishment.

I didn't know what he meant when he said I needed punishment, and although I was nervous, there was a part of me that was excited, part of me couldn't wait to see what Van was going to do with me, how he would treat me.

"Sorry doesn't cut it anymore. Can't keep playing nice with you, love," he says with a smirk. A smirk that chilled my body, made me tap my fingers against my leg, waiting for what's next.

And what's next surprised me.

He kisses my forehead which fills my stomach with butterflies, his lips were soft and sent a rush of heat through my body when they hovered right above my skin after he pulled away.

But I didn't understand. He was supposed to be angry. He just said he wasn't going to be nice, and now he was kissing me. People don't kiss when they're angry, I don't think.

"Sit down," Van demands, but I can't, I can't process his words. All I can manage to do is stand there with shaking knees and I stutter his name.

"Uh uh," Van say while shaking his head, a smile on his face, so small I barely noticed. "I told you to sit down," he demands, the words going right over my head, and I continue standing.

"I should've know better, shouldn't I?" Van chuckles. "You're being a bad girl, of course you won't listen to me."

He grabs hold of my hips and lifts me up before bringing me to the ground gently. And once we're both sitting, he wastes no time moving his hands to my body, his touch making my cheeks warm, his questions making me think hard than I should have needed to.

"I gonna ask again. I want a real answer. Why'd you disrespect me, darlin?" He asks, his fingers playing with the waistband of my shorts. "Didn't we have an agreement?"

I nod my head and wait for the reply that I knew was coming.

"That's not how I want you to respond. Use your words," he tells me, his words sharp, cutting.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I was distracted by Van's features, how close he was to me, his fingers which were now running under the seam of my panties, his hands stating on my thighs, but they were ever so close to going further.

"Oh, sweetie," Van says, amused with how easily he could make me dependent on him, how the simplest of things made me speechless. "You've got a mouth for a reason. Go ahead and speak for me. Tell me why you've gone and done what I've told you not to, what we've agreed for you not to do."

"I don't know," I whisper, an answer that wouldn't be enough for Van, and I should have known that. I didn't have the courage or power to speak fully or to give a complete answer.

"You must have some sort of idea, haven't you?" He says, but I don't say anything. Nothing I would say would be a good enough reason for him to let this go. I was in too deep.

"Nothin?" He asks. "Alrighty then, straight to the spanking is how you want it then?" He has a smirk on his face as he continues rubbing his fingers back and forth on the waist of my panties. He was working me up, and he knew it too.

My breath hitches and a quiet gasp escapes my lips. I look up at Van through my eyelashes and shake my head. "Uh-uh," I sound, curling my toes, nervous, but intrigued as well, by the thought of Van spanking me. "I'll be better."