Jace grabbed me into his arms and swung me around in the air before tackling me into his lap once the last guest had left. “Have fun, baby?” he asked.
I nodded, and then started crying. Jace was confused, he hadn’t expected this reaction. I confessed what I had done, and how bad I felt for letting someone as stupid as Jeannie bait me into doing what I knew was wrong.
“You could have gotten away with it, you know,” Jace said softly. I shook my head, took his hand and led him out to the car. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the scratch across the door. “Besides working on your turns when your driving privileges are returned to you in a month, you know the penalty for stealing. And you broke the law. And you disobeyed me by breaking curfew and leaving the property again. Should I go on?”
He was so disappointed in me. I looked at him, my eyes filled with tears. “Do I get any mercy for telling you the truth and not trying to cover it up?” I asked in a tiny voice.
“Yes. You won’t be going down to The Room,” Jace said, cupping my chin in his hand. He sighed and led me inside. “Take the shears and go cut me two bundles of eight. Make sure they are straight and completely smooth. I also like a wide grip.”
My heart stopped. He really wouldn’t do that, would he? I remembered looking at Gayle’s bottom after her birching and seeing a mass of black and purple welts that prevented her from sitting or even walking comfortably for over four days.
This would be impossible to hide as well and I grabbed Jace’s arm, telling him Jeannie would see and would never let me live it down. My begging and pleading fell on deaf ears. Jace informed me that if I didn’t obey immediately, he would renege about The Room. Trembling, I took the puppies with me to the spot where Gayle had gone and began to prune.
I wish I could be like Gayle and take pride in producing a well-made bundle, but all I could do was beg again for him to spare me. He then called me a drama queen and ordered me over the back of the Royal Lounge like he had done with Gayle. He brought the makeup mirror in and placed it on the coffee table and told me to take a good look in it.
In his best Dom voice, he said that I was looking at the face of a prideful and spoiled little girl who wasn’t mature enough to know what was good for her, and who still didn’t believe enough in herself or the people who loved her to choose right from wrong.
I didn’t want to look at myself. Who would? And the mirror was so close to my face that I couldn’t see Jace either. I knew his face, and the look of disappointment on it that I saw way too often. I started crying again, ashamed.
Jace swished the bundle a couple of times in the air. He repositioned my bottom to be a little higher so that my toes were barely touching the floor. I was still in my jeans, but I clearly remembered what it felt like when Gayle played spanked me once with her bundle.
“We'll do eight, then four and four. Then you will stand in the corner. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.” I sniffed.
“If you aren’t now, you will be. Start counting.”
I wish I could have been as good as Gayle, but alas: I was squirming and dancing in place after the first stroke landed across my bottom. It felt like a hundred blades cutting my skin. I screamed the first count, kicking wildly. Jace pushed my back down, aimed and birched me again, and again, and again.
Those eight felt like hundreds and I only wanted to escape and save myself. How I missed the warm, safe feel of his palm spanking me! Anything was better than this torture. I begged him again as he reached around to unzip and pull down my pants. His strong palm in the middle of my back told me there was no point in begging. I held nothing back as I yelled out, feeling the twigs striking my panties and exposed side of my thighs.
He completed the four quickly, and then gave me some time to catch my breath before pulling down my panties to my knees. The stinging was terrible, like a thousand bees had landed on my bottom and would not leave.
Jace ordered me to look at myself in the mirror for the last four and say, “I will never steal again.” Those words were etched into my mind as Jace made etches on my bottom.
Oh God, never again. I wanted to die; it hurt so badly.
Jace allowed me to lie over the back of the couch and cry for several minutes before he escorted me to the corner, tucking my shirt into my bra strap, with my nose against the wall and hands behind my back. It was so humiliating. Gayle also said it let him monitor how much more my bottom could take since he had a good view of it.
Remorse washed through me in that corner. I knew standing there precluded a trip across his knee, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be there. It was my safe place. Even when not being punished, I would lie across his lap where he would rub my back and comfort me when I was upset. And I did like the way his hand felt on my bottom when I wasn’t being disciplined. Would he stop if he knew how I felt? No, I could never tell him. Maybe in five years, but not now.
Before he spanked me again, he brought the dressing mirror over to have me look at my bottom. I was surprised to see it was bright pink with red welts striped across it, but looked nothing like it felt. It dawned on me what Gayle had endured for hers to come out looking like it did.
It also proved to me that Jace’s expertise in punishment was probably the reason women like Gayle sought him out. More questions for later.
I whimpered quietly as he commenced with the hand spanking, yipping with every swat and promising to put Jace first before I do something stupid again. He literally spanked me over a fifteen-minute period, very slowly and very precisely, pausing only to adjust himself or my bottom, or check on the damage done. True to his word, only a couple of smacks found their way to my upper thighs, with his primary focus on my sit spots which he determined could be black and blue because they were never seen in the skating skirt.
I felt so exposed to his view and, oddly enough, very excited. The more his hand impacted and then rested upon my bare flesh, the more I wanted him to explore me… to dip his fingers into my pussy and discover how attracted I was to him. I waited to see if he would bring me to that special mental retreat, but he did not. I felt disappointed. The desire to experience that ethereal zone one more time was growing stronger in me, almost with an addictive quality.
I was receiving my customary hugs when the phone rang. It was Dr. Parker. “Hey Jace, Marv here. I understand Jeannie put Celeste up to a nasty little prank last night.”
After placing the call on speaker phone, Jace firmly informed him that I had been honest with him and had confessed immediately, annoyed that the man was appearing to be causing problems.
Dr. Parker caught his tone, “Oh, I’m sorry… please, forgive me. I called only to let you know that I spoke with some of the other girls about what led up to it and how my daughter attempted to degrade Celeste and embarrass her because you take a hands-on approach to her behavior. Jeannie has become a bully, and her mother and I have been trying to put an end to it. I just wanted to inform you, and Celeste, that Jeannie finally got a well-deserved spanking on her bare backside for her nasty behavior and taunting. She is also grounded from skating for the rest of the term.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m truly sorry she acted in this manner, and would appreciate it if you would send my deepest apologies to your girl, and assure her that Jeannie will never behave this way again. The other ladies will also be informed of Jeannie’s spanking as a deterrent to her ever trying to humiliate anyone again, and I am making her listen to every phone call I make. I’m truly sorry, Jace.”
“Thanks, Marv. I will certainly let Celeste know. I’m sure things will improve now with Jeannie. I find that my method works quite well as long as it’s done with love.”
“I agree, my friend. It’s something I should have done a long time ago. Life as my youngster knew it is over. Take care, and please call if you ever need anything.”
Jace looked at my surprised face when he hung up. “Well, what do you think about that?”
I sunk into his strong arms once
again, my safe haven where no one and nothing could harm me. “I think I am the luckiest girl on the face of the earth. I have you.” I squeezed. I pushed away my embarrassment as I repositioned myself over his lap. “Will you rub your bottom? It hurts.”
Jace laughed and gladly complied, his warm hand gently caressing me and sending tingles up my spine as it took possession of my stinging backside. I purred, wishing with all my heart that those same caresses would make their move to a more wanting spot. I felt his erection grow under my belly and smiled. It was only a matter of time… He was starting to desire me, too.
Chapter Thirteen
Yee Haw!
“Celeste!” Jace yelled from across the house using his megaphone voice. Like usual, I ignored him as I rested peacefully by the side of the pool sunning myself. I did not lift my head as I heard the French doors open. “Hey, I was calling you.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
He grunted, sitting next to me. After chiding me to wear sunscreen, and rubbing some on my back, he stated that he had a big surprise coming for me on Sunday, and I had three days to clean my room or he would change his mind. Of course, as I laid there in my two piece, high-cut bathing suit, I had to ask when he intended to clean his room. Predictably, he planted a heavy swat to the crown of my thinly clad bottom. I didn’t move, just wiggled and said, “Please, Sir, may I have another?”
He complied, hearing me squeal painfully, “You are hanging around Gayle too much. I’m not sure how I feel about someone your age being this exposed to her, uh, lifestyle.”
“I believe it’s been well-established to be my lifestyle now, as well. Tell me the truth. Weren’t you curious at my age?” I asked, lifting my head to look at him, still wiggling my bottom to invite more attention.
“I spanked my first girlfriend when I was fifteen,” he confessed. “I’ve always hated weak men, like your sperm donor, so I was bound and determined never to be like him. I just wonder how much you need to know, and how much can wait until you’re a bit older.”
“Jace, be real. With the internet, nothing is hidden anymore. Plus, you took me to that Subspace thing. I want to learn more and you know it. You said it’s natural for me, so we might as well not fight it. Now, what’s the surprise?” I asked, changing the subject.
“I forgot.”
“I hate when you do that,” I grumbled.
He laughed again and told me that when I was done with my room, I could do his, than we’d go out for dinner. With a sigh, I obeyed. He rewarded me with a seafood dinner, frozen yogurt, and a quiet walk along the public beach.
I loved these special times with Jace and felt as though I had known him forever. We all noticed that he spent less time away from home and much more time alone with me. Our relationship was changing, and we shared things about ourselves that we both normally would have kept silent about. One of which was the Subspace thing. I broached the subject, admitting it was becoming an obsession.
He sat me on the sand to watch the waves, holding my hand warmly against his thigh. “I know you want that, Baby. I’m just not sure it’s right to give it to you yet. I honestly didn’t think you would fall into the zone so quickly.”
“But I did and I have experienced it. Why are you afraid to take me there again? I don’t understand. It’s not like… like I’m asking you to have sex with me.”
“For me, the ability to take my sub there is as intimate as sex. She has to trust me completely and allow me to guide her through the experience. It also tends to produce… inappropriate feelings… between a noncommitted sub and her Dom. I don’t want you to feel I’m leading you on. Just in case…” he sounded uncomfortable as he searched for his words.
“I’m committed to you, Jace. I told you that. It appears you're the one who's not committed,” I argued.
“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you are asking for yet. Please, give me time. If and when it becomes right for me, you will be the first to know. And it’s not because I don’t want it, either. I need to work out some personal conflicts before I can take another step. Please try to understand.”
With a frustrated sigh, I nodded. He was clearly uncomfortable with the discussion and eager to change the subject. Out of respect, I complied.
On Sunday, Jace called me up from the dock to tell me my surprise was being delivered. The puppies followed me happily and sat on the front porch while a limo pulled into the driveway. It was Cara! Black and white crashed as my girls excitedly greeted Torque, barking in a frenzy of joy while racing around their happy friend and chasing him wildly over the grounds. I hugged Cara tightly. It had been almost a year since I had seen her last.
“Jace, how did you pull this off?” I hugged him gratefully.
“Mr. Jordon called my daddy and asked him if he could borrow me for a couple of weeks to spend time with you while Ma was out of town,” Cara said with a giggle. “Daddy couldn’t wait to get rid of me. He doesn’t know how to entertain me anymore.”
“Two weeks? You’ll be here for two weeks?” I looked at Jace, who nodded, obviously well-pleased with himself as he picked up Cara’s luggage and walked into the house. He gave her the room next to mine and told us to get cleaned up and he’d take us out for lunch.
Cara was overwhelmed. She had never seen the ocean before and could only stare out her picture window in awe. I showed her the door to the adjoining balcony, and took her outside.
She leaned over the railing, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “It smells so good. It’s no wonder you didn’t wanna be stuck at the lake. I’m moving in for good. And Jace is HOT. Do you have any plans with him? Like jumping his bones?” she asked with a twinkle, elbowing me.
“Yeah, he’s hot and believe me, I have lots of plans. He’s just not biting yet, but that isn’t due to my lack of trying,” I confessed with a sigh, “Get changed into some shorts so we can go. I can tell he’s hungry.”
After lunch, we took Cara on a little sightseeing trip around Carmel and then headed home. After quickly introducing her to Mark and Gayle, I took my friend down to the dock to catch up and make plans for my unexpected extended vacation.
The five of us went whale watching, visited Hearst castle, and went to Disney and Six Flags. I almost felt sorry for Jace because having Mark and Gayle around was like having two other kids, and he railed on them about their behavior more than he did about Cara and mine. He finally gave up with the admission of fighting a losing battle. After that, he became as uncontrolled as his friends and Cara and I began to question who the ‘adults’ in our little group were.
I don’t think either of us had ever laughed so hard in our lives as we did that week. When Jace and Mark got into a wrestling match on the living room floor, trying to decide who was more ‘manly’. Cara announced her intention to move in permanently.
The following Sunday, I took Cara to the stables to go from a beach ride and was confronted by this tubby, thirteen-year-old, monkey-faced little creep who was known as the Terror of the Corral. When he demanded we take different horses than the ones I had reserved, I blatantly refused and received a kick to the shin.
Before I had a chance to respond, Cara dove onto him, pommeling him with her fists and grinding his face in horse manure. He was reduced to tears in a matter of seconds and blubbered pathetically as the stable-hands pulled her off his back.
The brat’s mother screamed in our faces, ignoring the stable-hands as they tried to explain that her son had provoked the fight, and then immediately called Jace to order him to pick us up.
I was livid! When he arrived, I promptly told him everything that had happened as he inspected Cara for damages. Relieved that she was okay, he left to talk with the stable manager.
Cara looked at me. “Jace looked mad. Am I in trouble?” she whispered. She looked scared. “I only wanted to protect you.”
“Hey, I know and so does Jace. He loathes bullies. He’s probably threatening the manager that he will not stable our horses here if this type of s
tuff goes on. Here he comes.”
“Okay, ladies, let’s get out of here. You aren’t going to have any more problems with that Smithers kid or his beastly mother again, and I have you scheduled for another ride tomorrow if you want,” Jace promised.
My hero! He looked at Cara in the rear view mirror. “Cara, honey, I need to call your dad about this.”
“Do you have to? He’ll make me come right home then ground me for six months. Do you have any idea how miserable Wyoming is when you’re stuck in a little room with no TV or computer?”
“Sorry, Kiddo, but I have to. That fight was totally unnecessary and you know it.”
“Please, Jace,” I added, “I don’t want her to leave.”
“I‘ll talk to her father about letting her stay the rest of the week. Don’t worry.”
“Jace?” Cara said timidly, “Can’t you just take care of this?”
Jace glanced at her and I elbowed her sharply, shaking my head with a warning that she really did not want to go there, no matter how curious she was.
“Only if I had your father’s permission,” Jace said firmly. “You can ask him when I call him.”
Cara paled.
“Told you,” I whispered, feeling very sorry for my friend.
Jace sat Cara down in the office as he picked up the phone and dialed her father.
“Charlie Monroe here, how can I help you?”
“Hey, Charlie, Jace Jordon. We had a little incident today.” He briefly told Mr. Monroe what had occurred.
“You get that little girl on this telephone now!”
“Hi Daddy,” Cara said quietly.
“Don’t you ‘Hi Daddy’ me, Young Lady. I am booking the next flight home and you are grounded until the end of the year! I will not tolerate you fighting! You are eighteen, for crying out loud! Act like an adult!”
“But Daddy…”
“Give me the phone, Cara,” Jace said. “Charlie, listen; she’s been a good kid and the girls are really having fun. Would you consider another option?”
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