“You okay?” he asked, stroking a warm hand down her back.
“Yes, I’m fine now.” His touch soothed her and settled her remaining nerves. Nate knew what she needed and loved her. He would take care of her.
Nate stepped back out of her line of sight and started speaking in that dominant tone that let her know he was in charge and meant business. It also made her knees weak and her heart flutter. “The spanking over my knee was because you needed a spanking, and from now on we’re going to have weekly maintenance sessions in order to prevent you from becoming a brat and trying to earn a spanking. Do you understand?” He wasn’t asking if she agreed with his pronouncement, just if she understood the words.
Connie did and sighed in relief, though she probably wouldn’t be so happy when this maintenance was actually taking place. But she knew she wanted it, needed it to keep her from feeling alone and adrift. “Yes Sir.”
“Good.” He paused, and in the silence Connie heard the distinctive snick and chink of a belt buckle being loosened. A brief moment of panic ran through her, leaving her butt cheeks clenched and her pussy wet. “Now it’s time for your punishment for your behavior this week.” The belt hissed against his jeans as he pulled it free of the belt loops. Fear warred with desire as her mind raced with the knowledge of what was about to happen. “You’re being punished for being late today and not calling or texting me to let me know. Then when you did finally come home you were snotty to me when I asked you a question. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.” Connie admitted, burying her face in the comforter beneath her. She felt ashamed as she though back over the night. Her study group decided to order pizza and work late, and instead of coming home to Nate she decided to stay in a childish attempt at provoking him. She knew if she just called and let him know she was staying it would be no big deal so she deliberately didn’t, even though her conscience jabbed at her several times for probably freaking him out. Her friend Gina had even asked if Nate would be upset if Connie stayed and Connie just smiled and said he wouldn’t mind. Yeah right. Apparently her provocation had worked, and she was about to find just how well. So, so stupid.
“I was worried about you Constance, and angry that you didn’t care enough to call.”
His words made the tears hovering at the edges of her eyes splash over. How could a grown woman act like a twelve-year-old and treat the man she loved this way in order to get his attention? How ridiculous, how embarrassing.
“You’re going to get ten with the belt, and then you’re going to stand in the corner for ten minutes and think about your behavior.”
Connie didn’t even tense at his words. She’d expected it. Actually, she’d expected worse, but still somewhere in the depths of her confused brain a small thought appeared. One that said she should be insulted and furious that he was going to whip her with his belt and then make her stand in the corner like a little girl. Luckily her logical brain stamped it out, reminding her that she’d acted just like a little girl so that’s how Nate was responding. She accepted this punishment, knew she deserved it, and definitely needed it.
As if Nate could read her mind, the second she’d come to terms with what was about to happen the first blow struck. She heard the leather sail through the air right before it smacked against her already swollen backside. The sting was nothing like Nate’s palm, and the sharp sensation made her cry out and lurch upward. Nate stopped her with a heavy palm on her back. “No. Stay still Connie. That was one.”
Before she could complain that there was no way she could take more, number two made contact with her other cheek, though the sting was slightly less. Like he’d adjusted his force based on her reaction. Three and four came quickly, alternating between cheeks again. Nate counted each as he delivered it, which was good since Connie was so focused on holding still she couldn’t possibly form words. It fucking hurt! Every instinct screamed at her to flee, but she overruled them, reminding herself over and over that she’d agreed to this, she deserved it and Nate wouldn’t ever damage her. He was making his point, it definitely hurt, but it wasn’t agonizing. She could get through this. She would submit to him and take her punishment to heart.
Stroke five landed low, evenly distributed between both cheeks, and lanced straight through to her pussy. It burned and she yelped again. When number six struck in the exact same spot she tried to rise up again, but Nate’s hand pushed her back down, forcing her to take the rest.
“Four more Connie. Don’t fight me.” He ordered, then delivered seven and eight on each cheek in rapid succession. She gasped at the sharp blows and tears began to fall in earnest. It hurt so bad! She vowed to never break another rule again if she made it through this punishment.
Nate shifted his weight to hold her down more securely and Connie knew without him saying a word that these last two would be the worst. She tried to prepare herself but between the tears streaming down her face, her swollen ass and Nate’s weight holding her down she could barely think.
A supersonic hiss, than half a second later the belt made contact spanning both cheeks in a long line of fire. She cried out, loudly, uncaring if anyone heard her. Her pride was gone, stripped away by Nate’s belt. Her cheeks were drenched and snot ran out of her nose. Why, oh why, had she acted like such an asshole? If he’d done that to her she’d have been furious, and probably yelled and ranted at him to release her frustration. Nate was making her accept the consequences of her actions, making her face her poor choices head on, and she loved him for it. Though the final stroke of her punishment had her quickly rethinking that statement.
He didn’t give her more than ten seconds break before he dealt the last blow, landing it just below the last stroke so it caught the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs. She cried out again from the unbearable sting and buried her face in the soaked fabric beneath her.
Nate dropped the belt on the floor and released her hands from where he’d secured them behind her back. Connie lifted her tear stained eyes and found him watching her with a look that held nothing but love. Still stern, but loving too. Unfortunately her ass had gotten a double helping of his new brand of love and wasn’t too happy with her. The sting from the last two blows was still throbbing and she reached back to try to soothe some of the burn, but Nate stopped her before she made contact. He pushed her hands down and gently gripped her elbows, helping her stand and face him.
“No rubbing,” he admonished, “the last part of your punishment is to stand in the corner and think about your actions and what you should have done differently, and why I was upset. And while you’re standing there, no rubbing.”
He reinforced his words with a hard look that let her know he expected obedience or there would be consequences. She nodded because she really couldn’t handle anymore consequences tonight, then he led her over to the corner across from the bed.
“I’m going to order some dinner,” he said from behind her. “Keep your hands where I put them. I’ll be back in ten minutes and then you’re going to tell me what you came up with from you’re thinking time.”
Nate kissed the back of her head then raised her hands so they rested right over the spot where she’d felt his breath, then he left the room leaving the door open. He could walk by and see her in this position, make sure she hadn’t cheated, and she wouldn’t know it because she was facing the wall. And oh how she wanted to cheat! If she could just rub her aching butt it would feel so much better. But Connie had a feeling if she was caught it would feel so much worse. So instead of focusing on the burning in her backside she did what Nate had instructed and thought about her behavior. It made the shame and guilt rise up again but she forced herself to face it since that was the point of this exercise.
Before she knew it Nate was behind her again, turning her around and enclosing her in a gentle embrace. Her tears had all dried to a salty film on her cheeks and the sting in her ass had reduced to a dull ache. She wondered if she’d even feel it the next day.
“Now,” Nate
began, leading her to the bed and pulling her into his lap. She winced when her bare behind made contact with his denim covered thighs but sucked it up and snuggled into his chest when he wrapped his arms around her. “Tell me.”
Connie didn’t have to think for another second about her words. They’d been ready to burst from her lips since thirty seconds after he’d left the room. “I’m so sorry I acted like a child and didn’t call to let you know I’d be late. I’m sorry I made you worried.” She hoped that would be enough.
“Why didn’t you call?” he asked and her hopes of a simple apology be enough were dashed.
“I don’t know, I thought about calling and then just didn’t.” She did not want to admit to him why she didn’t call. It was too embarrassing.
“So the problem wasn’t that you forgot to call?” he asked, drawing the truth out of her question by question, forcing her to put into words the conclusion she’d reached in the corner.
“No I didn’t forget,” she replied, still hedging.
“Connie,” Nate said, clearly getting annoyed at her obtuse answers. “What made you break the rules? And answer me this time or you’ll end up back in the corner.”
“I didn’t call because I wanted a spanking.” She spat the words at him, regretting her petulance but unable to control herself. Admitting again that she’d basically asked for the punishment she’d just suffered through felt wrong but, it was the truth. She expected Nate to be mad at her for intentionally provoking him but he just squeezed her tighter.
“That’s what I thought too but I wanted to hear you say it. Thank you for being honest.” He nuzzled her hair then continued, “That’s why we’re starting weekly maintenance sessions. So you don’t have to act out to get what you need. Okay?”
Connie wanted to deny it but she couldn’t. “Yes that sounds good.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about this, about needing to be spanked. Lots of people feel the same way. Besides I like spanking you.” He gave her an evil grin, then sobered. “But I don’t like punishing you, I hope the maintenance will remind you of the rules so that there’s no more reasons for punishment.”
“They will,” Connie assured him nodding her head so hard she almost sprained her neck. She did not have any desire to repeat that belting and corner time.
“Good. Now get dressed. Food will be here soon and I’m starved.” Nate stood up and placed her on the floor. When he went to step away Connie grabbed his upper arms and pulled him back to her. “I’m sorry I ruined dinner. I’ll make something great tomorrow or Sunday,” she promised pouring her love into the apology, hoping he would feel her sincerity.
Nate rewarded her with a huge grin. “It’s all forgiven baby, don’t think about it anymore. But I would love a good dinner.”
She nodded, heart so full that tears sprang up. “I love you Nate. Thank you for loving me even when I’m a bitch.” She wrapped her arms around his broad chest and inhaled the warm male scent of him. So strong, so virile and so hers. She was so happy with his new take charge attitude, so happy that he loved her enough to take her in hand and give her what she needed, even when she didn’t realize she needed it.
Never in a million years would she have imagined that the key to her happiness would be having a strong man willing to put her over his knee and redden her bottom. But there it was.
“I love you too baby, so much.” Nate said giving her a long squeeze, only letting go when the doorbell rang. “Now let’s eat.”
Chapter 8
Nate watched Connie carefully while they ate for any signs she resented him or was mad about the punishment spanking. It had been harder, and longer, than her previous session over his knee, and he’d added the element of corner time. Other than not eating much he saw nothing except a sexy woman who happened to be sitting on a very sore ass. She’d tried to stand at the counter claiming she’d sat all day and would rather not sit, but he was having none of that. He made her put her butt in her usual seat across from him and enjoyed watching her squirm. He couldn’t wait to have her squirming and writhing in pleasure beneath him. Spanking her had made him unbelievably hard, but he forced himself to wait a little while before ravishing her. He didn’t want her to confuse the purpose of the spanking. It was a punishment, and making love right after seemed to send mixed messages. He would wait at least a few hours before taking her back to bed, if he could make it that long. What he needed was to stop thinking about it and focus on something else. Like eating.
Nate tried, he really did, but watching her shift every few minutes in an effort to get comfortable on the hard wooden chairs did him in. As soon as he swallowed his last bite he stood up and walked over to her.
“Are you done?” His voice sounded husky even to his own ears, but he was beyond hiding his lust for her now.
She nodded and took his outstretched hand. He yanked her out of the chair and started towards the bedroom, pulling her behind him. Not that she was protesting in any way. He’d seen the flash of arousal in her eyes at his question. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, even after her spanking, and that knowledge made his dick even harder. If that was even physically possible.
They reached the bedroom and Nate turned around to face Connie, clasped both her hands in his and walked backward until his knees bumped the bed. He sat, pulling her between his thighs.
“Having you over my knee makes me so hard for you Connie. It took every ounce of my self-control to finish the spanking the way I needed to,” he murmured, sliding his hands underneath her shirt, then slowly lifting the cloth up and over her head. Undressing her for his pleasure, revealing her body for his viewing. Her breasts were at the perfect height for tasting, so he did. Licking the soft underside of each, making her draw in a breath at the slide of his warm tongue over her skin. Then he circled each nipple, leaving wet rings, before nibbling each to a hard point.
Nate turned her around, needing to see the results of his earlier handiwork. He tugged each side of her yoga pants down an inch at a time, torturing himself with a slow motion reveal of her pink ass. Nope, not bright red anymore he was happy to see, but still a nice rosy pink. He leaned forward and gently bit down on the left cheek making Connie jump and let out a squeak. “Hey!”
“Don’t move,” he rasped, barely controlling his eagerness. His need to throw her on the bed and lick every inch of her body until she came so many times her mind imploded from the onslaught of pleasure almost overwhelmed him. He would do that, but first he was going to enjoy his self produced show staring Connie’s ass.
Lower and lower, he slowly drew her pants down, taking her panties along for the ride. He thought about taking them separately, dragging out his torment even longer, but his self-restraint wouldn’t last that long. Finally they lay in a pool around her ankles. He ran his hands up the sides of her smooth legs, toned from her mornings spent on the treadmill downstairs, then took handfuls of her ass and started to knead her flesh. His actions earned him another protesting gasp, but when he slid his thumb down to the damp spot between her legs it turned into a moan of pleasure. He couldn’t help groaning himself at finding her so wet. His slow exploration must be torturing her too. Time to end both their suffering.
Nate reached down with his right hand and lowered his zipper while his left stayed busy exploring her folds. His cock leapt out of its confinement, eager to join in on the action after being forced to stay hidden for the last two hours. Then he guided Connie back so her pussy hovered over his engorged shaft for a lingering moment. Without further instruction she lowered herself down and leaned forward, rubbing her slick bare skin over his throbbing head, teasing him until he couldn’t stand one more second of not being inside her. He thrust up just as she was beginning to slide down, ramming himself home much faster that she had planned for sure. Luckily he met zero resistance. Only warm welcoming wet heat embraced him, making them both shudder with involuntary spasms.
“Oh Nate, you feel so good,” Connie moaned. Then she starte
d to move. Grinding back and forth, then moving in slow circles, all without putting an inch of air between them like she couldn’t bear to give up the feeling of his hardness within her for even a second. Then, finally, she lifted up, dragging along his cock with excruciating slowness. He itched to grab her hips and take control but he wanted to let her have this moment. When she held only the tip of him within her she paused then impaled herself with a grunt, the sound of flesh smacking flesh spurring his arousal even higher. Connie groaned, then did it again, circling on the downstroke. Soon she found a rhythm and Nate allowed himself to wrap his hands around her hips, but only to keep her balanced. He let her ride him, working herself into one of the most stunning orgasms he’d seen from her ever. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vise, throbbing and releasing, making him pant to hold back his own release. It was no use, he had to take control now, had to come now while her inner walls still rippled. One, two, three violent thrusts of his hips and he joined her in ecstasy. His fingers dug into her hard enough to leave bruises but she didn’t seem to mind since Nate’s orgasm had triggered another one for her.
Nate reluctantly released his grip on her pelvis and instead hugged her under her breasts, pulling her back with him as he reclined back on the bed. He scattered small kisses along her shoulders and neck, letting her catch her breath before he spoke. But really there was no need for words. He knew how she felt, just as she knew his heart. How could she not after that bout of mind-blowing sex? No way could either of them have any doubts about whether they were on the right path.
Feeling more secure and peaceful than he had in months Nate relaxed into sleep with Connie clutched securely in his arms.
***
Weeks flew by and Connie and Nate settled into a comfortable routine. Nate made sure he was home at least two nights a week to have dinner and spend time with her, and Connie made sure to be home when he was. They communicated more, laughed more and loved more. It was all in no small part due to what happened every Friday night. After dinner was cleaned up they’d head to the bedroom to take care of Connie’s maintenance. The first two weeks were great, but by the third week Connie felt like Nate’s heart wasn’t into it, like he didn’t really want to spank her just because she needed it.
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