“It's never your fault,” he muttered as he pushed himself up off the bed.
“It wasn't!”
“You didn't make the decision to go against your word and sunbathe instead of packing?” he asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn't answer.
“That's what I thought. That makes it your decision. That makes you accountable. You can't just keep blaming things that happen to you on bad luck or bad timing. You need to own up to the mistakes you make.”
She continued staring him down, but her lip quivered. He might be getting through to her.
“What are you going to do?” she whispered, dropping her gaze to his feet.
“We'll start with you getting your nose in the corner.”
She opened her mouth to protest, an incredulous look on her face, but all he had to do was raise his eyebrows and she understood his warning. They had played that game before, he didn't appreciate an argument when he was trying to dole out a punishment.
~ ~ * ~ ~
As she rose from the bed she tried not to grumble. She hated standing in the corner. Hated that he made her strip. Hated that he would never let her close the blinds. True, they were on the beach, and it was late, but what if someone happened by? What would they think of a grown woman with her nose in the corner?
She must have let one of her disgruntled sighs slip because Nick cleared his throat behind her. Her bottom reflexively tensed. There was no getting out of it now, once he made up his mind to punish her, it happened. Arguing with him was never the way to go.
She left her clothes in a pile on the floor and walked to the corner. She refused to make eye contact with him as she did it, but she could feel his eyes on her the whole time.
She felt his hands on her waist, they were warm against her naked skin. He leaned his body into hers, “Good girl, thank you for not arguing with me.”
She got a little thrill when he called her a good girl. It was stupid and she thought she should be offended, but she wanted to be his good girl. She wanted him to think of her like that, so she couldn't help but obey anything he requested after that.
He kissed her temple. “I'll be right back, stay where you are.”
She leaned her forehead against the wall as she waited. It was weird that he disappeared, he normally stayed in the room when he sent her to the corner. She figured it was to make sure she stayed there, and to ogle her naked butt. She wanted to glance back at the clock to see how long he'd been gone, but then she didn't know what time he had left.
It felt like a long time, although, it probably wasn't. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot and staring at a cobweb up in the corner of the ceiling when she finally heard him coming back up the hallway.
He didn't address her right away. She heard him moving some things around, then the springs on the bed squeaked. He had sat down.
Silence fell over the room and she tensed her leg muscles to try to get her feet to be still.
“Okay, Lindsay,” he said, signaling the end of her time in the dreaded corner.
She turned to look at him. He sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He had a towel laying on the bed beside him, but other than that he just sat on the bed waiting for her to come to him. She walked over and stopped next to the bed, unsure of what she was supposed to do. He opened his arms and she eagerly entered his embrace. He pulled her onto his lap and she grabbed onto his shirt, burying her face into the front. He wore jeans with a button down shirt. His office had gone casual for the summer and she loved the sexy, preppy, laid back look he had adopted. He had already unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. She hated when he did it right in front of her, preparing to spank her, it made her tummy flip. Watching him roll his sleeves up as he leveled her with a stern gaze was enough to make her apologize for anything she may have done.
“Do we need to talk about what happened tonight, or do you understand what brought on this punishment?”
She shook her head, “I understand.” She wanted to get this over and done with, she did not want a lecture on top of her spanking.
“Get over my lap.”
She quickly obeyed, not wanting him to think she was hesitating.
He wasted no time, his hand cracked off her buttocks before she had even settled on his thighs.
She gave a cry of surprise, but if he heard it he paid it no attention. He spanked hard and fast, her bare cheeks stung as she clawed at the bedspread, trying her best to stay in place.
She was just getting to the point where the sting was morphing into an overall ache. She drummed her feet against the mattress behind her. Normally he would lecture in between spanks and it would annoy her, but this, the constant punishment with no break was almost too much to handle.
He paused and shifted her into a better position across his lap.
She looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing and saw he had picked up the towel. “You're spanking really hard tonight, Nick,” she needlessly observed.
He quirked an eyebrow at her, “I'm just getting started, so you better get comfortable.” He lifted something white and small out of the towel. It was about three inches long and about the width of her index finger. “This is ginger, you're going to take it in your naughty little bottom, and I want you to remember this the next time you think about lying to me.”
She widened her eyes, he was going to stick food up her butt? “What is it supposed to do?”
“It's going to heat up and give you a nice little burn,” he said, meeting her eyes. “It won't hurt you and it won't last long once I take it out, but it will be uncomfortable. This is your consequence for lying, so you can think about that while it works.”
She eyed the ginger and looked back at him, wondering if she should take the chance of talking him out of it. The look on his face told her he would not be swayed.
As if reading her thoughts, he patted her hip, “Lay flat, don't tense or it will hurt more when I'm putting it in.”
He had shaped it to almost look like a butt plug, with an indentation in it right where her sphincter would close around it, once he got it in there it wasn't moving.
She cringed as he spread her cheeks apart, embarrassment flooding her. When the tip of the ginger touched her anus, trying to press in past her tight ring, she flinched and twisted.
Nick responded with a sharp slap the the back of her thigh. “Go get your hairbrush,” he ordered.
Panic rose in her throat. He had only spanked her with her hairbrush once and she vowed it would never happen again. She quickly resumed her position across his lap again.
“Please, Nick. I didn't know it would be cold. It surprised me! I'm sorry,” she stammered out. “I'll stay still, please, I promise.” She rested her chin on the bed as she awaited his response. She didn't want to chance looking back at him and having him accuse her of arguing with him. She was pleading with him, she was trying to save her ass from that wretched hairbrush. She wasn't arguing with him.
“You've been warned,” he said, and she didn't realize how tight she was clenching her fists until she released them. “If you move again, you're getting the hairbrush.”
“Okay, I won't, I promise.” She turned her head to the side, laying her cheek on the mattress. She focused on her breath, trying to breathe in and out at steady intervals. She squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed the ginger against her back entrance again. Prepared for the coolness of it this time, she successfully remained in position.
It slid into place and other than it being hard and unforgiving, it didn't feel horrible. It wasn't terribly big and she found she barely even noticed it.
She heard the television click on and she craned her neck around to look at Nick, “What are you doing?”
He looked back at her, “It takes a few minutes to work. I'm going to watch the end of the game.”
She frowned at him and he looked back at her with that unamused look he got when she was annoying him.
“Would you
like to stay here or go back into the corner?”
“Where did you think this up anyway?” she asked, slightly bewildered at all of his actions this evening.
“No talking, you can use this time to think about why you are being punished.” She lifted her eyebrows at him, he wasn't letting her speak? “But first you can answer, here or the corner?”
“Here, I guess.” She knew she sounded petulant, but was she supposed to thank him for giving her a choice?
~ ~ * ~ ~
Nick smiled as he watched the end of the baseball game. To be honest he wasn't even paying attention, it was late in the season and there was no way his boys were making the playoffs, but he needed something to take his mind off wanting to bury himself deep inside the ass that was sprawled across his lap. She was even cute when she was being pouty. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was less than pleased at being told she wasn't allowed to talk, and he would bet anyone that she was laying here stewing right now, not reflecting on her own behavior as he had directed.
She let out a sigh and shifted and he couldn't help but trail his hands over her reddened flanks. She tensed under his touch, but he kept caressing her cheeks until she softened again. All the while he kept staring at the television, feigning disinterest in her sighs. His fingers wandered over to the ginger and he looked at the clock. It had been five minutes, she would be feeling something by now. Nothing to the full effect, but at least a little warmth. He pressed it down into her bottom further and she mewled her displeasure. “Are you feeling anything yet?”
“A little,” she said, the edge in her voice let him know she was only submitting for him. She had not given herself over to this punishment yet.
“It needs to sit for a while for the oils to seep in,” he told her. “So we'll just sit back while it works. Are you thinking about why you're being punished?”
She let out a frustrated sigh, “Yes.”
“What was that?” he asked.
She turned and looked at him, confusion and frustration etched across her face.
“I thought you said you were going to get your hairbrush,” he said. When she just stared back at him he added, “No? My mistake, I must have misheard you.” He squeezed her cheeks together in a rough grip, sandwiching the ginger between them.
She let out a short gasp.
He leaned down closer toward her head, “You might want to consider checking your attitude.”
She didn't respond, just put her face down into the bed.
He let her think about that, and went back to staring at the game on the screen. His hands never left her body and he became aware when her skin warmed to the touch. Her body was tense beneath his hands and she started wiggling her hips back and forth. He checked the time. Ten minutes had passed, she would definitely be feeling more heat now. He pinched the end of the ginger between his thumb and forefinger. He slowly slid it out and then slid it back in, teasing her.
She blew out a breath, then turned to look at him over her shoulder, “May I have permission to say something?”
He turned in her direction and nodded.
“It's getting really hot and I don't like this.”
“You aren't supposed to like it,” he answered.
“What if it gets worse? What if it won't stop? Nick, please, take it out.” Her eyes glistened with tears.
He recognized the panic in her eyes. He had researched this extensively. It was an archaic punishment, but also used commonly in plenty of present day discipline relationships. Some people even just used it as a part of their kinky sex play. It was the unknown that was worrying her. He would share all his research with her later, but he should finish out this punishment before she had a full blown panic attack on him.
“It won't get any worse, and it will stop. Tell me, were you thinking about why you're being punished?”
She nodded her head, “Yes, I'm sorry I lied. I will never lie again.”
“You should never need to lie to me, Linz.”
“Okay,” she said. “Please take it out now.”
“If you lie again this is what you get.”
Her eyebrows flew up.
This is your consequence for lying from now on. I'll put ginger inside of you and you can spend your entire night in the corner, understood?”
She blinked back at him. He could tell she was trying to process that.
He patted her hip. “Stand up,” he told her.
She jumped to obey his command.
He followed her, standing beside the bed. He stacked two pillows at the end. She watched him as she shifted from foot to foot.
“I'll take it out now, but then you'll lay over these pillows and take the rest of your spanking without any argument, understood?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. Her eyes looked wild. He didn't know if it was from the heat of the ginger or the panic of its ramifications.
She followed him into the bathroom where he instructed her to bend over and hold onto the edge of the sink. He easily slid the thin slice of ginger out of her bottom and tossed it into the trash can. She remained bent over, and he smiled that she was waiting for him to instruct her further.
He pulled her to stand and pressed her into his chest.
She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I'm really sorry, Nick.”
“I know, baby.” He kissed her forehead and was surprised when she stepped away first, walking back into the bedroom.
“I just want to finish this so everything can be okay between us again,” she said as she laid over the top of the pillows.
He had to smile at that, he wanted to get this part over with too. He started to unbuckle his belt and she blew out a breath. “Oh good, the belt.”
“Oh good?” He laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“You kept threatening me with that hairbrush. I was worried you were going use that. If I'm going to get my butt blistered I would much rather the belt.”
He shook his head, “I'll keep that in mind.”
“I'm sure you will,” she retorted.
He tapped the backs of her thighs with the doubled over belt. “Take a step out, straighten your back.”
She got into position and her butt raised up.
He lined up his swing and then lashed the first stripe down the center of her buttocks.
She cried out, but didn't move her position.
He let the belt crack again, below the last stripe. He immediately followed with a third right below that. The fourth one caught the crease between her butt and thighs which made her rise up on her toes and howl.
He took a step back while he waited for her to get back into position. He adjusted the front of his jeans, his cock straining against his zipper. The stripes across her ass and Lindsay willingly taking her punishment, it was enough to undo him.
She put her feet flat on the floor again and hollowed out her back.
He stepped forward and worked his way back up to where he had started. She was letting out small grunts with each strike, but she didn't move from position again. Her ass glowed an angry red. A few stripes from the edge of the belt had a purplish hue and he hoped they wouldn't turn into bruises tomorrow, he'd be sure to rub some cream in for her tonight.
“Five more, Lindsay,” he told her.
She nodded into the bed and tucked her arms up under her chest.
He spaced out the last few blows, but held his arm back from striking her with the force he had been using. She was already thoroughly punished, she would be feeling the effects of this spanking for the rest of the weekend at least.
He let the belt fall to the floor and then he sat down beside her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her so that her butt rested between his outspread thighs.
“You did a good job, babe,” he said, as he kissed the tears running down her cheeks.
I'm sorry I let you down, Nick,” she whispered.
“I'll get over it, but you need to stop letting yourself down,” he told her.
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She nodded against him.
He held her until he felt her body relax against his. He gave her one last kiss and then placed her on her feet. “Okay, back into the corner.”
“More of the corner?” she asked.
He raised his eyebrows, which sent her hustling across the room, “Ten minutes. This time really think about what you need to do differently.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. She stood close to the wall, but then looked over her shoulder at him, “Don't keep me up too late, I have a paper to write before we start packing tomorrow.”
He smiled at her as she turned back around. Admiring her naked form, and her well punished ass, he wondered if he could wait the ten minutes before he needed to take her to bed.
~ ~ * ~ ~
Lindsay tried to focus as she rested her forehead against the wall. She knew Nick wanted her to think about what she could improve upon for next time, but all she could think about was how she wanted to climb into bed and snuggle up next to him.
A peaceful calm had come over her. She hated when he would punish her and she was reluctant to admit that she did deserve it, he was nothing if not fair and she really did believe he was trying to help her and break her bad habits.
He had been right about the ginger too, the burn had gone away, she hardly felt anything anymore.
As much as she hated the punishments, she loved the after effects. She always felt closer to him. She loved how he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world that mattered. He was always sweet and attentive, but he became even more so after he punished her, or maybe she was just more compliant to his pampering.
In any case, she wasn't really reflecting as much as she was anticipating getting to the good parts.
“Come here, Lindsay,” Nick beckoned her from across the room.
She turned and walked toward where he sat on the edge of the bed. She was acutely aware of how tight her skin felt. Her body was sunburned and now her ass flamed hotter than the rest of her. He had a bottle of aloe beside him and she started to turn so he could apply it to her ass, that was the only part of her that felt like it needed soothing right now. He shook his head and turned her back so he faced her front.
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