Someone had shut her door behind them and was standing in her room.

“Oh no, don’t let me interrupt you little one. You were clearly playing a fun game.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Too silky. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She wanted to get up, to apologize, to explain what she had been doing, to cover herself. She made slightly as though to move, although she didn’t even know where or how, and heard a soft, firm, “No. Keep playing your little game kitten.” She didn’t move. Her little game had been private before. She wasn’t sure she wanted company. “You’re already in trouble little one, do you really want to make it worse by disobeying me?” She shook her head, “no sir,” and snuck a glance back at him. He was leaning casually on the door, staring at her, intently curious. She was suddenly very aware of how little she was wearing. No tights, no shirt, and she hadn’t even worn a bra today. Just her skirt and she really wasn’t confident that it was covering her all that well at the moment. “Now, kitten.” She nodded, and swallowed. Her hips started to move again, much more tentatively than before. She couldn’t stop blushing. She wanted to run and hide and never look him in the eye again. But still. It felt really fucking good. It wasn’t long before she was starting to get in to it again. Her hand started creeping towards her chest again, when she heard her bed creak. He was sitting right next to her. “Stop. Come here.” She shifted over on her knees, awkwardly struggling towards him, trying to cover her chest. She knelt by his feet, and looked at the floor. Suddenly her chin was being tilted up, and she was staring directly into his eyes. “That was a very grown up game you were playing little one.” She blushed and tried to look away, but his fingers held her firmly in place. “Am sorry sir” she mumbled, trying to keep the blush out of her voice. “Since you were playing such a big girl game, I’m going to give you a big girl punishment.” She met his eyes, nervous. “Come up here on my lap little one.” On his lap didn’t sound too bad, so she scrambled up. As she tried to sit, firm hands on her waist (wow he was really close to her bare chest) redirected her. “No, no. Like this.” She was laying across his lap, painfully aware that her skirt was not long enough to cover her like this. “Arms crossed behind your back kitten” she did so, grateful she wasn’t in too much trouble for nicknames. As she did she felt his hand grab her firmly, and realized she wouldn’t be able to move if she wanted to. Suddenly she felt cool air on her ass. He had pulled her skirt up. She blushed even harder and was about to protest but- “You’re going to count kitten. As high as you can. Start.” “One sir” Wack! She gasped, shocked. He had slapped her ass! Hard! She tried to turn around to look at him reproachful, but she couldn’t. “I’m waiting little one.” “.....two, sir” Wack! Her ass was starting to sting. She didn’t like this punishment one bit. She hadn’t even meant to be bad! It just felt really really good... but she kept counting, knowing she should be a good girl now. Sometimes she whined and pleaded to be let go, sometimes she kicked her little feet at nothing. He simply waited for the next number. As they got higher and higher she started noticing some funny things. First of all, being spanked hurt, but it also felt a little nice. She could feel her ass jiggle. It made her feel... perky. And confident. Second of all, she didnt know what it was, but she could feel something warm and stuff pressing into her tummy. Eventually, after what seemed like years to her, she lost count. He hummed above her. “I’m pleasantly surprised kitten. You took that like such a big girl.” She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t. They sat there in silence for a few moments, his cool fingers gently massaging her ass. Suddenly there was a very new sensation happening. His fingers were touching her center, pushing her panties to the side, and rubbing softly. “Sir... what-“ she gasped. This was nothing. Nothing. Compared to how the bear had felt. “I think, kitten” he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice, “that if you think you’re ready to play grown up games, it’s time for you to learn about some grown up things.” She shivered. As her shiver finished she groaned with shock, one of his fingers had plunged deep inside her. She could feel the rest of his fist pressing into her ass. And it Felt /Good/ “What do you think kitten? Wanna learn some big girl tricks?” She hesitated and then started to whine as his finger began to move inside her. She wanted more. Oh god she wanted much more. “...yes sir” He grinned, wicked sharp. “Good. Let’s begin.”