Love Hurts
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“No, Sir.” Her words were little more than a whisper now, and I knew she was getting my point.
“Your business is yours, Karen. I would never interfere with business decisions, and that is completely different from what I asked of you.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“I’m glad to hear it. More wine?”
“Please,” she answered, and I took the glass off the coffee table.
I took a sip and leaned forward, pressing my mouth against hers. She opened eagerly and I kissed her, letting the wine spill onto her tongue.
“Sometimes love hurts, but it can be unbelievably pleasurable, too.”
Her eyes had taken on a far-away, dreamy look. “Sometimes there is pleasure in the pain, Sir.”
I chuckled at her observation. “Well, I’m glad your time with me hasn’t been a total waste. At least I taught you that.”
“Are you going to spank me, Sir?”
I took another swallow of her wine, surprised by the question. “Do you want a spanking, Karen?”
“I don’t want you to spank me,” she admitted, “but I want to know that I’ve paid for the mistakes I made.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“What?” she sounded stunned. “Why not?”
“Because you can’t remember your manners, for one.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You seem to be saying that a lot today. It’s also because I can’t go back to the way things were, with you claiming to accept my discipline one day and throwing it in my face the next. We promised to treat each other with respect, and if you can’t do that, then I don’t want to resume a relationship where I’ll get hurt again.”
Slowly, my words seemed to sink in. When they did, she looked shaken. “Brandon, please try to understand. I am trying hard—harder than I ever have for anyone in my life. I know I messed up; I don’t think I really understood just how badly until right now, but I will do anything to make it up to you if you’ll just give me another chance.”
“I want to, but I have to know that this is what you really want. I’m not playing a game when I’m with you. I'm not roleplaying. This is what I want our life to be like.”
“It’s what I want, too. I can’t say it makes sense to me all the time, or that I like it when you tell me what to do—I definitely don’t like it when you punish me, but...”
“But?”
“I like how I feel when I’m with you. You make me feel special and loved and I guess that’s worth a spanking or two, when I deserve it.”
“You deserve a red bottom more than any woman I’ve ever known.” I stroked her cheek to soften the words.
“I want you to lead me. I want to follow you no matter where it takes me. I know I haven’t known you for long, but you make me happier than I’ve ever been. I don’t know what’s going to happen with my job, and I don’t care. I can handle anything, if you’re there to help me.”
“You’re sure this is what you want? If you want me to punish you, I will, but I’m not going to stop until all your mistakes have been paid for, that’s a promise. It could take weeks.”
“That’s a shame, I was hoping for years.”
Her words choked me up a little. I doubted she would ever know how much she’d moved me. To have a submissive for fun was one thing, but to have this independent, vibrant woman surrender herself to me was the rarest kind of gift. And now I was going to unwrap her.
She didn’t make a sound as I pulled her over my lap. I warmed her up with quick hand spanks and rubbed the satin fabric that held her beautiful ass. She hadn’t so much as groaned yet, so I slid the hem of her dress up, getting an eyeful of her pink-tinged cheeks, bared except for the string holding the thong into place.
“This is nice.” My cock surged with new, hot blood, telling me that it was more than nice. I rubbed her bottom some more, determined that she would feel every bit of this spanking for the next few days. When I began again, the spanks were harder and came quicker together. I kept my fingers loose which made them sting more on impact. Soon, the pink blush of her cheeks deepened and I could feel her tense over my lap.
I stopped for a moment to rub her lower back. “Relax. You’re doing such a good job—I’m proud of you.”
I heard her satisfied sigh a moment before she unclenched her cheeks. The moment she did, I renewed the spanking with a hearty vigor. I delivered solid spanks all the way up her warm ass before making my way back down again. I paused to pay special attention to her sit-spot, after which she began crying out with each spank.
“Hang in there, sweetheart. We have a while to go.” Setting my mouth in a firm line, I made the spanks even harder—my punishing hand connecting with her bare bottom sounded like exploding fireworks. Judging from the nice, red color her butt was taking on, she was feeling a fire of a different kind.
I rained swat after swat on her tender portiere, not even pausing when she began crying. I was determined to give her something to think about every time she sat down for the next two weeks, in the hopes that I wouldn’t need to take her over my knee again any time soon, unless it was for more enjoyable activities.
“I’m sorry,” she was saying, over and over again. I ignored her, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. I could tell just from looking at her cherry-red ass that she was in agony, so I was prepared when she began scissoring her legs to get away. I threw my leg over hers, pinning them into place and allowing me to continue uninterrupted. I was pacing the spanks out now, giving one only every thirty seconds or so, and they certainly didn’t carry half the weight of the earlier wallops I’d given her, but she still burst into fresh tears and emitted a wailing shriek with each new swat.
I stopped after two more to each sit spot, but I still held her over my lap, letting her cry it out and catch her breath. When her wails had diminished to sobs and those had quieted to sniffles I removed my hand and guided her until she was sitting on my knee.
“I-I’m so-orry,” she cried into my chest.
“Shh.” I stroked her soft, dark hair. “I know. I am so proud of you.”
She clung tight to me at the praise, and I gave her a few more minutes to calm down, hugging her close. I let her cry into my chest until my shirt was wet with tears and she’d cried herself out. “We’re almost done here.”
“Yes, Sir.” Every word came out as a moan.
Slowly, I guided her back over my knee. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?”
“Because I was mean and disrespectful, Sir.”
I smiled at her soft, submissive tone. “Yes. You’re going to try harder to remember that rule, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir,” was her ready reply and I applied a quick smack to each of her quivering cheeks. She promptly began to sob, and I paused to give her a few more minutes to calm down, silently promising myself that I would be able to wipe away her tears soon.
“There are two more things I want to discuss. One is the fact you didn’t return any of my calls and you let me stand outside your apartment and didn’t let me in. That kind of rudeness is unacceptable. If you don’t want to see someone you should at least have the courtesy to tell them to their face.”
“You’re right, Sir.” She was crying steadier now, although whether from the scolding or the swats she suspected were coming I didn’t know.
Just like I had before, I gave her one stinging smack to each cheek. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be done.”
“I do-don’t think I c-can, Sir.”
“Yes, you can, honey. You’ve made it this far. Just be still for me and take the rest of your punishment like a good girl.”
“Yes, Sir—I’ll try.”
“I have a question, Karen. Have you been eating?”
“Sir?”
“You look like you’ve lost weight. I didn’t notice before because the dress is so tight, but now I’m thinking you haven’t been taking care of yoursel
f. I wanted to ask you about it first.”
“I...I had some chips earlier and we had punch at the dance.”
“Is that all you’ve eaten today?”
“It wasn’t on purpose. I’ve just not been hungry...”
“You’ve been wallowing,” I corrected. “That’s not acceptable. I’m only giving you two right now, but if we have to talk about it again I can’t promise I’ll go so easy on you.”
“Can’t you just give me a free pass this once?” she pleaded, sounding so pitiful I almost considered it.
“No, Karen. Taking care of yourself is another rule, remember?”
Her only response was a nod, which I took as my cue to end this. To her credit, even though I made the swats count, she didn’t try to fight me. When I finally took her into my arms, she was a weeping bundle of nerves. I held her, rocking her in my arms until she calmed down. I didn’t know how long it took and I didn’t care.
When I thought she would be all right on her own for a moment, I told her I had to get up and she let me go—albeit reluctantly. I went to the kitchen to retrieve what I needed and saw that she was nearly asleep. Her eyes fluttered back open as I approached.
“Lay on your stomach for me, honey.”
She flopped on to her belly, pushing her red hinny in the air. I knelt beside her and began to rub an ice cube over her sore looking nates. “Oh!” she gasped.
“How does it feel, honey?”
“Good,” she murmured. “Like you’re getting rid of the fire.”
“I can put out other fires, too.” I slid my hand over to her swollen pussy lips and traced the outside with the ice until she was moaning. I slid it in her slit once, twice, before deciding she’d had enough. There would be time to play more later, after she’d had a full night’s rest and recovered. “Put your arms around me, I’m taking you to bed.”
She obliged and I swept her into my arms and off the couch, carrying her easily to the bedroom. I gently laid her down on the crisp, cool sheets, squelching a smile when she immediately turned on her side to keep her bottom from touching the bed.
“Hey, I almost forgot. I got you a little something. Do you want to wait until the morning?”
“Oh, can I open it now, Sir?”
“How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?” Reaching into the nightstand I pulled out a plain white gift-wrapped box.
Karen put it to her ear, shaking it gently before she tore into it. When she found the three pairs of silk panties inside, she smiled at me. They were all black with pink and red hearts on them.
“I got a card, too. It must have fallen...” I bent over to peer behind the nightstand and laughed at what I found. I fished the clothing off the floor and held it up for her to see. “Well, look what I found!” I waved the white panties at her. “I wonder how they got back there.”
“You put them there so I’d have to walk around naked!” She giggled.
“Not a half bad plan. I wish I’d thought of it. Well, I guess I can take these back now.” I made to reach for the box and she moved it out of my grasp.
“Don’t even think about it!”
I laughed at her antics and carefully sat beside her. “Do you like them?”
“I love them. I don’t have any sexy panties.”
“Now, Karen,” I scolded, mock stern. “Every beautiful woman should have sexy underwear.”
“Well, now I do.” She beamed up at me. “May I ask you something, Sir?”
“Anything for you.” I lay down and pulled her to me, stroking her hair.
“Why did you buy it? I mean, I’d left and I was completely mean to you. Why would you buy me a gift?”
“That’s an easy one. You said earlier that I had taught you love can be pleasurable as well as painful?” She nodded, watching me intently. “Did you ever think that you’ve taught me that, too?”
She snuggled in to me, a smile on her lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I echoed. “Remind me to ask you why you chose ‘Saint Bernard’ for a safe word.” It was one of the questions on my list. “No, not right now. Wait until the morning. We have nothing but time.”
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