As always, he started by rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks while he lectured her on her wrongdoings. This lecture was full of how important it was to be able to discuss differences, without letting anger and frustration get the best of you.
“Do you understand what I’m saying, Miss Mouthy girl?”
She thought that was a good sign, him calling her Miss Mouthy girl. It gave her hope that it wasn’t going to be too horrible a punishment even though she supposed she deserved it after the things she had said.
She answered with, “Mmm…hmm.”
A sharp slap landed on her right cheek, followed immediately by another one to her left cheek before he said, “Want to try that one more time?”
Shit!
“Yes sir, I understand.”
The warm-up began the same as always. RJ started light and slowly worked his way into heavier, sharper, more painful spanks. He worked his way from the top of her cheeks down to the top of her thighs. By the time the warm-up was finished, she couldn’t keep some of her groans from escaping.
It was a longer than usual warm-up. By now he should have moved on to the hairbrush or the paddle. The fact that he didn’t, pretty much killed her hopes that he wasn’t going to be too hard on her. She knew when he stopped and gently squeezed each cheek he was going to move on to the next phase. But he surprised her.
“Get up,” RJ’s voice was hard, harder than usual even for a punishment spanking.
With his help, she stood up and looked questioningly at him. He didn’t say anything, just led her to the back of the straight-backed chair that she hadn’t noticed before. He must’ve brought it in with him while she was still in the corner. There was a soft blanket draped over the hard top edge of the back of the chair.
“Bend over the blanket, and put your hands on the seat of the chair.”
“Why?” Her voice was little more than a whisper. This was something new, and she didn’t know what to expect.
“Because I said so. Because I’m going to finish your spanking in this position.”
Oh God, he must be really planning to wallop my ass. But she did as he asked, mostly because she really did feel bad about the way she had spoken to him.
Her hair was loose and he gathered it together at the nape of her neck and then slid his hand down about halfway allowing him to keep his grip on her hair while at the same time helping her maintain her position. She wondered if he thought she was going to need help staying in this position.
She could feel him reach across her back to the dresser and she turned her head to see what he was doing. She saw his hand grasp his doubled over belt by the buckle and the butterflies in her belly went wild. Insanely wild.
“Are you going to use the belt on me? Whip me?” Her voice was just a notch up from a whisper and she thought she sounded a little too excited about the prospect. Then again, when she felt the hot molten liquid from her pussy drip slowly down her inner thigh, she couldn’t really expect anything less than excitement in her voice.
She felt the cool leather rest on her already heated backside and an electric shock zipped up her inner thighs, straight to her pussy and clit.
“I am,” he answered firmly. “I don’t ever want you to speak to me the way you did again and I want to be sure the message gets across to you.”
Kelly had never told him about the craving she’d had to have him spank her with his belt. Ever since she’d spent the afternoon at the pool with several of the other women where they had discussed various implements, the belt had been on her mind. She’d been too embarrassed, even ashamed, to tell him that she craved it. That after hearing the other women talk about how delicious the sting of a leather belt was, she’d been hot to try it. She’d been trying to think of a way to bring it up to him, but always those feelings of embarrassment welled up inside her and she kept her mouth shut.
Now here she was, bent over the back of a chair, her ass naked and in position for punishment, waiting for what she could only hope was truly as delicious a spanking as some of the women had said.
A mixture of excitement and fear roiled low in her belly when she felt the cool leather lift up from her skin. Barely a second later, she heard the crack of it land on her ass before she felt the hot stripe blooming across the width of her butt.
“Oh…oh.” She couldn’t help the sound that escaped and hoped RJ thought it was one of distress and not the excitement that it really was. The word ‘delicious’ didn’t quite do the feeling justice. It stung, but was immediately followed by a heat that spread straight to her pussy.
Three more stripes landed, and for a second she thought she just might come right there, while bent over the chair. It almost made her giggle when she thought of what RJ’s reaction would be if she had a mind blowing orgasm right there as he was punishing her with his belt.
Her lips were caught between her teeth as she tried not to let any sound escape that might give away the fact that this belt whipping was more pleasurable than RJ intended. But then the fourth blow landed and there was nothing pleasurable about it.
Her mouth opened and she howled in true distress when the streak of fire erupted across her ass. It was followed by two more, each one eliciting another howl. She tried to tuck her head down and hunch her shoulders, but RJ’s hold on her hair made her keep her head higher than she wanted. The next blow landed on her upper thighs and she howled again while her legs took turns kicking upwards.
How many more times is he going to whip me?
One right after the other, another blow landed across the top of her thighs and then one final strike on her ass. That one felt as if it was directly on top of a previous one and she couldn’t help but howl again. She was breathing hard when she heard him toss the belt back on the dresser, giving her a feeling of great relief.
RJ released her hair and scooped his arm under her chest, helping her stand up. He rubbed her flaming ass gently and said, “Back in the corner.”
She looked at him in disbelief, furiously blinked away the tears in her eyes, and asked, “Back in the corner? Why?”
“Because I am your HoH. Because I decide what the punishment will be. Because I said so. Now get in the corner or you can go over the back of the chair again for more of the belt.”
She bit her lip, but didn’t say anything else. She went to the corner, too sore and too tired to even be mad. And there was her friend, the L-shaped flaw. A tiny tear tried to escape but she blinked it back. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like it one fucking bit. And she hated that her pussy was soaking wet and her juices were slowly running down her inner thighs.
Not even a minute passed before he called her back. When she turned around, she saw him standing there with his arms out and she ran into them, burying her face in his neck. He gently guided her to the bed and tucked her in before stripping off his T-shirt and boxers to join her.
She hated that it felt so good to be held by him after being punished. He gently rubbed her sore rear end and rocked her against his chest. Oh, who was she kidding? She loved how good it felt to be in his arms.
“Everything is okay, you’re all right. I love you,” he said as he kissed the only place his lips could reach, the top of her head.
Kelly wasn’t sure if she imagined those last three words or if RJ had really uttered them. Chalking it up to wishful thinking, she simply whispered into his chest, “I really am sorry, you know.”
“I know, but it’s all over now. Do you want me to rub some lotion on your bottom?”
She shook her head and said, “No, I want you to love me.”
“I do, baby. I love you so much.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead, the corner of her eye, her cheek, and finally took her mouth in a searing kiss.
He said it again! I didn’t imagine it, he said ‘I love you’ twice!
When he released her mouth, her voice was hoarse when she said, “God, RJ…I love you too. Fuck me, please fuck me. Fuck me right now. I’m so fucking wet and horny and I w
ant you inside me. Now. I love you too. I love you.”
She landed little wet kisses everywhere she could reach.
“Getting a little demanding, are we?” He gave a chuckle and threw off the bedsheets for easier access to her luscious body.
Chapter 7
By the end of September, Kelly had a second toothbrush in her bathroom for the nights RJ stayed over. His bathroom had a spare toothbrush for the nights she stayed over at his place. They had each emptied a drawer and given up a little closet space so the other could have a few changes of clothes no matter whose home they spent the night in. They spent every moment they could together and it still wasn’t enough.
RJ’s long shifts meant they saw each other at best a few times a week. Sometimes less. He often worked weekends when Kelly was off. Kelly missed him intensely after a few days. The heat and desire to be with him grew with every day they were apart. By the time he was off for a day or two, she was at a fever pitch and ready to jump his bones and spend forever in bed making love with him.
For the first time in her life she was in love. Really in love. She couldn’t imagine life without him. Which she felt was saying a lot about the whole love thing. Before RJ, she hadn’t been sure real love existed. Sometimes she thought people just convinced themselves to believe they were in love. It was how society raised children. Grow up, fall in love, get married, have kids. Even though more women than ever had careers and had children later in life, the main goal was to fall in love and get married so you could live happily ever after.
She was not by nature a submissive woman. She didn’t want to be submissive, had no desire to have a list of rules and tasks to follow. This was the biggest issue between her and RJ.
He wanted her to be more submissive. So far they were still working on it. She thought if it wasn’t for the fact they were so in love, they would have both given up on their relationship. Every relationship she’d had in her adult life had ended because her own dominant traits took over to the point where she was walking all over the man.
Kelly told herself she couldn’t help it. With Jack as her dad and Brent as her uncle, some of that take charge attitude had to be inherited. No one ever tried to stop her from taking over, so her tendency to see what needed to be done and make it happen grew. Still, something inside her craved for a man to take charge of her. No man had ever made her even feel like he could. Until RJ.
That their time spent together was limited due to RJ’s job helped Kelly deal with the domestic discipline side of their relationship. It was much easier for her to comply with RJ’s few rules when an entire week often went by without seeing him. By the time they were together again, she didn’t mind, even welcomed, being submissive to him.
RJ made her want to please him. And it was confusing as all hell because she did not want to yield to any dominance unless it was in the bedroom. So far she had agreed to only the original three rules. Honesty and respect were no-brainers and things that any couple should practice if they wanted their relationship to work. She had no problem with either of them.
But the respect thing sometimes got her in a little trouble because her mouth would get carried away and she’d blurt out some sarcastic remark before thinking. One time she called him a jerk and he didn’t say a word; he just pulled her over his knee, lifted her skirt, and spanked her ass until she begged him to stop and promised to not be a bad girl.
The thought of that made her laugh. Ever since she’d protested when he’d called her a ‘good girl,’ they’d made a game out of what he could call her. At first, he started calling her ‘bad girl,’ or asking ‘how’s my bad girl today?”
The first time he did that, she’d asked, “Why am I a bad girl?”
“You don’t want to be called a good girl, so I thought you must prefer being a bad girl.” His voice had been playful and she laughed.
“Hey, when I’m a bad girl, you’ll know it.”
From there it had progressed to other things. ‘My Miss Mouthy’ was a favorite of his but sometimes it was ‘my smart-mouth girl.’
She still didn’t know what his initials stood for. In the afterglow of lovemaking, she played a game trying to find out. She’d say two names that came to mind.
“Richard Jacob.”
“Nope.”
“Is one of them right?”
“Nope.”
“You wouldn’t lie about it, would you? That wouldn’t be honest.”
“Nope, I wouldn’t lie, but you’re not going to guess.”
She’d sigh, tug on a few chest hairs that curled around his nipple and then try another name.
“Reginald Jared.”
“Nope. And we’re done with the name game for tonight.”
RJ had left for his next shift and she wouldn’t see him again until the end of the week. She dialed Char’s phone number and when Char picked up, she said, “Hey, it’s Kelly. Can we get a bite to eat or something today? I need to talk to you.”
“Sure, do you want to just come over here tonight? Brent’s gonna go to his man cave and I’ll be alone here except for the kids. We can stick them in the playroom. Kayla loves watching her little brother; it makes her feel like such a big girl. Will that work?”
“That’d be great. Thanks, Char.”
“No problem, we haven’t seen you for a while, I’m looking forward to it.”
That evening they sat at Char’s kitchen table while Kayla kept her little brother occupied in the play room.
“So what’s up, Kel? Are you having trouble with RJ? Do I need to have Brent go and beat him up for you?”
Kelly laughed and said, “No, nothing like that. It’s really going very well with RJ. I’m just all mixed up inside about this submissive thing. I’m not submissive, but at the same time I want a man that isn’t going to let me walk all over him. I want him to be in charge but I don’t like being told what to do. How do you handle it?”
“I know exactly what you mean. We’re strong, capable women and it’s difficult for us to submit. For myself, I try not to think of it as submission. Thankfully Brent and I don’t have a whole lot of rules other than the basic no lying, respect, and safety stuff. But I do tend to take on more than I should and get a little stressed and out of control. And then Brent steps in and does what he needs to do to get me back to normal. So tell me what you’re having trouble with.”
“He put me in the corner and I didn’t like it. I didn’t say anything, I just did what he wanted because he said it would only be a few minutes. And it was. I doubt I was in that corner for more than three minutes. But I hated it.”
“Don’t I know it!” Char exclaimed. “There’s nothing I hate more than Brent telling me to go stand in the corner. I still don’t get what good it does. He says it gives me a chance to think about things and helps me figure out how not to do whatever it was that got me stuck in the corner. I’m not so sure. But three minutes? That’s a piece of cake compared to the thirty minutes he gives me sometimes.”
“No way,” Kelly said. “Thirty minutes? I’d tell RJ to go take a long walk on a short pier.”
“And I bet that’d get your backside walloped real hard.”
Kelly laughed and said, “Yeah, probably. But Char, the corner isn’t the biggest thing.”
“Well, don’t make me guess! Tell me what it is.”
“It’s a little embarrassing. After the corner, he told me to come over to him and get over his lap.” Kelly blushed bright pink.
“Oh, stop blushing. This is Corbin’s Bend. Practically every female here has been over a lap. So what happened that was so bad?”
“When I got…when I…once I was over his lap, he called me ‘good girl.’ Good girl? What am I? His pet dog? It just rubbed me the wrong way and I half turned around—as much as I could in that position—and told him not to call me that.”
Kelly paused, trying to read Char’s reaction, but couldn’t tell what the other woman was thinking. Finally Char spoke.
“Well, don’
t keep me waiting! What did RJ do?”
“Nothing, he just let it go and reminded me that I hadn’t answered his question about what I thought about while standing in the stupid corner.”
“That’s good. It’s good he didn’t push it, that he accepted it wasn’t something that you like. But you should be aware that a lot of women love being called ‘good girl,’ and we have a few couples that do the Daddy/little thing. Are you familiar with that?”
“Not really, though I have read a little bit about it. I don’t really understand it. Whatever works for them, that’s fine. But it just rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe I overreacted.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it in any other way other than as praise. You did something he asked you to and he praised you by calling you ‘good girl.’ It’s a complement. But if you don’t care for it, that’s okay too. This whole lifestyle, dynamic, whatever you want to call it—is supposed to be based on what works for you two. It doesn’t matter what anybody else does, only that what you do works for you.”
“I guess you’re right. Hell, I know you’re right,” Kelly said. She still had mixed feelings and was pretty sure that she’d never be okay with him calling her ‘good girl’ as though she were Lassie. Whenever she heard that term, images from that old television show popped into her head with little Timmy petting and telling his dog what a good girl she was.
“What else is bothering you, Kelly?”
Kelly laughed and asked, “Am I that easy to read?”
“Not at all, but you are a Carmichael and I’ve been hanging with the Carmichaels for several years now. You all get the same look when you’re trying to work out something.”
“I guess the problem is that I am a Carmichael. And like my dad and Brent, I have a little bit—okay more than a little bit—of a dominant trait myself. Sometimes I want to be in charge. I want to tell RJ what to do. And when I tell him what to do, I want him to get up and do it.”
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