Breaking the Chain

by Golden Angel

  She'd been curious about the whole BDSM thing before. After all, she wouldn't have even considered starting anything with Jared if she wasn't. But for the first time, she really felt drawn to an aspect of it. The things some of her friends were punished for... well it was what they'd agreed to, and it turned them on, but it didn't appeal to her. However, when Jared talked about spanking her when she didn't take care of herself, for some reason that just flat out did it for her.

  Attracted her. Fascinated her. Made her want to try out of something other than plain curiosity. Especially with this new, more dominating, more focused Jared.

  Leigh had crappy willpower. She knew that about herself. It was why she'd asked Angel not to buy certain things - like Doritos. If they weren't in the house, Leigh couldn't eat them. Sadly, she had trouble doing things or not doing things unless there was an immediate and visceral consequence. Which was why she was so bad about eating right and exercising long-term... she wanted to. She didn't want to become diabetic. But somehow when the time came to actually hit the gym...

  Her butt tingled just thinking about how Jared might handle "taking control" if she told him that she wanted him to. If she called him 'Sir' and asked him to make her submit.

  The feminist inside her felt like it might be okay because it was sexualized. It made her feel less needy and less like someone who couldn't handle herself. She could handle herself, she just sometimes had trouble finding the proper motivation. Jared's big hands might be good motivation.

  "What are you thinking so hard about?" Jared asked, and Leigh blinked, realizing that she was just standing there, damp dish rag in hand, and that the dishes were done. She'd completely zoned out thinking about Jared spanking her. Which, of course, made her blush again.

  "I want you to spank me."

  "What?" There was genuine shock in his voice, but also interest. Something in his dark eyes sparked as he straightened, looming over her. He was so damn big, but she wasn't frightened or intimidated. Jared was like a gentle giant, and his size just made her feel protected. Safe. Comfortable.

  If she was going to do this, it was now or never. If she chickened out with him, she'd never be able to go through with it.

  Leigh licked her lips, her insides clenching as his eyes dropped to her mouth to follow the movement. It hadn't been intentionally flirtatious, but suddenly the sexual tension hanging in the air doubled, leaving her feeling a little breathless.

  "I want you to spank me," she said again, her voice huskier this time, softer, but more sure. Screw not being that girl. After all, what was a little spanking between friends? And if she and Jared really were going to date, ever, shouldn't they know how she'd handle a spanking?

  It was only logical.

  ******

  She wasn't drunk, because she hadn't had any alcohol. And she definitely wasn't under duress - Jared hadn't brought up spanking at all during dinner. But she had definitely been thinking about it. That had been pretty obvious. He just still hadn't expected those words to come out of her mouth.

  "Why?" he asked, instead of asking if she was sure. Leigh wasn't the kind of person to say something if she wasn't sure. He plucked the dishrag from her hands, wiping his own dry, while he tried to tamp down his immediate excitement. Part of him just wanted to go ahead and take her up on the offer, but it wasn't really enough just to spank her. They needed to talk about this. In a way, this was going to be an Introductory Scene for Leigh, and that meant he had certain responsibilities.

  A hot blush rose in her cheeks as her gaze skittered away from his, dropping down towards the floor. "Because I didn't eat when I should have today."

  Leaning forward, Jared cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her eyes back up to meet his. The blush in her cheeks deepened, and she was practically squirming where she stood - which, of course, only made him want to spank her even more. Among other things. He was already rock hard and ready to go. Well, his dick was just going to have to deal, because even if he did spank her, they were not having sex tonight. They weren't ready for that yet.

  "Why do you want to be spanked for that?" he asked. He wanted to know if it was just curiosity to be spanked and now she had an excuse, if she had just gotten to the point where she was willing to experiment and this was convenient, or if there was some deeper need. The kind of need that would meet his own.

  "Because..." Her eyes tried to avoid his, but he wouldn't let her turn her head away, which just made her pupils dilate. The inherent submissiveness in her posture and behavior was so obvious that it was hard to believe she didn't realize it. Her voice was small, higher than usual, as she shifted back and forth from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable but not unwilling. "I think it would help me. I don't... if something doesn't affect me right away, I don't always do it. I know what I need to do to take care of myself, I just can't always motivate myself."

  The words were starting to come faster, spilling from her mouth as if now that she'd found the courage to speak up, she was afraid to stop before she got it all out.

  "There were always reasons to do everything, growing up, you know? You had to do your homework, or you would get a bad grade. You had to go to class, or you would get detention. You had to do your chores, or you would be grounded. I ate my what my parents made for dinner, exercised because I had gym or practice; and then when I got to college, all of the sudden I didn't have swim practice, and I didn't have gym class, and I could eat whatever I wanted and... I just don't always do what I should. I don't know why I don't. But if I had a reason, an immediate one and not the sort of vague 'I'll probably end up with diabetes in the future' – okay, that's not vague, but you know, it's not immediate and it's not definite - I think I could do better."

  "You want rules," Jared said softly, his heart hammering in his chest. What she was describing... hell, it was like his deepest fantasy. A woman giving herself over to be taken care of and disciplined. Not a slave, like Lexie, but a woman who just needed a little help, who needed rules and consequences and wasn't afraid to admit it. A woman who could stand on her own, but knew that she would do better with guidance and someone watching over her.

  She scowled up at him. "Nobody wants rules... but..." She sighed, the scowl melting away. "I think I did better with them. I feel like I'm floundering lately. With Michael, he always had certain expectations, and I would do my best to fulfill them, but a lot of them had nothing to do with me. And now that those are gone, I just feel kind of aimless." The expression on her face was sad and almost lost looking.

  Releasing his hold on her chin, Jared gathered her into his arms, giving her a reassuring hug. Immediately, Leigh's arms wrapped around him, so that she was almost clinging to him. Which made him feel about 10 feet tall. God he loved the feel of a woman who needed him. Not in an "I can't live without you" kind of way, but a woman who needed what he had to offer. Leigh could stand on her own, she could live on her own, she'd proven that, but she wanted something different. Something he knew he could provide - that he needed to provide.

  No wonder his dominant side had come out with her so strongly. He'd been pushing it back and pushing it back, but some part of him had instinctively recognized that Leigh was the kind of submissive Marissa had only played at being. Just as Michael had played at being a kind of dominant for Leigh with his expectations. It had been enough to keep both relationships going, but it wasn't quite right either. Leigh had just described the kind of relationship Jared had always craved.

  Jared stroked the soft skin of her neck, wishing her long hair was down so he could run his fingers through it. “So you want me to spank you to see if it will help?”

  He kept his voice teasing, hoping to lighten the mood. It worked. Leigh giggled against his chest, the sound slightly muffled by his shirt.

  “It sounds silly when you say it like that.”

  “I don’t think it’s silly,” he said, loosening his hold enough that she could lean back, his hands on her hips, keeping the lower half of her body pressed agains
t it. It took an enormous amount of willpower not to rock against her… but she was asking him to spank her, not to rub his cock all over her. That could come later. Those big, mismatched eyes peered up at him, no longer lost looking; instead, she seemed rather hopeful as well as mischievous. He was relieved to see it. His hand twitched, wanting to move lower and roam the curves she was offering up to him. Pushing away that impulse, he cleared his throat. Sex and a spanking were two very different things and she was only asking for one of them. “I think it sounds like the kind of arrangement I would be interested in.”

  “Really?”

  “Really,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. Then he let it slowly fade from his face, straightening up as he let the dominant side of himself take over. The change in him sparked a change in her, and he could actually feel her body softening submissively against him as she instinctively dropped her gaze, shifting uncertainly against his hands. “Let’s go back into the living room.”

  Leigh came willingly behind him as his heart started beating faster in anticipation. He used that short walk to gather his thoughts, make a quick plan.

  As Leigh stood, hands clasped in front of her, looking very much like a naughty, little girl who wasn’t sure what she’d gotten herself into, Jared sat down on the couch and patted his thigh.

  “Pull down your jeans and lay across my lap.”

  Chapter 5

  What have I gotten myself into?!

  Even though she’d literally just asked Jared for this, Leigh couldn’t help the feelings of uncertainty and doubt creeping through her. Now that she was being faced with the reality of a spanking, his big hands and strong arms suddenly didn’t seem quite so fascinating. Scary was more like it. He looked up at her, calm and implacable as he patted his leg again, indicating where she was to drape herself across him for her spanking.

  But with her pants down?

  “You can keep your underwear on,” he said, as if reading her mind – or maybe her consternation was just that easy to read, “but a spanking over jeans doesn’t do much good, so they need to come off.”

  "Right," she muttered, slightly sarcastically as she fumbled with the button for her jeans. Because the fabric was just sooooooooo thick.

  Am I seriously doing this?!

  It appeared that she was. Blushing furiously, she quickly shoved down her jeans to her knees and practically threw herself across Jared's lap. Not that she really minded him seeing her in her underwear, but these weren't exactly the circumstances that she'd pictured it happening. It was more embarrassing than sexy to be stripped down to her panties... a little exciting too, but she couldn't help but feel shy.

  The rumbling chuckle that followed her ungraceful flop just made her blush harder, but embarrassment wasn't the emotion which spread warmth through her body when Jared's big hand came down to rest on her butt cheek. He really did have huge hands! Just one covered most of her cheek, and it wasn't like she had a small ass. Her hips, butt and thighs were kind of out of proportion with her slim upper body, but it didn't seem like Jared was complaining as he caressed her.

  The warmth spreading through her pooled in her center, making her pussy get even wetter. Especially when she felt the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her side. But she wasn't supposed to be this turned on, was she?

  "Um, aren't you supposed to be spanking me?" she asked as she squirmed slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to look over her shoulder at him. It was hard to without craning her neck.

  Jared gave her butt a light slap, more sound than sensation, but it was enough to make her jump slightly in surprise.

  "Part of a spanking is the waiting... if it's a pleasurable spanking, that's to build your anticipation in a good way, if it's a punishment spanking, it's to give you time to think about why you're in this position."

  "So which is this?" she asked, even though she knew she'd requested this spanking as a punishment. She gave up trying to look at him and instead focused on the fabric of his couch and the wood grain next to the rug on his floor, which she could actually look at without hurting her neck. A shiver went down her spine as he rubbed his hand across her ass, as if readying the whole surface in preparation for what was to come. The fabric of her panties was much thinner than her jeans, and she was feeling really grateful that she hadn't worn a thong, even if the flimsy underwear wasn't exactly protection.

  "Well, I'd hate for you to get a bad impression of spankings," he said, sounding amused. "So let's start with giving you an idea of what a pleasurable spanking is like, and then I'll give you a taste of a punishment spanking, since you were a very bad girl today."

  The last part of his speech could have sounded corny or sexy, but in Jared's deep tones that didn't contain even a hint of amusement anymore, it sounded kind of scary.

  But she didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell on it because-

  SLAP!

  "Oh!"

  The smack was harder than the first one he'd given her, hard enough to sting, but then Jared rubbed his hand over the spot he'd just abused and it felt... good.

  SMACK!

  Rub.

  SMACK!

  Rub.

  Leigh knew he was being gentle with her; she'd seen enough spankings at Stronghold and overheard enough of Angel's to know that. The rhythm was slow and steady, every slap followed by an immediate caress that turned the stinging burn into something softer even as her skin heated. She knew that this wasn't a hard spanking, and that he was doing everything he could to make sure it felt good... but she still hadn't been expecting to enjoy it so much.

  This wasn't pain, not the way that she thought of it. Yes, it stung when his hand smacked against her flesh, especially as he continued to do so multiple times over the same area, but somehow that didn't translate to hurt. It felt warm, almost hot, but in the same way her pussy felt hot and needy right now. Her whole body, really, felt as though it was flushed and heated, and it was all she could do not to moan as his hand came down again.

  There was something wonderfully vulnerable about being over his lap while he swatted her butt, and she wasn't too surprised that she enjoyed the helpless feeling. She'd always liked feeling small and feminine and out of control, especially during sex, but this was a whole new dimension. Jared was much larger and stronger than Michael, and she had just handed herself over to him. Heck, she'd stripped off her pants for him and was letting him spank her!

  SMACK!

  Rub.

  SMACK!

  Rub.

  The hotter her butt got, the hotter the rest of her got too. In fact, if he wanted to push the 'friends' boundary thing tonight, that would be more than okay with her. She was starting to think it had been a stupid idea anyway.

  "Uh-uh," Jared said, smacking the insides of her thighs hard enough to make her squeak. Ouch! That hurt way more than her butt! "Legs apart."

  Another wave of heat went through her body. She knew he didn't mean it in an erotic way, so why did it turn her on so much? At least she knew she wasn't the only one affected. Smiling to herself, she spread her legs as she leaned against that hot, throbbing bulge pressing against her side.

  ******

  Little minx.

  Jared couldn't help but smile as Leigh's body pressed against his, rubbing his cock through his pants, even as she followed his order. She wasn't doing it to be a brat or a tease, coming from her it was definitely playful. Enticing.

  And naughty, considering he was trying to be a gentleman here.

  Well, as much of a gentleman as he could be considering her pants were around her knees, she was draped over his lap, and her butt was a nice, bright pink from the spanking he'd been giving her. The lace-edged, dark blue panties she was wearing contrasted nicely with her pinked skin, even though he tried not to notice or to look too much. He was already hard as a rock between the visual and the little noises she'd been making in the back of her throat; obvious whimpers of pleasure that she'd tried to hide. In another situation, he would
have encouraged those noises, but considering the complicated nature of their current relationship, he left it alone. For now.

  "Are you ready for the taste of a punishment spanking?" he asked.

  Leigh nodded, somewhat dreamily. He couldn't see her face from this position, but her body language was easy to read. She was in a happily submissive place, feeling good, and probably thinking that what was coming wouldn't be too difficult to deal with.

  THWACK! THWACK!

  She howled in shock and surprise as his hand crashed down on each butt cheek, one after the other, in such quick succession that she didn't have time to react to the first before the second smack was already cracking against her pink flesh. The pleasurable spanking had been enough to warm her up, so that he knew he wasn't doing any real damage, but she was definitely going to feel those smacks.

  THWACK! THWACK!

  Still yelping, Leigh tried to pull herself off of his lap and, when that didn't work, reached back and covered her butt with her hand. Chuckling, Jared bodily turned her over, jeans still around her knees, so that he could cuddle her. Tear-filled, betrayed eyes met his gaze as she stared up at him, her astonishment evident on her face.

  "That hurt!"

  "It was supposed to," he said, trying to ignore the way the back of her hand brushed against his raging hard dick as she continued to shield her butt, as if he could somehow spank her in this position. "To me, a punishment spanking is a serious thing. I'm not doing it for fun or for my pleasure, I'm doing it because I think you need it. You can consider those four smacks as punishment for today, and hopefully the next time you think about skipping your snack, you'll remember how much it hurt and decide it's not worth it."

  "Who says I'll let you spank me again?" she asked with a pout, but he could tell she wasn't serious. She was already letting go of her butt and snuggling up against him. Even though the punishment part had surprised her and she hadn't liked the fact that it hurt, some part of her had responded, and now she was looking for reassurance from him.