It was what I deserved, I knew. I’d been so selfish, disobeying Hunter and God. I’d gone after what I’d wanted, disregarding anyone else.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle one more spanking, Hunter dropped the hairbrush on the floor by his side. My eyes fluttered with relief. I breathed deeply, and the tears subsided. Hunter massaged my sore, hot bottom.
“Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you,” Hunter said, softly. “That’s what God told Eve after He found out she ate the forbidden fruit.”
I relaxed forward onto his knee, closing my eyes as me massaged me.
“Eve, the mother of mothers, was easily tempted, and so are you,” Hunter said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. “That’s why I’m here, to lead you away from temptation, and to keep you on the righteous path.”
The tears swelled in my eyes again. The spankings, though uncomfortable, always put things into perspective. I felt the muscles in Hunter’s thigh tense as his hand wandered further between my legs. He pulled the thong to the side, then parted my soft lips. The pleasure he created was in sharp contrast to the pain in my bottom, and the two sensations mingled deliciously. Desire quickened my breath, and I gasped when he wriggled one finger inside of me.
As he fingered me, lifting me higher and higher, I could feel his cock growing hard in his lap. I stroked it through his pants while he pleasured me. Hunter pressed harder into my g-spot. My mouth fell open and moans escaped as I rose to orgasm.
Hunter replaced the thong, snapping it back into place, then guided me up to my feet. I waited obediently for what he’d do next to me. He stood with urgency, then quickly removed his shirt and pants. My eyes widened when I saw his cock, standing out straight from his body and rock hard. I wanted to reach out and touch it, to feel it pulse under my fingers, but I waited for Hunter to tell me what to do.
“I want you,” he said so low it was nearly a growl. The vibrations of his voice traveled down my spine, igniting my yearning for him. With his gaze focused on me, he walked towards me, then seized me in his arms. He slipped his hands under my sore bottom and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The head of his cock probed exquisitely against my panties.
Hunter carried me to the bed and sat me down on top of it. He stood to his full height before me, and with a hand on each of my knees, pulled my legs apart. In one swift motion, he pulled my panties to the side, then thrust his cock inside. He lingered there for a moment, letting me savor the way he filled me completely.
He slipped his hands under my negligee, then grabbed on to both of my breasts. I grasped his muscular biceps, then braced myself.
Hunter started to thrust, slowly at first. My wetness spread around, allowing him to slip easily in and out. A warm, sensual pleasure gathered in my lower belly, and spread down my thighs. Just when I was on the verge of climaxing, Hunter picked up speed. I was thrust into orgasm, riding the tumultuous wave of pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my limbs weakened. I opened my mouth wide and screamed my pleasure up to the ceiling. Hunter squeezed my hard nipples, causing the orgasm to intensify. Once one was done, another would immediately start.
While lost in the throes of ecstasy, I watched Hunter’s face. I loved the way he scrunched his brows when he was enjoying my body. His groans deepened, and he picked up speed and force. He plunged deeply inside of me and we climaxed together. Hunter slid out of me, then peered between my legs.
“You may put on your sweatpants now,” Hunter said.
“Hmm,” I said, running my finger down the sheer fabric that covered my breasts. “I think I’ll wear this to sleep.”
“If I wake up next to that,” he said, gesturing to my body. “I won’t be able to resist you.”
“Exactly,” I said.
“It might make you late to work.”
I shrugged. “Who cares?”
*
After delivering the website and the mockup website to Liz the next morning, I called her cell phone.
“This all looks amazing,” Liz said over the phone. “You know, I think this mockup wasn’t needed at all. The original is fantastic.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “I’m glad you’re happy with it. Listen, Liz, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay, shoot,” she said.
I took a deep breath. “I know you said the client comes first, and I agree with you on that. But I simply can’t compromise my faith for work. I can’t work on Sundays anymore.”
There was a long paused. I cringed, knowing that Liz was probably going to end our working relationship then and there. I heard Liz sigh.
“So you’re going to push me on the Sunday thing, huh?” Liz said.
“Yes, I’m afraid I am,” I said. “My religion, my faith, is my life.”
“All right, all right, all right,” Liz said. “You can have Sundays, as long as you keep delivering work like this.”
As we were saying goodbye, Hunter came into my office. When I hung up, he walked over and kissed me on the temple.
“How did it go?” he asked.
“Surprisingly well,” I said. “Liz was really cool about it.”
“See what happens when you let go of doubt? God will always provide for you. Don’t forget about that.”
I looked up at him, and his warm smile filled me with comfort. “You’re right. God’s provided for me so far. There’s no reason to doubt it now.”
Epilogue
It was the Saturday after a very busy week for me. A large client had ordered a complete redesign of all their graphics. I was tinkering with their new logo when Hunter knocked softly on my office door.
“Time for Bible study,” he said.
I glanced at my computer screen. I hated to stop working now. With only a few more minutes, it would be perfect.
But no, it was ten am, and under Hunter’s rules, this was when we studied the Bible. I turned my screen off and turned to him with a smile.
We sat at the kitchen table with the Bible between us. Layla was in the living room building a castle with her blocks.
“What passage were you mediating on this week?” Hunter asked.
I smiled broadly. “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”
“Very good,” Hunter said. “And what wisdom did you glean from this passage?”
“That you are amazing, and perfect, and a Godly man,” I said. Hunter looked away, blushing. “You’ve been so supportive of my work, so understanding. I appreciate how you take care of dinner when I’m working late.”
Hunter shrugged, shyly. “Don’t mention it.”
“I’ve seen that God has his hand on your heart, and everything you do is done through him,” I said. “The rules, the spankings, they all help me to be a better person.”
Hunter closed his Bible, then pulled back from the table and patted his lap. Biting my lip, I went to sit in it. He encircled his arms around my waist.
“I make the rules, but we’re in this together,” Hunter said. “Ellie, I so admire your strength.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around me. I buried my face in his hair and breathed in his scent.
“Mommy,” Layla said, rushing into the room. Hunter and I jumped with a start. “Is it time to pray yet?”
Hunter and I smiled pridefully at each other.
“Sure, honey,” I said, climbing out of Hunter’s lap. I took Layla’s hand in mine. “Let’s pray together. We all have so much to be thankful for.”
The Coach’s Strict Orders
Erica and Chase
The Coach’s Discipline
Obeying the Coach
Coached Into Submission
The Coach’s Discipline
Er
ica lay in bed staring at her alarm clock. There was a few minutes before it was set to go off. Morning sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating every piece of dust in the room. Erica frowned against her pillow. She’d just dusted yesterday.
While the numbers on the clock ticked down, Erica mentally prepared for the day before her. She had an interview with Chase Collins, the head football coach at Stallings University. Erica’s editor, Rose, had told her to focus on Chase’s young age, his physical prowess, and how he’d transformed the losing team into winners. It was clear Rose wanted Chase depicted as a sex symbol, and had even requested a shirtless photo for the magazine’s cover. Erica wasn’t thrilled with that angle. She’d become a journalist not to glorify athletes and celebrities, but to show their humanity, to give her readers something deeper.
When the alarm went off, Erica jumped out from under the covers. Standing by her bed, she performed her morning stretches, just like she did everyday. Erica thrived on routine. With her busy schedule, it was the only way to make sure she got everything done.
The stretches sent blood pumping through her limbs, warming her body and invigorating her mind. Next on her list was breakfast. She went to the kitchen and prepared two eggs, one piece of toast, half of a grapefruit, and one cup of coffee. It was the same thing she ate every morning.
She finished up breakfast, washed her dishes, and started making her way to the bathroom to take a shower. As she was walking down the hallway, she heard the shower turn on. She stopped in her tracks and groaned.
It was Leigh, Erica’s roommate. Though they were friends, Leigh was completely different than Erica. Leigh had no routine or schedule to speak of, which sometimes, like today, threw Erica off. With a huff, Erica turned around and went into her room where she got her notes together. When Leigh finally got out of the shower, Erica hopped in, knowing she was racing against time.
I’m not going to be late. I’m never late, Erica thought as she dressed quickly. Her skin was still damp from the shower, and she had to work a bit harder pulling her black slacks on. With no time to dry her hair, Erica rushed out to her car, her wet tresses hanging over her shoulders.
When she arrived at the university football field, practice hadn’t started yet. Erica took a seat on the bleachers, her notepad in her lap. Scanning the field, she quickly located Chase Devon. He wore a white polo shirt and a whistle around his neck. Erica watched as he chatted jovially with other coaches and a few players. It was true what everyone said, he was very young for such a distinguished position, and very handsome. He had neatly cropped black hair, a muscular build, and deep dimples when he smiled. But Erica couldn’t let herself dwell on his attractiveness. She was a journalist first, and needed to remain objective about her subject.
Chase placed the whistle between his full lips and flew it. Everyone looked his way, and then gathered around him. While Chase talked to his team, Erica wrote down her first impressions.
At first glance, Chase Devon embodies the role of a leader. He stands before his team, hands on hips, face serious, commanding them all to listen to him. He exudes confidence, and it’s easy to see why others would be compelled to follow his lead.
Chase clapped his hands once and broke the huddle. The players scattered onto the field, setting up for a play. Chase watched them intently, then blew his whistle. The ball was punted, caught by the quarterback, but before he could throw it, was swatted out of his hand by another player. Chase blew his whistle again, then marched over to the quarterback. His jovial charm disappeared when he laid into the quarterback, a young man who couldn’t be more than a sophomore. Chase’s face turned red as he yelled, and the veins in his neck protruded.
Erica watched this scene with surprise. In her short career of covering collegiate sports, she’d never seen a coach lay into a player like that during practice. When Chase was done, the quarterback nodded to himself, put his head down, and got back into position. They ran the play again, and it went much smoothly this time. The quarterback cut away from the defense, and was able to launch the ball clear across the field, where it was caught by another teammate.
Throughout the rest of practice, Chase didn’t let up. He railed into his players for mistakes large and small. To Erica’s shock, instead of getting defensive, the players took this abuse without argument. And to Chase’s credit, his players were focused and precise.
When practice was over, Erica saw Chase catch sight of her. He gave her a casual smile, then walked over. Erica scrambled to her feet.
“Ms. Collins?” Chase said, extending his hand to her. “I think we have an appointment.”
“Yes, that’s right,” Erica said, taking his hand and shaking it. His grip was strong. The sun was at his back, and Erica had to squint to see his face.
“Shall we go somewhere and talk?” Chase asked.
“Sure, lead the way,” Erica said.
Erica followed him into a nearby building, trying not to stare at the back of his perfect body. His chest and shoulders were broad, his waist trim, and had possibly the most perfect bottom Erica had ever seen. She steadied her breath, trying to get a hold of herself.
In Chase’s office, he sat behind his desk, and Erica took one of the leather armchairs in front of it. Chase removed the whistled from his neck and placed it in a drawer, then leaned forward on his elbows.
“Okay,” he said with a boyish smile. “What do you want to know?”
Erica cleared her throat, then looked down at her notes. “First of all, thank you for meeting with me.”
Chase shrugged. “When you’re a winner, you get used to the media. You’re not going to request a shirtless picture, are you?”
Erica let out a forced, choked laugh, while thinking, Shit.
“Let’s start with a few questions,” Erica said, then looked down at her notes. “Stallings hasn’t had a winning team for the last fifty years, and now they’re ranked first in the conference. What do you attribute that to?”
Erica poised her pen over her notepad, ready to jot down the stock answers coaches usually gave about how their players were able to band together, and through team work, come out on top. Chase narrowed his eyes at her and smiled, as if she’d just told a joke.
“Do you really need to ask?” Chase said.
“Yes,” Erica said, confused. The question was written right there in her notepad. Of course she had to ask.
“Let’s look at the stats, shall we?” Chase said. He leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of him on his desk. “Two years ago they started winning. And I’ve been head coach here for two years.” He spread his arms apart and cocked his head.
Erica’s first reaction was disgust. How could anyone be so cocky?
“I’m sure your players had something to do with it too,” Erica said.
“Sure,” Chad said. “They’re talented athletes, all of them. And once they started listening to me, they were on their way.”
Erica wanted to press him further, but she was starting to feel some of her journalistic integrity erode. She was aware that she was prejudging Chase, and she couldn’t let her questioning try to prove this presumption. She decided to switch gears.
“What is your coaching philosophy?” Erica asked.
“I don’t know if I’d call it a philosophy,” Chase said. “But my goal is simple, to win. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.”
“Wouldn’t you say you’re a bit hard on them at times?” Erica asked.
“You think what you saw out there was being hard on them?” Chase asked with a laugh. “This is just another example of the coddling of our generation. I’m giving those guys what they need.”
“What they need?” Erica said. “Someone in their face yelling because of a little fumble?”
Chase sat back in his chair and smiled casually. “Little fumbles lose games. And did you notice that after I yelled at them, they corrected what had caused the fumble?”
Erica gritted her teeth, not saying anything.
“What’s been forgotten in our enlightened age,” Chase continued. “Is the importance of discipline. These days, people just want to do what makes them feel good, but a little discomfort is good for the soul.”
“The soul?” Erica said, raising her eyebrow. “Do you believe in an entity like that?”
“Yes, I do,” Chase said, confidently. “I can see what you’re getting at, and yes, I’m a Christian.”
“Oh,” Erica said, slightly surprised. She was a Christian herself. “Does your faith inform your coaching methods?”
Chase paused for a long time, allowing his gaze to linger on Erica’s eyes. “My faith informs everything I do,” he said.
Erica watched the way his lips curled as he spoke. She couldn’t deny that he stirred something deep inside of her. Chase still held her gaze, and she looked away, embarrassed. Scanning her notes, she found a question she hadn’t asked yet. She cleared her throat and continued.
“What would you say drives you?”
Chase’s lips spread into a smile, and deep dimples appeared on his cheeks. “We’ve already touched on that. I know that God put me on earth to be the best I can be. That’s what drives me, each and everyday.”
Erica was silent, letting the words fall over her. She asked that question at every interview, but Chase’s words had truly touched her.
“That’s beautiful,” Erica admitted.
“You really think so?” Chase said. “Most people get uncomfortable when I talk about religion.”
“I find that too,” Erica said, quietly, then looked back down at her notes.
“What drives you?” Chase said, interrupting her concentration.
Erica smiled shyly. “This interview is about you.”
“Tell me,” Chase said. “I’d really like to know. Off the record, of course.”
Erica took a deep breath and cast her eyes to the side. “Each morning I tell myself, today’s going to be better than yesterday, and I’m going to be better too.” She brought her gaze tentatively to his face.
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