Free Under His Roof by Sadey Quinn

doesn’t like how much she curses.
    “Sorry.” She looks down to the floor and the tears start flowing. “I know you don’t have a lot of time…”
    “Come on, sweetie,” I say. I hold out my hand to her, helping her up, and I lead her down the hallway to the discipline room. I close the door firmly behind us and smile to myself as I prepare my chair. Aria is a cute young woman. She’s not book-smart, but her kindness and sweet personality make her intelligent in her own way. I dislike her boyfriend for breaking her heart, and I doubt I’d like her boss either—Aria complains about the woman all the time. Aria is almost child-like in her sincere attitude toward life, which is something I’m always trying to remind her is a good thing. Sincerity will get her a long way in this world.
    She’s frozen in place, as usual, and I haul her over to the chair. I sit down and yank down her sweats—she never wears panties to our sessions—and I pull her over my lap.
    “Tell me why you’re going to be spanked, Aria,” I say with a stern voice.
    “Because…” she sniffles, “because… I don’t know!”
    “Because you need it.” I put a hand on her naked rear, warning her that it will begin soon. “You also need to know you haven’t done anything wrong.”
    “But I have! I screwed up a ton of files at work. My boss was livid. And it was my fault, I know it was.”
    “Maybe. I think your boss has punished you enough for that, though. Wouldn’t you say?”
    “She did let me go home early when I broke down about my boyfriend. But that was probably just to get me out of her way.”
    I chuckle to myself. It's funny that the majority of conversations Aria and I have take place when she's laying over my lap. She never seems the least bit shy once she is put in position.
    “I’m spanking you because you need it, not because you misbehaved. Got it?”
    “I guess.”
    “You need to feel like someone is in control, don’t you?” With that, I land a sharp smack on her right buttock.
    “Ouch!”
    Another smack, to her left side. Her skin is so pale that my hand print appears almost immediately. Red art, right on her bottom.
    Aria is small, so she is easy to control. I hold her tight and soon she is kicking and whimpering in pain. I spank her quickly and firmly. She’s in tears again, hitting the ground with her fists, trying to struggle and get away.
    I pause after thirty spanks and ask, “Have you had enough?”
    She mumbles something and I whack her thigh. “Enunciate, Aria. Had enough?”
    “No. Please, just a little bit more.”
    “This is going to hurt. Can you try to be strong?”
    She’s sniffling and I think I see that she’s nodding. I begin again and she tries not to cry out in pain but I'm spanking hard and she just can’t help it. Her legs are kicking, giving me a very lewd view, and she twists her torso to try to escape the slaps. But I’m much, much stronger than her and she is helpless to escape the spanks, which is exactly what she needs.
    After thirty more spanks, she is exhausted from struggling. I don’t make her stand. Instead, I scoop her up and carry her to the daybed. I lay her down on her stomach and rub her upper back as she calms down.
    “Thank you, David,” she says in between sniffles.
    I hand her a tissue and she props herself up to blow her nose. “Feel a little better?” I ask.
    Even though her eyes have obviously been crying, she looks refreshed and happier. She nods and manages a smile. “I’m glad you could fit me in. I should go, though. I told my boss I had a doctor’s appointment.”
    My eyes narrow and Aria’s face goes from happy to nervous in an instant.
    “Lying, Aria,” I say.
    “I know,” she whispers.
    “You’re not done here,” I say, probably more forcefully than necessary. Aria and I came to an agreement months ago that lying should not be a part of her life. She is very aware that I will punish her. I get up and debate what I’ll use on her