Return to Corbin's Bend

by Corinne Alexander

  “I’m sorry,” Kirsty whispered.

  “I don’t want a relationship built on mistrust. If we’re not honest with each other, then we don’t have any kind of relationship at all.”

  Kirsty started to cry. “I’m so sorry, Logan. I was stupid. I jumped to conclusions. I should have trusted you. You’ve never given me any reason not to.”

  “Do you still want to make this relationship work?” asked Logan.

  “Yes!” she replied emphatically. “It will never happen again, I promise.”

  “What will you do next time you think there’s something I’m not telling you?” he asked.

  “I’ll talk to you about it! I’ll tell you why I’m worried.”

  “Good. Then we can discuss it properly rather than have you sneaking around behind my back going through my things like this.”

  “I’m so sorry, Logan. I really am,” she said. “That was out of order.”

  “You know there needs to be consequences for this, don’t you? I am going to punish you.”

  Kirsty looked panicked. “You don’t need to do that!” she blurted. “I’m already sorry! Honestly!”

  “I know you are, sweetie. This isn’t about making you sorry. It’s about putting this behind us so that we can move on. Are you willing to accept a punishment spanking? I know you were unsure about the idea of domestic discipline, but I think that this is important.”

  Kirsty wiped the tears running down her cheek and nodded. “Yes,” she said in a small voice.

  “Go into my bedroom, tidy up all the stuff of mine that’s all over the floor, and then wait for me to come up,” said Logan.

  Kirsty obeyed his command, meekly walking upstairs to Logan’s bedroom. Much as Logan didn’t want to have to punish Kirsty, he was gratified to see she seemed to be taking the idea of her punishment seriously.

  They had discussed domestic discipline before. Logan was keen that they practice a domestic discipline lifestyle where spankings were used for disciplinary purposes not just for fun in the bedroom.

  Kirsty had been skeptical.

  She wasn’t against the idea as such, but she said she couldn’t see how the idea was relevant to them.

  When Logan had proposed putting some rules in place, Kirsty had asked whether these were rules he expected her to follow or rules he expected her to break.

  “I’d expect you to follow them,” he’d said. “That’s the point.”

  “See, that’s the bit I don’t get. I can accept the idea that there are these old-fashioned households where the Head of the Household lays down the law and expects his wife and kids to do what they’re told or suffer the consequences. The thing is, if the consequences of breaking the rules are a spanking, then surely that only works if a spanking is an actual deterrent. The threat is meaningless in a spanko relationship. I like being spanked. You like spanking me. It makes as much sense as threatening to punish me with a backrub or a trip to Disneyland.”

  Given the cowed way Kirsty had gone into the bedroom, Logan suspected that she may be right now revising her opinions of punishment spankings.

  He walked up the stairs to his mezzanine bedroom where Kirsty was waiting by the bed. Her hands loosely folded in front of her, eyes on the floor. He was impressed by how naturally submissive she could be when she wanted to. Logan went to his chest of drawers and opened the third drawer down. Reaching towards the back, he immediately found what he was looking for.

  He walked over to where Kirsty was standing, holding the lexan paddle in his hand. It was eighteen inches long, clear plastic with a dozen holes drilled through it. Kirsty could not take her gaze off of it. Her eyes were wide in fear and trepidation.

  “Take off your jeans and panties and lie down on the bed,” he said.

  She did as she was told, fumbling with her zipper in her nervousness, and then lay face down in the center of the bed with her smooth creamy-colored butt presented to him.

  Logan stood at the side of the bed. “Scoot this way a bit,” he said. Kirsty complied, awkwardly maneuvering herself to the edge of the bed where Logan would have easier access to her.

  He looked at her lying prostrate and then took a couple of pillows from the top of the bed. He passed them to Kirsty. “Put these underneath your pelvis,” he instructed. “I want that butt to be higher.”

  Kirsty did as she was told, lifting herself up onto her knees slightly as she slid the pillows underneath her.

  When he was satisfied with her position, Logan moved to the side of the bed, lifted the paddle and brought it forcefully down on her backside.

  The crack of the paddle hitting her flesh was far louder than Kirsty had anticipated. The loud retort made her jump before she had even registered the pain of the first swat. As soon as the sting of the swat hit home, her attention was entirely focused on that. “Ow!” she cried as Logan brought the paddle down again and again over her exposed bottom.

  The pain was completely different from anything that she had experienced during their previous spankings. There was no give in the unforgiving plastic and each thwack of the paddle made her cry out in pain. The speed at which Logan was cracking the paddle against her backside, gave her no chance to get used to the swats before the next one came crashing down. Kirsty grabbed the bed sheets in her fists as she cried out in pain, willing herself not to move from the position she had been told to get into. She wanted to demonstrate that she could take this punishment willingly. That she knew she deserved it.

  And yet each thwack of the paddle felt like it was generating pain right down to her very bones. Every time the paddle was brought down, Kirsty thought it must be the last one she could possibly stand. That she could not possibly be expected to take any more. Yet Logan brought the paddle down again and she found that she could withstand it. But only just.

  She was sobbing unreservedly. The area of the bed beneath her face was soaked with her tears. She wanted to scream at him to stop. She felt like she would do anything to make him stop. Except – it turned out – actually ask him to. She needed him to know that she could willingly submit to any punishment he thought necessary.

  Logan stopped soon afterwards. She hadn’t needed to ask him to stop. She was relieved that she hadn’t, not only because she was barely capable of saying anything at all. Her throat was choked with sobs and her breathing was short and labored.

  Logan helped pull her up from the bed so she was standing up next to it. He pulled her top off over her head. Kirsty stiffened. She felt exhausted. She didn’t want to take things further in that way with Logan tonight.

  Logan seemed to read her thoughts. “Sssh. It’s okay,” he said. “I just want to get you into something more comfortable to sleep in.” He unhooked her bra and threw it onto the floor then slipped one of his oversized t-shirts over her head. “Come on. Into bed.”

  “It’s still early,” Kirsty protested half-heartedly.

  “Just lie down quietly if you don’t want to sleep,” said Logan, pulling her down onto the bed where he lay down next to her. “You took your punishment really well,” he said gently. “I am so proud of you.”

  “It hurt so much,” whimpered Kirsty.

  “I know, baby. It was supposed to.”

  “I really am sorry for what I did.”

  “Sssh. It’s okay. It’s all forgiven,” he said.

  The extraordinary thing was that she really did feel completely forgiven. Earlier that evening, she had felt so twisted up. First she had tied herself into a knot with her suspicions about Logan and then when Logan had come home, she had felt tangled up further when she realized how unfair she had been to him and how much she had hurt him, hurt their relationship.

  All those tensions and knots and tangles had been fixed by the spanking. She felt steady. She felt at peace.

  Despite the throbbing pain in her backside, she was pleased that Logan had punished her.

  Although it was still early, Kirsty drifted off to sleep.

  When Kirsty woke in the mor
ning, she felt Logan’s warm body pressed up against hers. He had changed into a t-shirt and boxers at some point after she had fallen asleep. She rolled over to face him then hugged his still sleeping body. She kissed him lightly on the cheek before remembering that she hadn’t even brushed her teeth the night before. Her breath must be rank; she needed to sort that out before Logan woke up. She wriggled out of bed and Logan put a restraining arm over her. “Don’t go,” he said sleepily without opening his eyes.

  “I’ll only be a sec,” she replied. “Just going to the loo.”

  “Hmmmph,” said Logan. “Don’t be too long.”

  When she clambered into bed, she noticed that not only was Logan looking more awake but that he’d removed his t-shirt and boxers.

  “You appear to have mislaid some clothes,” she said.

  “Yup. Just like you’re about to.” He pulled his t-shirt off Kirsty and looked approvingly at her naked body.

  Kirsty sat astride him and winced as her punished bottom took some of her weight as she sat back. She traced her fingers over his chest. “I love how you look naked,” she said.

  “Thank you very much. I’ve got to say that the visuals from here are pretty good too.”

  Kirsty shifted her position so that instead of sitting back on his thighs she was sitting forward. Her damp slit right next to his increasing erection. He groaned as she began to grind against the base of his shaft.

  “Wait, I need to get something,” he said, leaning over to the side of the bed and grabbing a condom from the bedside cabinet. Kirsty lifted herself slightly as he rolled the condom on and then she slid down impaling herself on his rigid cock, relishing the feeling of him being deep inside her.

  Logan grabbed her hips, guiding her movements so she slowly glided up and down his shaft. He was deliberately keeping her movements slow, taking a firm grasp of her hips and moving her to the tempo that he had set. She felt the entire length of his cock inside her, penetrating her deeply, and she was acutely aware of every magnificent inch of it.

  The movement was gentle, but it was breathtaking. Kirsty hadn’t thought she liked sex to be gentle. She always thought she just wanted it rough. This was like nothing she had experienced before. Her legs were beginning to buckle as the pleasure rolled over her like waves crashing against the surf. She would never have thought that something this slow and languorous could bring her this much pleasure, but having Logan lead her in this way, lifting her up and then bringing her down so she could feel the full length of it jutting against her cervix sending explosions of pleasure through her body.

  Her orgasm started slowly then just rolled on and on with no sign of stopping. She wasn’t aware what either of their bodies were doing any more. She had lost track of their bodies even being separate entities. She wasn’t aware of anything other than the sparking shapes of light on the inside of her eyelids and the ongoing sensation of ecstasy.

  When she eventually came back to herself, she found herself still on top of Logan with her movements still being guided by his hands. Logan had the hugest smile on his face as he watched her. Not feeling physically capable of speech just yet, Kirsty smiled back at him. Logan’s strokes became swifter as he reached his climax. He gripped her tightly as he ejaculated, releasing his seed in a series of judders. Kirsty kissed his forehead as he lay back spent. She lifted herself up so that his cock slid out of her and carefully removed the condom.

  Lying on top of him after she had disposed of it, Kirsty said, “That was weird.”

  “Weird?” said Logan, lifting her head slightly with both his hands and giving her a quizzical look. “Well, that’s good. I was going for ‘weird’.”

  She swatted him lightly. “I didn’t mean the sex was weird. Just how good it was.”

  “Well, obviously, that makes me feel a whole lot better.”

  Kirsty made a frustrated noise and then rolled off of him so they were lying side-by-side facing one another. “I’m not explaining myself very well,” she said. “I’ll try again. That spanking you gave me last night. I didn’t enjoy it.”

  “You weren’t supposed to enjoy it. It was a punishment.”

  “Exactly. This isn’t a complaint. I deserved it and I felt a million times better afterwards knowing that you had forgiven me. But the spanking itself? Not fun at all. Yet this morning we had the best sex ever. It was like an out-of-body experience.”

  “See, that I could listen to all day. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Logan said with a grin.

  “The thing is, I think the two things were connected. That today’s sex was good because of yesterday’s spanking. But that can’t be right can it? That the non-sexy spanking magically made the non-spanky sex so great?”

  Logan chuckled and stroked her hair, pushing a wisp of it behind her ear. “It makes perfect sense to me,” he said. “My disciplining you and you accepting my discipline demonstrated to both of us how committed we are to this relationship. The fact that you were prepared to work at it, the fact that you trusted me enough to let me take you in hand… it meant the world to me. In fact, it made me realize that I love you.”

  Kirsty grinned at his revelation.

  “So,” Logan continued. “It doesn’t seem weird in the slightest that last night’s spanking made this morning’s sex better. Sex is always best with someone you love.”

  “Everything’s always so straightforward with you, isn’t it?” she teased.

  “Some things really are that straightforward.”

  Kirsty snuggled against him happily. “Logan,” she said.

  “Yeah?”

  “I do too, you know.”

  “You do too what?” he asked.

  “Love you.”

  Logan answered her with a very long, very slow kiss. “You didn’t have any plans today, did you?” he asked when he finally pulled away. “Do you have any objection to staying in this bed and being made love to all day?”

  “I think that sounds like a great plan,” said Kirsty. “As long as there’s no spanking involved. I don’t think my bottom could take it today. Where did that awful paddle that you used on me last night come from?”

  Logan gave an embarrassed laugh. “You really don’t want to know where I got that paddle, Kirsty,” he said.

  “Well I do now. Tell me.”

  “My dad gave it to me.”

  “What!”

  “It was a moving in gift. My parents know what kind of community Corbin’s Bend is. My dad gave me that paddle so I could use it on the right woman when I found her.”

  “Your parents know about the spanking and everything? Jesus fucking Christ. If I ever meet your dad, he’s going to know that you’ve used that fucking paddle on my arse?”

  “Believe me, Kirsty, when you meet my dad, if you use language like that in front of him, he’s going to want to put you over his knee and paddle your backside himself.”

  Chapter 5

  The posters had been all round Corbin’s Bend for weeks advertizing The Grand Adventure Fundraiser. You could hardly miss the colorful flyers which were taped to every lamppost and in town. The posters were in every store window. “Support your local community!” they said. “Come along and raise funds for this amazing cause!”

  Kirsty had heard about it from everybody she had spoken to over the last few days. Colleen Shaughnessy at the mini-mart had spent twenty minutes telling her how Brent Carmichael had always organized camping trips for the young people of Corbin’s Bend. And how now he and a new member of the Corbin’s Bend community, Hank Fortune, were arranging the trip of a lifetime not just for the young people of Corbin’s bend, but also for any underprivileged youngster in the Denver area who could really benefit from such a trip. Hank worked as an Outreach worker in Denver and spent a lot of time dealing with underprivileged kids, including those who had disabilities that made it difficult for them to get away on holiday even if their families could have afforded it.

  The plan was to raise enough money to take these kids on the adventure
holiday of a lifetime with adult support from members of Corbin’s Bend as well as professionally trained personal care assistants. It was clearly going to take a lot of money and the event this weekend was the first fundraising event.

  Kirsty had tried to look as interested as possible while Colleen was regaling her with all the details. She had already heard them from Erin Cunningham who was organizing the fundraiser. Erin had knocked on her door specially to tell her about it. Kirsty really couldn’t think of anything to do other than smile and nod. She couldn’t very well say, “Yes, great, it’s all very noble and everything, but you see, it’s got absolutely nothing to do with me.”

  Colleen carried on talking and Kirsty carried on pretending to be interested. Colleen hadn’t even started ringing up her groceries. So, short of just leaving her shopping there and making a run for it, Kirsty really didn’t have any option.

  “The really great thing is that this is just the sort of thing that will strengthen relationships between Corbin’s Bend and the local community,” Colleen was saying. “Gives us a chance to reach out to people. Show them that were not just a bunch of weirdoes.”

  “Let’s hope so,” said Kirsty. “People aren’t usually that happy to hand over their kids to deviants.”

  “Well they couldn’t be in safer hands than with Brent Carmichael,” said Colleen, bristling slightly.

  “No of course not,” said Kirsty, vaguely aware that she may have just accidentally called Brent Carmichael a pervert. That wouldn’t go down well given how Brent Carmichael was idolized round these parts. Colleen rang up her groceries and Kirsty made a hasty exit.

  As far as Kirsty was concerned, the fundraiser was something for other people. As altruistic as it all sounded, she didn’t feel like she should be expected to get involved. She was surprised therefore when Logan asked her what dish she was going to bring along for the fundraiser potluck. As though her attendance was something that had already been discussed and agreed on.