Return to Corbin's Bend

by Corinne Alexander

  She smiles up at him with a joy he would give anything to see on her face every day for the rest of his life. “Oh Troy, I do feel it, too.”

  “Thank God. I was worried it was just me.”

  She is giggling again, music to his ears considering they are in the heart of a pretty intense discussion. “You’re so silly.”

  “Well then, the answer is yes. It won’t happen at first, but I am certain that at some point in our future I will need to use a belt on this beautiful ass of yours.” He reaches into her robe to stroke her ass, squeezing it for good measure. “But that will not be tonight or any time soon. I’m gonna ease you into this. Start out with just this.” He reluctantly pulls his hand away from her ass and holds it up for her to see.

  “This hand is more than enough to get my point across for now. In the future, depending on how we both adjust to things, I will bring in other implements.”

  “Like?” It is a quiet whisper.

  “You sure you want to know?”

  “I need to know, Troy.”

  “Yes, baby. You do. Just not today.”

  “Please. Let’s lay our cards on the table here. That helps me. I need to know so I can process everything. And let’s face it, we aren’t going to be able to talk about this once we get home and have Aunt Gina and Uncle Adam in the next room. Please.”

  He watches her carefully and sees she is being honest with him. She’s watching him intently and he could get used to this feeling because as she stares up at him from the few inches below, he drinks in the look of adoration she has on her face. In spite of all they’ve talked about so far, she is showing no signs of fear or reluctance. He decides to proceed.

  “Okay. First, I’ll use things other than spankings for smaller punishments. Like corner time or taking away privileges. If we move into spankings, it will always be on your bare bottom. It will sometimes be over my knee or over the end of the bed or couch. I’ll always start with my hand as a warm up and if it’s serious enough, I use another implement. Some are lighter, like the wooden spoon or a wooden ruler. If it is more serious, I might break out my Dad’s favorite, which was a heavy wooden hairbrush or his wide leather belt. I think the most serious I would get would be a paddle, but listen to me. This isn’t going to happen overnight. We are going to figure this all out together, one day at a time like your mom suggested. I’m not going to push you farther or faster than you can handle. Can you live with that?”

  He hasn’t taken his eyes off her so he’s been able to see the roller-coaster of her emotions as he had laid out his thoughts on punishments. He had seen flashes of fear, but they were tamped down quickly and he was surprised to recognize what looked like excitement in her eyes several times, especially when he was talking about her bare bottom and the positions he would place her.

  “Okay, now that we talked about implements, I’d like to talk about something else. There are a lot of different kinds of spankings, Hallie. I know so far the only kind you think of are punishment or discipline spankings which are the kind I think you dread the most and rightly so because they will always hurt and their sole purpose is to guide you to better choices next time and learn lessons. Very few subs ever learn to like them, but most still welcome them because they help them feel closer to their HoH and also get rid of any guilt they carry. I’ve heard a very few subs actually like this type of punishment but they usually have masochistic tendencies and I highly doubt you will fall into that category, baby.”

  “You think? Wise man. I did talk to Aunt Gina about this a little bit. She… well…” Hallie is turning an adorable shade of pink. “She said that there are other spankings that she actually loves getting. I think she’s crazy.”

  “Well I hope to prove you wrong, because those will be the first spankings you get. The fun kind. It will be a way to ease you into the lifestyle and my hope is that by the time you earn a real punishment, we will both be ready.”

  “What do you mean, you’ll be ready? I saw you in action Troy. It doesn’t look like you need practice.”

  Hallie is chuckling, but Troy can’t find the humor. Unbelievably, a wave of dread washes over him at the thought of having to punish Hallie. It’s how he knows his feelings for her are different than any other woman he has dated. “Hallie, I know you won’t believe this, but I’m actually dreading punishing you. It’s going to hurt me every bit as much as it will you.”

  She snorts. “Fat chance. I’ll remind you of that when you are wailing on my ass.”

  “Do you think I’m going to enjoy hearing you cry? Hearing you call out knowing you are in pain… pain that I am causing you? Do you think it’s easy for an HoH to harden his heart to the pleas to stop? Because believe me, you will beg me to stop and if it is a punishment, I won’t be able to until I know you’ve learned your lesson.”

  “Oh God. Please Troy. Why do we have to do this? If it hurts both of us this much, why does anyone do this?” She is trembling again, tears pooling in her eyes. He cups her face gently to comfort her.

  “We do this because it makes for stronger relationships, at least the kind of relationship I want. I grew up knowing my parents had a much stronger marriage than any of my friends I would spend time with. When I was young, I had no clue why, but as I grew older I figured it out. My friend’s houses were always full of bickering and chaos. I would hear their parents say mean or rude things to each other or undermine each other behind the other’s back. I saw my friends taking advantage, playing their parents against each other. When I was young, it was kind of funny, but as I grew older, I hated it. Even now, many of my friends who don’t subscribe to a DD way of life have marriages that are on the rocks or kids that are out of control. Many are on their way to divorce. I don’t want that, Hallie.”

  “So, your dad really did spank your mom?”

  “He did.”

  “In front of you and Traci?” He can hear a twinge of panic in her voice.

  “Oh no. Never, honey. That was a private part of their marriage.”

  She mulls on that for a minute. “I just don’t get why you think spankings will make that big of a difference unless you get to use them to bully me. I mean, in your definition of a strong relationship, is the woman meant to be seen and not heard?”

  “Oh Hallie, not even close. I love how sassy and witty you are. I don’t ever want to change that about you. How can I say this better?” Troy has to think for a long minute before he takes another stab at explaining how he feels. “It’s not the spankings that make the relationship strong, honey. It’s so much deeper than that. It’s the intimacy and open communication. It’s us agreeing to rules we both want to live our lives by and then being held accountable. And that means it’s not just me holding you accountable, but you get to hold me accountable too. I have a great responsibility to take care of you… protect you. I want to put you and our relationship ahead of my own personal needs.”

  Her grin is adorable. “So, if you break one of our rules, do I get to spank you?”

  Troy hugs her. “Nice try, but no. I think there are actually some couples that do agree to that arrangement, but that won’t be us.”

  “Honestly, that would just be too weird anyway. But what happens if you do break a rule, Troy?”

  Troy pauses. “I will apologize and work hard to make it up to you and rebuild your trust in me again.”

  “I’ve heard really nice gifts work well in that situation. I love roses and chocolates.” Her grin is playful.

  Troy knows he needs more information about her history growing up. “You’ve talked a little bit about your mom, but you never told me what kind of marriage your parents had.”

  He knows immediately he’s hit a sore topic and wishes he could call back his words. When Hallie’s tears spill down her cheek, he swipes them away. “Never mind. We can talk about it later.”

  “No. I want to talk about all of this now and get it over with. I’m sick of carrying it around like baggage.”

  “Okay, but only
if you want to and only if you’re going to feel better when you’re done and not worse.”

  “I felt better after I talked to Traci about it all so I think it will help.”

  Hallie spends the next fifteen minutes reliving the nightmare that is Gene and by the time she finishes, Hallie may feel better, but Troy wants to jump up, throw on clothes and take the next flight to Baton Rouge to pound down his door and pound in his face. The fact that Hallie and her mother had to live through such violence in their own home is abhorrent to Troy and only now does he truly understand the depth of Hallie’s fear of violence, having been a victim in her own home. He has his work cut out for him to help guide her through the tricky days ahead.

  “I’m so glad you shared this with me, Hallie. You were absolutely right that I needed to know about this now so I could better understand why you react the way you do to some of the things happening around you. I am so sorry you had to meet me while I was doing to Traci what you had to watch Gene do to your mom all of those years. God damn, I wish I could change that.”

  “I don’t. At the time it looked exactly the same, but now I know it couldn’t have been any more different. It’s the only reason I’m still here at all and even considering staying in Corbin’s Bend… even considering a relationship with a man who I’m certain is one day going to use his belt on my behind. I guarantee you Gene never once had a conversation like this with mom. He didn’t care how she felt or if she was happy. He didn’t care about me or his marriage. He just wanted control at all costs and he enjoyed hurting her. I saw it in his eyes. He loved the power our fear gave him.”

  “Fuck.”

  “What?”

  “Well I will never enjoy seeing your fear or hurting you, but…” Troy hates this. “Hallie, I do like to be in control. I do feel strongly that each family should have one HoH. Yes, we are a team. Yes, I want to hear all of your thoughts and ideas, but in the end, if we disagree, I need to know you are going to bend to my decision and follow the rules I lay out for us.”

  “Like I said. Just like 1950.” He can see the humor dancing in her eyes. She’s teasing him.

  “If you say so. I can live with that I guess. The question is, can you?”

  “I guess we’ll know more after you spank me, won’t we?”

  Chapter 12

  Hallie is beginning to wonder if she’s lost her mind. She just had the strangest conversation of her entire life and in spite of talking about very intimate and painful things, she has to truthfully admit she feels the weight of the world off her shoulders. Just talking about the whole DD way of life with Troy and hearing his views first hand have removed some of the mystery and while she certainly doesn’t look forward to being on the receiving end of a Troy Jackson punishment, she is pretty confident that it isn’t going kill her. Most confusing is that all the talk of spanking and being naughty has her core lighting up for their next go-round. The look in Troy’s eyes as he looks down on her adoringly tell her he feels the same.

  “Now, I think that’s enough talking for now. I have a lot more non-verbal activities planned for us.” His look of adoration slips to sexual heat as he moves to untie her robe, opening it so he can look down on her naked body. She has never felt as powerful as she does in this moment as she recognizes his hunger for her. It is the best compliment she has ever received.

  Troy lowers to capture her lips in a hungry kiss while he works at stripping them both of their heavy robes. They have to pull apart several times in what is quickly turning into a frantic race to consummate the pulsing need they both feel to be connected in the most intimate way possible.

  Hallie can feel Troy stretching out to reach the box of condoms on the bedside table. She has to reluctantly allow him to move away as he rolls it on. She reaches out to grasp his cock in her hand and loves the guttural groan he emits.

  “Oh, baby. I’m not sure how you are going to feel about this, but all this talk about spanking that beautiful ass of yours has me so turned on. You’d better be careful, or I may not last very long.”

  Hallie isn’t sure if she should say it, but based on his rule of not keeping secrets, she figures no time like the present to tell him the unguarded truth. “What if I told you it kind of excited me too? I mean not all of it, but well… some of it… most of it.”

  Troy doesn’t answer with words. Hallie is confused when he stands next to the bed, pulling her by the hand until she is standing next to him.

  Lifting her at her waist, he instructs her. “Wrap your legs around me, baby. We’re gonna try something I hope you like.”

  Following directions, Hallie wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his body as she had done when he carried her earlier, only this time there are no pesky jeans to get in the way. She feels his cock trapped between their bodies, pulsing and ready to spear her sex.

  Their eyes are locked as he reaches down between them to first swipe his fingers through her slick folds, acknowledging her wetness with a smirk. He then lifts her up to place the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, holding there for a few long seconds before he releases her body, letting gravity slam her down onto his pole, impaling her completely in one stroke.

  Hallie is in heaven as she feels Troy grab her ass cheeks in his broad hands and begins lifting her body up and off his shaft before letting her fall back down onto him again. They start out with a slow rhythm, each thrust rocking her to her core.

  She loves how he observes her constantly, watching over her, looking for signs she’s enjoying herself. She has never felt like she was the center of someone else’s world, but that is how Troy makes her feel.

  She has to stop thinking about it when he begins to move her up and down, faster and harder. The sounds alone from their bodies slapping together as she leans back to get a better angle should scandalize her. She should be embarrassed that she’s so wet with excitement; she can hear the slurping sounds emitting from where their bodies connect.

  Hallie is so close to coming that she shuts her eyes, about to lose herself in pleasure when she feels his right hand leave her ass before coming crashing down on her flesh… hard. Her eyes fly open to see the look of pure mischief in his chocolate brown eyes. She barely registers what’s happened when she feels the burn spreading through her ass cheek. It feels warm and not unpleasant.

  He’s stopped completely, waiting for her to say something. Waiting for her consent to continue.

  “Don’t stop! Again!”

  With relief, Troy pulls her up again to resume their pounding coupling. This time Hallie watches his eyes carefully and can see when he’s decided to land his next spank. This time it’s his left hand that connects with her ass cheek just as his cock fills her. The combination of pleasure and pain is unlike anything Hallie has ever experienced. Until this moment, she didn’t know if it was possible, but she’s desperate for more.

  “More, Troy. I want more.”

  He had been waiting for her permission. With pure joy in his eyes, Troy begins to spank Hallie’s ass on about every third insertion of his cock. He rotates back and forth, spreading the heat across her whole ass, never letting one area get beyond her comfort zone. He reads her like a book and within a minute Hallie crashes into the strongest orgasm of her life. She’s vaguely aware of Troy’s continued pounding, going faster and spanking harder until he growls to her.

  “Open your eyes. I need to see you as we come together. Come on me, baby. That’s it.”

  She hadn’t thought she had another one in her, but looking into his eyes, hearing him command an orgasm of her has her melting with him as he pulls her tight against his body, clinging to each other as he releases his load with a satisfied grunt.

  They embrace together, Hallie’s lips nestled against the crook of his neck, placing tiny kisses up and down. Troy manages to sit on the edge of the bed, still buried inside Hallie as he catches his breath. She feels him massaging her warmed bottom, bringing the tingle back to life.

  Hallie finds her
voice first. “Holy shit. That was intense.”

  “You’re okay, though, right?”

  “Better than okay. You can spank me like that any time.”

  Troy chuckles. “Well, just so you understand that was not a punishment. I confess to being very excited that you liked the funishment though. You have no idea how many wonderful things I have planned for this body of yours, Hallie.”

  “Funishment? Really?” At his mischievous grin she ups the ante. “Bring it on, babe.”

  “Oh shit, I love hearing you call me babe.”

  “Rest up. I want to go again… babe.”

  Troy wakes first as the morning sun starts to light the room. He wishes he’d thought to close the heaviest drapes the night before, but there’s no way he’s getting up to do it now. He’s perfectly content where he is, spooning a naked Hallie, holding her close in his arms. If he’s not careful, his morning hard-on is going to poke her awake.

  Regardless of his physical location in a hotel room, his heart feels like he is finally home. Since their intimate talking last night and the incredible sex, Troy is positive that Hallie is his future. He knows he’s going to have a lot of things to lead her through before they’re home free, but Hallie is the one. He loves feeling her stirring in his arms, listening to the cute little sounds she makes as she sleeps, smelling the remnants of their passionate love-making lingering on the sheets. She is the whole package and the fact that her family and his are both in Corbin’s Bend is a sign from heaven. It’s where they both belong.

  Her sleepy voice draws his attention back to her. “Good morning. It feels like you’re anxious for me to wake up,” The sexy smile on her peaceful face as she rolls towards him makes him want to pound his chest.

  “Sorry if I woke you. It’s still early. You can sleep more.”

  “I’d rather wake up for a bit and then take another nap.” She’s smiling flirtatiously.

  “Be careful. A man could get used to this.”