by Golden Angel
Plus this was kind of a big deal. Did she really want to be this vulnerable to a guy with ex issues? Yeah, okay so she often had Michael in the back of her mind, almost like a safety net. If she wanted to go back to him, she knew she could get back on that merry-go-round and the cycle would start all over again. But that wasn't quite the same as having Michael coming back to her and offering her the world. That would be a hell of a lot harder to resist. Although she was pretty sure she wouldn't be swept up by those promises, not now... but did Jared feel the same way about Marissa? He had turned her down, but what if he started to regret it? What if he decided things had moved too fast but he felt trapped into being responsible for her?
Writing things down was suddenly making them way more real than when she'd just been thinking about it or even talking about it with Jared. This was more than just stepping away from her ex, this was making a very real, visceral decision to trust someone else again. Not just anyone else either, someone whose ex was determined to get back together with him.
What the hell was she doing?
"I don't hear any writing happening in there," Jared called from the kitchen, his voice calm and sure.
"I didn't know I was expected write loudly," she muttered under her breath, but he chuckled so she knew that he'd heard her. Strangely, just hearing him prompt her was all the reassurance she needed and all the crazy demons in her head took a chill pill. Jared was an adult and if he wanted out, he'd tell her. She'd never cling to someone who didn't want her the way Marissa had. Even with Michael, she'd never been as bad as Marissa.
So if Jared decided he didn't want to spank her, he could be an adult and tell her and then she'd be an adult and deal with it.
Things she wanted some extra motivation for. Leigh bent over the notepad and started writing.
******
"1. Going to the gym." Jared took a sip of his tea, watching Leigh through slightly hooded eyes. Her hands were wrapped around her mug, but she wasn't drinking any of it yet. Instead, she just watched him, one index finger tapping nervously against the side of her mug. "2. Eat healthier. 3. Eat a healthy snack every day. 4. Pay attention to portion size."
"That's all I could really come up with," Leigh said, blushing a little. "I know it doesn't sound like much but-"
"No, it sounds like plenty," Jared said, cutting her off. He put down his mug and leaned forward, setting the notepad on the coffee table so that he could write on it easily. "The way I see it, there are two ways we can handle these; either on a day-by-day basis, or we can set up a punishment day and you'll have to report in. If you do day-by-day, we'll have to decide upon a set schedule for you to go to the gym, and if you skip a day then you'll be spanked immediately. Or if you choose a weekly punishment, then we'll just decide beforehand how many times you want to go to the gym each week and you'll have to make sure you get there that many times."
The lack of judgment in his voice and his calm authority seemed to soothe her. The stiffness of her spine and shoulders had relaxed and her eyes were more thoughtful than anxious now, although she was still tapping her finger against the mug and shifting her weight on her bottom. Then again, since they were talking about roasting her bottom, that wasn't too surprising. She'd be more aware of that area of her body than normal right now.
Jared currently had particular awareness of his cock, which was hard as a rock and pretty much had been since he'd realized she was actually writing everything down and she wasn't changing her mind. In fact, with her parted lips and wide eyes, she looked just as excited as he was. His gaze slid down to her breasts, but he couldn't see her nipples... that didn't mean anything though, if she was wearing a bra with a lining or any kind of padding, he wouldn't. It was why most submissives at Stronghold didn't get to wear bras at the club.
"I think... weekly," she said, wetting her lips. "That way I can have some flexibility for hanging out with my friends and... well, I'd rather get it all over with at once. Being spanked every day doesn't sound like fun."
"Are you planning on breaking the rules every day?" he asked, teasing. "Because if you do, the weekly punishment isn't going to be much fun either."
Leigh made a face at him. "I'm just saying. If I did."
"Okay, so how do you want to handle the others? I think a food journal might be a good idea."
"Ugh... okay."
He raised his eyebrow at her, a little surprised by her reaction. Leigh blushed at his scrutiny.
"I've just always hated the thought of seeing exactly what I've had to eat laid out in front of me."
"Well that's probably what makes them so effective," he said, allowing a bit of scolding to enter his tone. He was sympathetic to Leigh's resistance, but he wasn't going to let her get away with it anymore. Changes had to be made and they both knew it or they wouldn't be here.
By the end of the hour, they'd agreed upon three trips to the gym (or Liam's dojo) a week, for at least 45 minutes of actual working out each session (warming up and cooling down didn't count), Leigh keeping a food journal, and a weekly punishment session on Friday nights after he got off work. That was something Jared had insisted on, because he wanted her to have the whole weekend to recover if any of her punishments were every really bad, plus he was hoping to be able to tuck her into his bed afterwards and wake up with her the next morning. Leigh's eyes had flashed with amusement and she'd given him a wry grin as she'd agreed.
They'd also made a food schedule for her. She was required to eat three healthy meals and one healthy afternoon snack a day, which she would journal. In addition to that, she could have one unhealthy meal or snack, or one dessert twice a week. That way she wasn't completely bereft of her favorites and she would still be able to indulge on occasion - she would just have to actually plan for it and, hopefully, it wouldn't throw her completely off track. She'd also have to record her portion sizes, and for that he would have to trust her not to exaggerate, which he did. Because she wanted this to work and that was key.
Food related infractions would get her a count of five for each one, with his hand. If she managed to get more than twenty in one week, she would get an extra ten with a hairbrush as a punishment for being so naughty. That had been her idea, and he'd agreed because of the way her eyes had gotten bright and glassy and her cheeks had flushed when they'd talked about it. Apparently she'd been reading a lot of domestic discipline erotica lately and she'd come up with the idea of being punished for having earned a punishment.
Jared had to admit, going by the way his cock throbbed in his pants, he really liked the idea too. While he didn't enjoy causing extra pain, just talking about taking responsibility for Leigh and doling out deserved punishment was a huge turn on for him.
The gym was the real kicker though. She'd earn a tally of twenty five if she only made it to the gym twice a week. If she only made it once, those twenty five would be delivered with a paddle. And if she didn't go at all, she'd get twenty five with the paddle to be finished off with five strokes of the cane.
He wasn't ashamed to say that he hoped she would never skip all three days. The cane was not his favorite implement and he thought it was too harsh, but Leigh insisted. It was obvious she was afraid of the cane as well, which is why she thought it would keep her from ever being so derelict.
Of course, she would be excused from gym days if she was sick, but during vacations he still expected her to work out and record her exercises and food intake. She'd gotten a mutinous look on her face at first, but in the end she'd admitted that he was right, and she needed the same rules during vacations as she did the rest of the time.
They also agreed that if she was consistently bad that he could up the punishments at his discretion, using anything from extra swats to her butt to plugs.
"So," Leigh said, lifting up her chin in a kind of challenge. "What do I get if I've been good and I do everything I'm supposed to?"
The sassy way she asked made him grin as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap. She came
easily, without the slightest bit of resistance, her eyes lighting up as she wet her lips with her tongue, drawing his attention immediately to them.
"Why don't I give you a demonstration?" he asked, lowering his mouth onto hers before she could answer.
******
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Leigh felt her entire body shudder as Jared dipped her back slightly in his arms, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders to help hold her up as she returned his kiss. Their lips parted and his tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her. She kissed him back eagerly, arching her back slightly as his hand ran down her stomach to the front of her jeans. His fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, tracing over the bare skin of her belly and making her shiver with anticipation.
She really liked the way he'd just manhandled her onto his lap, taking her lips without hesitation, holding her exactly how he wanted her and keeping her slightly off balance. When he began to undo the front of her jeans, she was a little surprised, but more than willing. Heck, if he wanted to take things faster now, she didn't have any objections!
Until he broke off the kiss and turned her over, so that her stomach lay across his thighs and his hand was tugging her jeans and panties down to expose her butt. Which was exciting, but not exactly what she'd had in mind!
"Hey! I thought you were showing me what happens when I'm good!" She twisted her head around to look at him accusingly, but he just met her gaze with a chuckle.
"I am. Good little girls get spankings too - and don't lie and tell me that you don't like them."
SMACK!
The swat was firm enough to sting, but light enough that it didn't really hurt; it just awoke all the nerve endings in her butt where his hand had just landed, making her skin feel warm and tingly.
SMACK!
Wriggling, Leigh turned her head back around, deciding not to respond to Jared's comment and to just see where he led. After all, he was right. She had liked being spanked. Lightly. Just like he was doing right now.
SMACK!
Rub.
She arched her back, almost feeling like purring. Yeah... that was what she had liked. The sting of his slap, followed by the smoothing of his hand over her skin, leaving behind warmth and a pleasant burn.
SMACK!
Rub.
Okay. She could definitely see how this would be a reward.
"You've got such a gorgeous ass," he murmured.
SMACK!
Rub.
"Good little girls get their gorgeous bottoms turned a nice pink."
SMACK!
Rub.
His hand was alternating between cheeks starting up close to her hips and working its way down on each side. Which also meant that the tips of his fingers were getting closer and closer to more sensitive areas as he rubbed. Sensitive, wet areas that were starting to throb in anticipation, wanting to be touched.
SMACK!
Rub.
"Good little girls also get their pussies played with."
Leigh whimpered as his fingers teased the outer lips of her pussy, barely brushing over them as he reached for her other cheek.
SMACK!
Rub.
"Tease!" she accused, squeezing her thighs together to try and put some pressure on her needy clit.
Jared just laughed at her. "Legs open, little girl. You have to trust me to take care of you."
SLAP! SLAP! The swats he gave the backs of her thighs were lighter than the ones he'd been using on her butt, but they still hurt more. Her thighs were way more sensitive, and Leigh squealed, opening her legs, as far as she could, immediately. Cool air flowed over her wet flesh, making her want to buck and hump against Jared's leg, even though it didn't give her the kind of contact that she needed.
SMACK!
Rub.
It was blissful torture as she squirmed and wriggled on his lap, his hand slapping and caressing in equal measure. If her arousal had sparked over dinner, now he was building up the flames, not content with a regular hearth fire, as if he wanted to turn her into a raging inferno before quenching the need. And she knew he wanted to... his cock was rock hard against her side, pressing into her soft belly with every smack to her bottom.
She was getting overheated as he warmed her ass, her arousal growing, and she reached up to tug off her sweater, not caring that he hadn't told her to. Maybe that would make him get a move on.
His groan as she yanked off her top made her grin, even though he couldn't see her. Now she was almost completely bare, her jeans and panties around her knees and her sweater on the floor.
"Naughty girl," he growled.
SMACK! SMACK!
Leigh squealed. Both of those smacks were harder than any of the previous ones, coming down on already sensitized skin, but her butt had been warmed up enough that she could easily take them. She was kind of amazed at how well Jared gauged what she could take and what would turn her on, in fact. It also made it very easy to let go and trust him... and the sensation was almost like free falling.
SMACK!
Rub.
SMACK!
Rub.
She wanted to cum so badly, but at the same time, she didn't want him to stop. It did feel good as he peppered her bottom with swats, his hand rubbing over her hot skin, fingers brushing over and between her pussy lips, teasing her clit. At the same time, it was missing something. Leigh wasn't the type to get off on spankings, she needed to fulfill a need. Which was part of what made being spanked pleasurable for her.
But as soon as Jared stopped spanking her, as soon as he started to lift her up, Leigh attacked.
This time she was getting what she wanted.
******
"Leigh-" Jared practically sputtered as he grabbed at her hands, trying to stop her from undoing the front of his pants.
Despite the flush in her cheeks and the happy, hazy look in her eyes, she was damned fast. She didn't even seem to care that she was kneeling on his couch, her jeans still around her lower legs and just her bra on. From this angle, he could see the long length of her body, right down to her bare, swollen pussy. He just couldn't see as much of it as he wanted to.
"I was a good girl during my spanking, wasn't I?" she asked, letting him take one of her hands away from his pants, only to put it on his chest and push him back. "Shouldn't a good girl get what she wants?"
He groaned as her free hand slid into the front of his pants... she'd gotten his button undone, but not his zipper, giving her just enough room to maneuver. And it felt fucking fantastic. Her hand was pressed tightly between his cock and the denim, her fingers working to move lower, rubbing against his shaft, squeezing the hot length and making him feel admittedly weak. Weak enough that he let her push him back farther, let her get her hand back out of his pants so that she could slide the zipper down and pull out his cock.
The look in her eyes was both amazement and awe as she wrapped her slim, pale fingers around his thick, dark length.
"You look..." She leaned forward, her tongue sweeping over the top of his purplish head, lapping up the precum that was already gathering there. "...delicious."
"Fuck me..." He said, groaning at the delicate swipe of her tongue against his sensitive tissue.
Leigh snickered. "I've been told we're not at that point yet."
"Brat," he said, without any heat, reaching out to smack her bottom. It was a glorious dark pink, the color evenly spread over both cheeks. He'd done a damned good job. Keeping his hand on her warmed skin, he squeezed, his fingers moving closer to her pussy, but Leigh suddenly slid off of the couch in an incredibly ungraceful move. With her jeans still around her legs, it wasn't like she had a whole lot mobility. He narrowed his eyes at her as she shuffled between his legs, still gripping his cock with both hands.
She narrowed her eyes back at him, wordlessly challenging him. Well hell. If she wanted to suck his dick, who the hell was he to stop her? She wasn't trying to top from the bottom; he could see the need in her eyes. Leigh wasn't the kind of subm
issive who was happy just being played with, she needed to feel useful. Besides, they both knew he could take control any time that he wanted.
"Fine," he said. "You can do what you want with me, as long as I can play with these." With that, he slid his hands into the front of her bra, cupping her breasts and making her gasp. Her pupils dilated as he palmed the small mounds, his fingers rubbing over her nipples which were already hard, little, eager buds.
With a beatific smile, Leigh didn't argue, she just leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Jared groaned, his hold on her breasts tightening as she whimpered around the mouthful of cock she'd just taken. He was too big for her to fit all the way in immediately, one hand was left moving up and down the base of his cock, but he could feel the sound vibrations through from the tip all the way to his root.
It felt fucking phenomenal.
Leigh's movements weren't of a woman who felt like she was doing a chore, or what she thought she was supposed to do - Leigh was enjoying every second of having him by the cock and balls. Her fingers had found his sack and were gentling rolling his balls as she worked her mouth up and down, trying to take a little more of him in each time. Jared could barely concentrate on pinching and tugging her nipples, he was so entranced by the sight of her pale hand on his cock, her pink lips taking his dark meat in and leaving it glossy as she lifted her head.
Her eyes came up to meet his, filled with the knowledge of a woman who knew she was doing a damn good job of bringing a man to his knees. Who took pleasure in seeing him twist and groan as her tongue lashed the underside of his cock, tracing the sensitive head, and then sliding back down to nudge him a little farther into her throat. When she hummed, he jerked at the intensely pleasurable sensation, his hands tightening almost brutally on her breasts. She whimpered, but didn't slow her efforts, and with a groan he let go of her soft mounds, taking his hands and placing them on her head.
His fingers delved into her hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers to keep them out of her face and so he could use them to move her if he wanted. Not that he did... she was doing a damned fine job all on her own, but it did give him a little bit of control back. And she liked it. Her eyes met his, filled with heat and need. The only way this could be better was if he had a mirror set up behind her so that he could see her the pink cheeks of her ass while she sucked him.