“If you’re cold, I can turn up the heat.”
“No, I’m fine. I’m just not used to this. It just feels funny. Can we just talk now, and get it over with?”
Beau frowned. “Well, I don’t want to start off with you having an attitude. I won’t tolerate sass tonight, it will not end well for you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and meant it. “I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what we are going to talk about.”
“How about, you just listen for now?” He tilted her chin up until her eyes met his. The mixture of dominance and desire she saw there turned her insides to mush. Who was this man, and where had he come from? She rather liked him this way, but she felt almost dirty admitting how crazy turned on he was making her. He hadn’t even done anything yet, and she was dripping wet. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, squeezing her legs together so he wouldn’t see how wet he was making her.
“Yes, Sir.”
Beau smiled down at her. “Mmmm I like the sound of that.”
She did too.
Beau took her hands in his, and pulled her closer to him. “I’ve been thinking. We’ve been doing domestic discipline for what, seven years now?”
She nodded, not sure where he was going with this.
“And we’ve been doing it the exact same way since day one. We have not changed a rule, or a boundary, or a punishment since the day we agreed to start this thing we do.”
She nodded, again.
“And it’s worked okay for us, until now.”
She was starting to feel very worried about where this would go. She had a feeling she knew what was coming next, and it scared the hell out of her.
“But, from the very beginning, you have really been the one in control here. You set the rules, you set the punishments that you felt were acceptable, and everything has been carefully orchestrated to allow me just enough control to make you happy.”
She felt like she was going to cry, she realized with dread that everything he said was completely true, and that she had in a way, been stifling him from being the true head of their home. She swallowed heavily, her throat thick with emotion. She didn’t want to be that way, and she knew her husband deserved more than that, but the thought of giving over that kind of control terrified her.
His eyes searched her face. He knew her so well. “You’re scared aren’t you?”
“Yes.” It came out in a broken whisper.
“Do you trust me?”
“I want to.” She knew that her control issues were deeply rooted in her trust issues, and those went way back to her childhood.
“We don’t have to figure this all out right now. But I think it’s time to re-evaluate the way we do things around here. We’ve changed, our lives have changed, our circumstances have changed, and even our family is evolving. It’s time for this to evolve with us, to fit our current circumstances.”
She took a deep breath, trying to breathe through the fear. She knew he was right, but the idea of change was still a scary concept for her. “So where do we start? What do we change first?”
* * * * *
“I think,” Beau started, expelling the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, “that today was a good start. These last few months have been really tough on you, and I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much too soon. So, we’re going to keep our basic rules in place. No disrespect, dishonesty, disobedience, or dangerous behavior. Those things are exactly the same as they were before. Nothing’s changed except the way I will be dealing with things, which is entirely up to me.”
He searched her face, looking for signs of fear, or anxiety, any hint that he needed to slow down, but he found none, so he continued. “In addition, it’s time for you to start going back to work, even if it’s just for an hour a day. Laney has been doing everything all by herself, and now she has a wedding to plan. She’s going to need a break sometimes, and I want you to eventually be ready for that.”
Ginger looked apprehensive, but she smiled and motioned for him to continue. So far, so good.
“Each day, I will give you a list of the things that I want you to get done, whether they be cleaning, paying bills, or even just getting out of the house. Just whatever I say. If those things do not get finished, there will be consequences.”
That got her gander up. He had expected it would. “Beau Davies! I have handled everything around here for the last seven years perfectly efficiently and without some daily chore list handed to me as if I were an irresponsible child! I most certainly do not need—”
She was cut off as he quickly scooped her up and flipped her face down over his lap. His hand cracked across her cheek with a resounding slap that reverberated off the walls.
“Stop it right now,” he warned her, his hand hovering above her round globes, poised and ready to deliver a harder warning if it was needed. “If you have something to say, you can say it respectfully and without raising your voice. That rule has not changed.”
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry,” she spat in a tone that was neither fine nor sorry. “Will you let me up now?”
“Tempting, but no. I think I’ll keep you like this for a while in case I need easy access.”
A muttered “Hmmph” was the only response.
“I’m not going to argue your point. You did an amazing job of managing to run our lives responsibly and efficiently for a very long time. But I’m not talking about the last seven years. I’m talking about the last five months. I’ve no doubt in my mind that you still are very capable, that is not the issue.”
“I’ve kind of had a lot going on!” she muttered into the couch. It was faint, but he heard it. He let it slide.
“You’ve been overwhelmed.” It was not a question.
She mewed in response, and he took it as a good sign. His hands roamed the creamy white flesh of her buttocks, smiling in surprise when they reached the v between her legs and found her dripping with desire. This was new.
“Whether you’re willing to admit it or not, I think this is just what you’ve been waiting for. And I think it’s precisely the reason you’ve been acting out the way you have. There’s too much for you to handle right now. You’ve been waiting for me to take charge for you, because you’re overwhelmed, and you don’t know where to start.”
Silence. His fingers roamed across the undercarriage, stroking her swollen clit. Her head reared up in surprise, and she gazed at him from over her shoulder. He winked back at her.
“This is what you’ve wanted, isn’t it, sweetheart? Admit it.” His fingers stroked and teased, delving inside of her until she was squirming in his lap.
She glared at him over her shoulder. “I thought we were just going to talk.”
“And we were, until you started being uncooperative and having a snarky little attitude. I’m trying to talk to you now, and you’re not saying anything.”
“I’m not your puppet, I don’t just go around repeating whatever you want me to say. I have my own opinions.”
He frowned. “I know that. But, sweetheart, what your body is telling me, and the words that are coming out of your mouth are two very different things.” His fingers rested on her wet mound, and she whimpered in frustration.
“You like it when I take charge, but you’re too stubborn to admit it.”
“It’s a fluke—just crazy post baby hormones or something.”
“Okay, darling, if that’s the way you want to play it. It’s too bad, though, because we could have had a lot of fun.” He brought his hand down hard across her bottom, right over the crease between her cheeks, watching as the skin flattened under the force and sprang back up slightly pinker than before. She shrieked and bucked, her hands flying back to cover herself. He simply took the offending limb and pinned it against the small of her back before continuing.
Her breath left her with a sharp little whoosh as the palm of his hand fell flat against her tender crease. He could see what his dominance was doing to her, whether she wa
s ready to admit it or not. He was more than happy to concentrate on the task at hand, which was roasting her perfect little bottom. His cock stirred, tight against the fabric of his slacks as he watched the milky flesh turn pink and warm under his palm.
“You don’t have to admit that you like it, but you do have to accept it, because that’s the way it’s going to be from now on.” He stopped spanking and began to rub, conscious that she had had enough. He saw the tension leave her, and she melted across his lap.
“Fine,” she muttered grudgingly into his leg. “I like it, but I don’t like that I like it.”
He bit back a smile. That was good enough for now.
“Anything else?” Her tone was full of snark, but he knew it was just false bravado, as opposed to an actual attitude. This was not easy for her, and all things considered she was handling it very well.
“Yes, lots. But they can wait for another day.”
He claimed her pussy with his hand, his fingers delving into her soft folds, and she cried out as he flicked her clit, pinching ever so lightly while his fingers dove deep inside her.
She wiggled against him, scrambling in a frenzy of desire until she found his zipper and freed him. Freeing herself of his grasp, she slid to the floor in front of him, and took him in her mouth, sucking greedily as she stroked his shaft. He grabbed her hair tightly, fighting for control as he murmured his deep appreciation. She cupped his balls in her free hand and gently pulled, tremors of need pulsing through his stiff member. She was sucking frantically with such lusty fervor that he was going to come much too soon if she kept it up. He reached down and took her hand, gently pulling her into his arms and lowered her onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he buried his face between her thighs, breathing in the heady intoxicating scent of her arousal. It was her turn to receive pleasure, and he was more than happy to reciprocate.
Chapter Seven
She awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in through the window and the familiar sounds of Hazel jabbering to herself in the next room. She stretched languorously across the bed as she took a mental index. Her bottom was deliciously sore, just the right amount, and her pussy still tingled with the memory of the very thorough fucking he had given her. She blushed instantly at the memories that assailed her and wondered when she had ever behaved so wantonly in her life. The only way to describe how she felt this morning was completely and utterly satiated.
She lay there for a few more minutes as she contemplated her day. Surely, she thought, Beau couldn’t have been serious about leaving her a list. He had just been in the moment, acting all hot and dommy. And surely she didn’t need to go into the shop today. She had brought all the financials home with her, and she could finish up from home.
Hazel’s chatter was getting louder and more impatient, so she pulled herself out of bed and put her robe on before padding across the hall to the nursery.
“Hi, sweetie!” she exclaimed with a big smile, grabbing her out of the crib and holding her close. “You slept all night! Such a good girl, yes you are. And Mommy got a lot of rest, and now you and I are going to have the absolute best day together!”
She kept up the happy one-sided dialogue as she changed and dressed Hazel, happily planning out their day in her head. She was feeling wonderful, and full of energy and ready to take on the world.
As they made their way down the stairs, the scent of hot fresh coffee filled her nostrils. She deposited Hazel in the swing and padded over to the coffee pot.
Her heart sank when she saw the piece of paper propped against her coffee cup.
Good Morning Darling Wife,
You looked so peaceful and I didn’t have the heart to wake you before I left. I hope the coffee I made is still hot and fresh by the time you find it.
This is day one of our new arrangement. I know that you already have a lot on your plate today, but I have a few more things to ask of you.
Finish the financials and pay Laney when you go into work today. There’s a roast in the fridge. Put it in the crockpot for dinner. Make the beds, fold the laundry that’s in the dryer, and clean the bathrooms.
That’s it, my love. It’s not a lot, and I know you are more than capable, which is why there will be consequences if it is not taken care of when I return.
I love you.
Beau
She couldn’t help but scowl as she re-read the letter. Apparently, he had been more than serious. About all of it. She had been willing and ready to write it off as some hot, sex-crazed game. Now that she knew that wasn’t the case, she didn’t know how she felt about it.
“Well, that’s just fabulous,” she mumbled to herself as she fixed her coffee and a bowl of rice cereal for Hazel. “That should take up all of our day.”
She downed her coffee and hurriedly fed Hazel enough cereal to satisfy her, topping it off by scattering a handful of cheerios across her tray. She ran through her morning chores as quickly as possible, getting the roast going, and the laundry put away and moving onto the bathroom. Her chores took twice as long as they usually would have, as she had to stop and take care of her daughter and find ways to keep her entertained as she worked, but before too long it was nap time. Hazel went down easily and slept just long enough for Ginger to finish the required book work.
By then it was already one thirty, and if there were no meetings or events after school, Beau would be home around four. The only thing left on her list was to go to The Ginger Paddle.
Her stomach clenched and her hands turned to ice as she thought about going into work again. She had missed the lunch rush already, so maybe it would be okay. It’s just an hour, just one. I can hide in my office the whole time, she mentally coached herself. I just need to go in, give Laney a check, and check up on things. I’ll make some phone calls or clean the office. Her stomach growled, and a lightbulb went off in her head, giving her the perfect solution to her work induced anxiety problem.
I’ll just go in and have lunch. A quick easy lunch, I’ll check in on the place and visit with Laney for a bit. That’s all. I can do that.
Her breathing slowed, and the color returned to her cheeks. After all, it was just lunch. She was almost looking forward to it.
It took her less than fifteen minutes to get herself and Hazel ready and drive to the Ginger Paddle. When she got there, she was relieved to find the parking lot was almost completely empty. Besides Laney’s car, there were only two others, and unless she was mistaken, they belonged to Julie Renton and Terri Sims, Laney’s best friends.
Feeling relieved and hungry, she hurried in with Hazel in tow.
“Wow! Twice in two days? What’s the occasion?” Laney quipped when she saw her.
“Very funny.” She smirked at her cousin. “As it happens, I brought you something,” she teased, waving the envelope in front of Laney just out of arms’ reach. “Unless of course, you don’t want it…”
“Gimme!” Laney exclaimed, snatching the check from her grasp and tucking it in her pocket. “Now I can go dress shopping!”
“Can you make me some lunch first? I’m starving, and it’s been way too long since I had one of your famous sushi rolls.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Cuz,” Laney teased back. “What will it be?”
Ginger perused the menu with a wicked grin. Ordering the uniquely named rolls to match your day and mood was quick becoming a Corbin’s Bend tradition, at least for the women. Ginger had never played along, but this time she found she couldn’t resist. “I will have… a spanko roll, and an HOH roll,” she told her cousin, grinning broadly at the surprised look on Laney’s face.
Laney eyed her quizzically for a second before taking it in stride and stalking towards the kitchen.
“Ginger, it’s so good to see you out and about. It’s been forever!” Ginger wasn’t one to make friends as easily as Laney did, but she had always liked Julie Renton.
Julie had an easy going friendly demeanor like Laney’s, but unlike Laney, she could reel it in a
nd knew when to be a little more reserved around people who didn’t share her outgoing flair. Ginger had always appreciated that about her. She also had a knack for knowing what people needed. After giving Ginger a hug, and cooing over Hazel for a few minutes, she winked at Ginger, before glancing at her watch, and exclaiming, “Oh, wow! Look at the time. Hey, Terri, didn’t you say you had a meeting soon? We better get going! Bye, Laney, we’ll have to catch you later.”
Shortly after, Laney emerged from the kitchen with their lunch. Setting the tray on the table in front of Ginger, she made a grab for the baby. “Hand her over! I have just enough time for baby cuddles and girl talk before I have to get back to work.”
Ginger happily obliged, digging into the sushi. She rolled her eyes upwards as the first bite of the spanko roll melted on her tongue. “Oh, wow, that’s amazing! Why haven’t I tried that one before?”
Laney just smirked at her. “Because, you’re predictable, dependable, you never stray from the expected. Which brings us to today’s big question. Why change it up now?”
“I think I’m becoming a spanko!” Ginger blurted between bites.
Laney was quick, turning her head just in time for the soda spraying out of her mouth to hit the wall rather than Ginger’s face.
“I’m sorry, what now?”
“I think, I’m starting to be, you know, a spanko,” Ginger whispered.
“What do you mean starting to be? You weren’t already?” Laney looked genuinely confused.
“Oh, god no!”
“So, why do you think you are now?” Laney lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned forward.
“Lately, when Beau talks about, you know…spanking, I get…turned on.”
Laney just stared at her blankly. “And this is…something new?”
“Of course!” Ginger exclaimed, feeling scandalized.
“I see. Why did you move to Corbin’s Bend exactly?”
Now it was Ginger’s turn to be confused. “Because we wanted to be free to be open about the fact that we had a domestic discipline marriage. You know this.”
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