Adjusting Addie

by RJ Gray

  "Here is what we know so far," Ben said, starting the conversation. "Whitehall has been stalking Addie. We don't know what the end game is, but he has been following her around town and has broken into her house and put three cameras up."

  "Why haven't you done something about this yet?" Annie interjected. "Surely, you should have arrested him by now!" The accusation was sent towards Ben.

  "It isn't that easy. We know there are three cameras in her home, but we do not have definitive proof that it was Whitehall who installed them. We know by his conversation that he has followed Addie; he knows her meal choices down to the very last bite, but again, we have no proof. It is all circumstantial and wouldn't hold up in court. We would have to catch him in the act," Ben said. "Our justice system demands physical evidence, and unfortunately, he's done a good job of being invisible so far."

  "So what do we do now?" Annie asked, placing her hand gently over her best friend's. Annie was an investigative reporter. She sought out the truth is dramatic situations and threw herself into danger more times than Addie could count. She wanted a plan and, by golly, if these two giant musclemen couldn't come up with one, Annie would.

  "We set him up. I have men working on trying to find his wife. We have discovered that he bought a rather large storage shed. Upon investigation, it doesn't appear to be at any of his properties. If he were going to make a prison out of anything, it would be this shed. It's a new Pinterest trend to buy containers like this and turn them into small living quarters. The objects he purchased at Lowes would suggest that he was doing just that. I have a team scouring his known whereabouts to see if we can find it. Meanwhile, we need a plan to catch him stalking Addie."

  "When is your next visit with him?" Annie asked.

  "On Friday." Addie said. "He is my last visit of the night, six to seven."

  "What if you and Brad have a lover's quarrel? If he is following you, you can have a pretend fight that morning. If he knows about it, you know he is watching," Annie suggested.

  "Not a terrible idea," Ben contributed. "Do you have a morning routine that you two follow?"

  "The Y!" they both said in unison.

  "Okay, so here's the plan. Friday morning, you and Brad will pretend to break up at the gym. You'll go back to your place and call Annie. Tell her about your fight and add a lot of details about why your relationship failed with him. We'll see if he takes the bait on Friday. Make sure you mention how you are moving back into your apartment and how the AC is finally working again. I'll put an armed, plain clothes officer at the apartment, and we will see if he tries to come for you," Ben said, coming up with a plan on the spot.

  "No," Brad said. "You are placing her in too much danger."

  "It's the only way. We have to set him up. I'll be watching from a surveillance van, and I will have a police officer there," Ben answered.

  "I don't like it, either. What if he tries to kidnap or assault her somewhere else?" Annie said.

  "He won't. He won't take the chance of being caught in public," Ben assured her

  "How do you know, though?" Brad wanted reassurances that Addie would be safe.

  "I've worked many cases with men like this before. They are cunning and smart. They aren't the run of the mill criminal. They are manipulative. It's the way their minds work. Domestic violence perpetrators are smooth operators."

  "Look, I love both of you, but I have to do this. Court is on Monday, and if we don't come up with something concrete by then, he'll get Lindsey back. I can't let that monster have Lindsey," Addie said. They all heard the tone in her voice. There would be no changing her mind. For the next hour, they worked out the kinks in their plan before heading in their separate directions.

  Brad and Addie were lying in bed later that night after having passionate, uninhibited sex. "Are you sure about this, baby?" Brad asked. "I'm sure we can find another way."

  "I am very sure about it. I think it is adorable that you worry about me, but, Brad, I'm not a helpless little lamb about to be sacrificed. I'm a strong, independent woman."

  "Independent?" Brad teased as he brushed his fingers over Addie's nipples. He felt them harden under his thumb pad and chuckled. "Independent, you say?" He scratched a gentle line from her nipple down the middle of her stomach, dipping quickly into her belly button and then down further. He moved his thumb and finger to the still swollen nub of her clit and started to rub it between his digits.

  "I'm pretty sure your days of being independent ended the first time I took you across my lap. You are no longer independent." He looked into her eyes while his fingers played their magic on her clit. "You belong to me." Brad shifted down to between her legs and pinched her clit sharply between his thumbs, causing Addie to cry out. He lowered his head and took the nub in his mouth, sucking hard. He flicked his tongue across the top and alternated between sucking and flicking, driving Addie mad. He stopped and pulled himself back over her, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head with a rough motion. He lowered his face to directly above hers. "There should be no question whatsoever who you belong to, Addie mine, but to make it quite clear…" He kissed her roughly, pushing her lips apart with his tongue and thrusting it inside. He explored her mouth thoroughly before moving down her neck, kissing and trailing little bites down to her breast. He looked at her. "Don't you move your hands. Do you understand me, Addie girl?"

  "Yes, Sir!" she said breathlessly. He took her left nipple in his mouth and suckled on it like a hungry baby trying to get every drop of milk from his mom. He moved his head to the right breast and repeated his ministration. Pulling back, he grabbed the tip of the nipple with his teeth and bit down, not hard, but hard enough for it to be slightly painful. He ground his teeth gently but with enough pressure to set her nerves on fire. She moaned, and he bit a little harder. She cried out then, and he pulled back on the pressure. Addie knew he was gaging her tolerance for pain and her responses to it. He pushed her to the edge but stopped when any signs of distress arose.

  He moved down her stomach once again and forcibly pushed her legs apart. He knelt between her parted thighs and rested back on his haunches. Placing one finger in her tight, slick opening, he started to move it in and out. Addie's eyes were closed; she was enjoying the attention her boyfriend was administering. He put another finger in and then a third. Her eyes flew open; she was quite full, almost uncomfortably so.

  "Shhh," Brad said to her. "Just feel." He moved his fingers in and out of her with a steady tempo. The flick of his finger gently over her G-spot drove her insane. While he moved the fingers of his right hand inside of her, he flicked the top of her clit with one finger of the other hand. Addie tightened up as the pressure built. She was right on the verge of orgasming again. He pulled out before she could, and her disappointed moan filled the room.

  "Who do you belong to, Addisyn?" Brad practically growled in her direction.

  "You!" she cried out. He grabbed her arms from above her head, where she hadn't moved them since his command, and set her up. He knelt next to her face and held his hard cock out to her, and without a word, she drew it in her mouth, hungry. She engulfed it and began to suck while wrapping her hands around the base and moving them back and forth. Brad grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his fist and started to guide her speed. He slowed her down and encouraged her to open wider, take more of him in. She would gasp from time to time, choking on the thickness of his broad member. He was throbbing with need, and only she would fulfill it. He pulled out before he could spill down her throat and moved over her. He slipped into her wet opening and thrust hard and fast.

  "Who do you belong to? Whose pussy is this?"

  "Yours, Sir!" Addie had never had a dick go that deep in her. It was like he was hitting her soul with each vigorous thrust. He slammed into her, and the pressure began to build again. Her body was tingling, and she desperately wanted that release. It built, and it built, until she was so incredibly close to being pushed over the edge into the rainbow of bliss that it would
shake her entire being. "Please!" she cried out.

  "No, Addie, not yet," Brad commanded.

  "Can I please come?"

  "Not yet," he said, moving once, twice and a third time back into her, slamming so deep his hips were meeting hers. "Who do you belong to?" he asked a third time.

  "You!" Addie yelled out

  "Who do you belong to, Addie girl?"

  "You, Sir! Please, can I come?" She was panting as she tried to restrain herself, unsure if she could hold back even one more second.

  "Yes, baby girl. Now, Addie girl, come for me."

  Addie exploded around him, the contractions of her orgasm milking his from him. Together, they soared into deep pleasure, the likes of which they hadn't felt before. Addie knew for sure, she belonged to him.

  Chapter 12

  It had been exactly one week since the supervised visit with Mr. Whitehall. Brad noticed that the bags under Addie's eyes were the same color as the coffee in the huge mug she was currently consuming.

  "I think we should rethink this plan. I don't think you are ready, and I am sure there is another way to do this," Brad said gently. "You aren't sleeping well, babe. I'm worried about you."

  "Don't," Addie said, putting her coffee on the counter with enough force that some of it sloshed over. "Don't you dare!" she yelled at Brad.

  "Excuse me?" Brad asked. "Fix your tone, Addisyn. Now." They had discussed respect several times. He wouldn't yell at her, and she wouldn't yell at him. Having a healthy relationship meant discussing things like adults, not like hormonal teenagers throwing temper tantrums. He had also told her that being tired or under the influence of alcohol would never excuse her behavior. It might be a contributing factor, but it would not deter her from the consequences of her behavior. He had told her this after she had stayed up late multiple nights in a row on her phone. He knew this exhaustion was a different kind altogether and was willing to allow for some concession, if she reined in the behavior.

  "No! I won't! Don't you fucking dare try to tell me how to do my job again! My job is to protect Lindsey! I can only do that by following through with our plan!" She pointed at him and then pushed her finger into his chest. "I won't tell you how to adjust someone, and you don't get to tell me how to take care of the kids on my caseload!"

  Brad looked down at the little spitfire poking him and saw the emotions dancing in her eyes like a spark heading towards a powder keg. She was on the verge of an explosion. Brad grabbed her wrist firmly, not painfully, but not gently, either.

  "You are right about one thing, little girl. You won't tell me how to adjust people, especially since my girlfriend is badly begging for an attitude adjustment."

  "No!" Addie screamed, stomping her foot in response. "I didn't do anything wrong!" She pouted, "You can't punish me for speaking my mind! I won't let you."

  "Addisyn Marie." The warning in his tone was almost tangible. "If you stomp your foot at me again, I will get the spoon. When have I ever spanked you for speaking your mind?" He looked at her. No response, other than to cross her arms and stare at him. "I'm waiting." He stared her down. "When have I ever punished you for speaking your mind in a respectful way?"

  "Never!" she ground out.

  It took every ounce of discipline not to reach for her and start spanking her offensive attitude out. "Now, this behavior has nothing to do with me at all. It is because you have your visit with Whitehall, today, and you are worried. I know you. The reason behind the behavior doesn't excuse the actions you have taken this morning. If you are pent up and upset and need a spanking to help release some of the emotions, all you have to do is ask. Remember the spanking I gave you to help release everything, a few days ago? Wasn't it helpful? Don't let yourself get to this point of destruction. I should have recognized the signs, last night, and taken care of you then." Brad knew she was stressed and anxious. In their short six weeks together, he had already come to recognize how wound up she got when she was anxious about something. He was glad to be there to bring her back down. Just like their first encounter, when she snapped at him at the gym, she would act totally out of character when she was stressed.

  "I don't want a spanking, and I don't need one, either! You are just being a bully because you want to control all aspects of my life and I won't let you!" She balled her fist up and slammed it sideways on to the countertop.

  Brad sighed with frustration. He knew the root of the fit and also knew she wouldn't calm down until he had tamed her by lighting her butt on fire. The plan was to have a breakup fight at the YMCA, which would mean no working out, but Brad realized, his little girl needed a much different kind of exercise this morning, or the fight might be a little too real. He calmly set his coffee down, grabbed the top of Addie's arm and turned her into him so that her back was against his stomach. He reached around her, opened the drawer and pulled the wooden spoon out. Addie gasped. "You can't," she yelled.

  "I can." Brad stepped back half a step, guided her to the kitchen table and bent her over it. The wood pressed gently into her stomach. Addie threw her hands back to cover her butt, a last-ditch effort before the onslaught she knew was coming.

  "That's five with my belt, Addisyn. You know better." She did, and she knew he meant it. He took her hands and stretched them in front of her onto the wood. Then he walked behind her and pulled her pajama shorts and panties down, baring her butt. It had been a week since her last discipline spanking, when she had decided to put herself and Lindsey in danger by having the visit at the park. Brad knew that Addie was a teapot about to blow her lid, and he wanted to help her release that steam. He also knew she had a high pain tolerance and was stubborn. He steeled himself for what he hoped wouldn't be too hard of a spanking. He was prepared to do what he had to, in case she needed more.

  He set the spoon on the table next to her and lifted his right hand back, bending at the elbow, and spanking with the movement of his wrist only, starting her warm up. He was quick with the swats, steady force all over both cheeks. He didn't say anything as he peppered her butt, but he did hear her protests, and they were falling on deaf ears. She claimed her innocence and then went into a tirade about him abusing his authority. He smiled to himself. She would be singing another tune at the end of her spanking. He knew her and was confident in his assessment.

  After her bottom had warmed to a nice rosy pink and was warm all over, Brad stepped back just a little. He raised his arm now above his head and crashed it down into her left check, watching the red outline of his hand show up when he drew back.

  Addie cried out, and she knew the warmup was over. He raised his hand high and followed suit on her right cheek. He didn't hold anything back.

  "Brad, that hurts!" He ignored her, again. "Fucking bastard," she muttered under her breath. Addie covered her mouth with her hands. The spanking stopped instantly.

  "What did you say?" Brad's tone was quiet, and Addie shivered.

  "Nothing, Sir," she said.

  Brad heard the submissive tone creep into her voice. He knew that she knew she had messed up. "Stand up," he commanded without an ounce of warmth in his tone.

  Addie obeyed. She turned to face him and then cast her eyes down.

  "Addisyn, do you want to end our relationship?" Brad asked

  "What?" The panic was clear all over her face. "No! Never!"

  "In the past hour, you have called me several names. I am beginning to think you don't like me anymore."

  "No! It's not that at all!" Addie said. "I'm j-just—"

  "Acting out your frustrations and worries on me? Making me into the bad guy because you can't verbally assault the jackass, Whitehall?" Brad answered for her, and Addie swallowed hard.

  She nodded; he knew her so well.

  "How would you feel if I called you names? If I had a bad day at work and took it out on you the way you've been treating me, the last two days?" Brad was speaking gently, but the guilt that was pouring over Addie was tremendous. He watched as her gaze shifted down, her face turned red
and the silent tears started to fall from her eyes. "I asked you a question, Addisyn."

  "Not very good, Sir," she replied.

  "Not very good? How about terrible? How about broken? Crushed? Do you think it is okay to be as disrespectful as you have been to me and to our relationship? I don't care what the reason is behind your behavior, you still have the power to choose your actions and words. You come to me for safety, you come to me when you need help gaining control, you come to me for strength. You do not come at me with disrespect and disobedience. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Sir." Addie still hadn't met his gaze.

  "Look at me, Addisyn Marie." She slowly lifted her face to him. He saw the guilt; he saw the warring of emotions, and he saw his baby girl in desperate need. She needed him. She needed him to lay down the law and hold her accountable. She needed the strength in his resolve, and she needed his love. He had no doubt, none at all. "Do you still feel like you don't deserve one hell of a spanking?"

  "No, Sir. I deserve one."

  "Then head into our room and go stand in the corner."

  "What?" She looked at him incredulously.

  "I want you to step out of your panties and go put your nose in the corner in our room. Fold your hands on top of your head and wait for me. I won't spank you while I am angry, Addie. I don't want to hurt you. I am going to calm myself down. While I do so, you are going to think about what is really going on and why you are getting a spanking. Domestic discipline isn't all bare bottom spankings and passionate sex. It is about guiding you and our relationship, and discipline isn't fun. I'm going to start adding other discipline elements in, Addie. I am the head of our relationship and, as such, it is my responsibility to lead you. Trust that I know what I am doing. Now, do as I told you, and go get your pretty little behind into the corner."

  Addie looked at him for a long moment before she moved to do his bidding. She had read in some of her spanking stories times when this had occurred, but she never thought she would be on the receiving end. Stand in the corner! Like a child! Her still inner voice spoke back to her, "Well, you are behaving, like one!" She tried to hush it; she didn't need her conscience agreeing with this course of corrective action. If she was to be honest, she knew that she was out of control. She stood in the corner, planted her feet apart some, and placed her hands on her head. She thought about everything that was going on. She had been rather short and rude to Brad the night before. She knew he was right; it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with work.