Biting her lip, she crossed the room, hobbled by her panties, and pressed her speak button on the two-way intercom. “Yes?”
“It’s me, Red.”
Her heart was suddenly in her throat. Even though she’d been expecting him, the sound of his voice sent her blood racing and made her palms sweat.
She suddenly couldn’t say another word. Not as though she just couldn’t speak, but as if she didn’t even know any other words. So, instead of answering him, she just hit the button that would allow him to enter the building. Unlocking the door was suddenly a trick for her trembling hands, but she somehow managed to accomplish it. Then, on shaky legs, she immediately returned to her corner.
Tucker entered the apartment quietly, closing and locking the door behind him. She heard him put his suitcase on the floor. He came up behind her and made an appreciative sound at having found her as he had instructed her to be when he arrived. His large, right hand cupped her bottom and his lips grazed, ever so lightly, along the hairline at the base of her neck.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hand still caressing her bottom cheek. Her face heated, feeling his unwavering gaze on her nearly naked, exposed body as she stood there, as if on display.
“I feel like an idiot, standing here like this,” she complained.
He chuckled. “Well, sugar, I didn’t exactly want you to do it, so you’d feel sexy. Being embarrassed is part of the idea. But you are beautiful, anyway. And you get brownie points for following instructions tonight.” He patted her bottom gently. “That’s good for you, sugar, ‘cause you’re going to need them.”
He took her hand then, and she expected him to lead her away to the couch or a chair or the bed even, to start talking and begin things slowly. But he didn’t. He only led her a little ways away, so she wasn’t facing the corner anymore. He placed her, still turned to the wall with her back to him, putting her palms flat on the wall. And, with one of his hands on top of both of hers, he held her there.
“Push out your bottom,” he said. She heard the sound of his belt leaving the loops of his jeans. “And keep it out for me.”
Pressing her eyes closed tightly, Becky did as he asked.
The first lash was very hard and made her cry out. The second cracked down nearly right on top of it and brought her up on her toes. The third criss-crossed the first two and made her gasp for breath. The fourth cut a line low across her sit spot and brought the first of many tears to her eyes. And the fifth stroke stung her upper thighs, burning a bright pink line across her pale, white skin.
From there, the leather licked over her skin in a frenzied dance of hot pain, snapping and writhing, searing and branding her with the marks of Tucker’s displeasure over her behavior. Becky bore the licking as best she could, trying stoically to stand still, but found increasing difficulty in doing so. By the time Tucker’s arm finally began to tire and slow down, she was ineffectively, subconsciously dodging his strokes, her feet drumming in place, as she strained hard against his hand, still pinning her hands to the wall. Her bottom hurt so badly that she was sure she’d never be able to sit – or even touch it gently – again. The skin of her backside was an angry, blotchy red. Tears lined her face and fell unchecked from her chin to plop onto the floor at her feet. And still he spanked on, even if he was delivering the smacks at a slower clip now.
“Please, Tucker, stop!” Becky pleaded, as another stripe fell across her skin.
“I didn’t get a say in when you left town for New York, or even if I got to go along with you. You don’t get a say in when this spanking ends.” These were the first words that he’d spoken to her since he’d started spanking her, and though his voice was tightly controlled, she could still hear the underlying tremble of emotion.
The way he wielded the belt, sometimes the doubled-over leather landed across both her bottom cheeks, sometimes across just one, and sometimes across her thighs. By this time, Becky’s entire lower half, from her waist to her knees was a deep, scarlet red. She ached and throbbed.
“You promised me that you would not leave me behind again.” It was the first time Becky had ever heard him sound winded when he was giving her a spanking. She didn’t know if it was from the physical demands of delivering the hard whipping or from the emotional demands of both the spanking and the second rejection of her leaving him behind.
“I know!” she keened. Another brand of fire fell and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. “God, I know. I’m so sorry!”
“What did I tell you would happen if you broke your promise, Red?”
“You…” Becky choked back a sob and swallowed hard. “You said you’d give me a whipping every day for the rest of my life.” She slanted a look over her shoulder at him and cried out, as he dealt her another very hard lash.
“Hmm, well I guess you were listening, at least, even if you decided not to keep the promise you made.” CRACK! “So, you really have no one to blame but yourself for the predicament you’re going to be in now. I did warn you. You can’t blame me.”
“So… you’re not breaking up with me?” she asked, tearfully.
Confused, Tucker stopped mid-stroke and stared at her. “What? What are you talking about? I came up here to be with you. To live here with you.” He held up a hand to ward off any questions she might start badgering him with. “And before you start with the ‘what if I don’t want to go back to Pennsylvania after this year ends?’ – we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For right now, all that matters to me is that we’re together. It doesn’t matter where. Okay?” The grim, determined expression that had been on his face from the time he’d come into the apartment had been replaced now with a smile at the way she was looking at him. “Why? Were you worried you were going to lose me, Red? I would think you might not miss certain aspects of my personality…” He gestured to the hand that still held the belt that had so recently been used to whip her bottom.
Becky smiled, looking shy. “Permission to turn around, sir?”
Tucker shrugged. “Permission granted.”
“I would miss you more than you know,” she confided softly, turning around to reach immediately up and put her arms around him, tucking her face into his neck. “And just so you know, I’ve already decided I’m coming home after this school year is out,” she whispered. Tucker hugged her tight, making her squeal at how hard he squeezed her. Then he tossed the belt aside and framed her face with both his hands, tilting it up until she had nowhere to look but at him, and then he kissed her slowly, taking his time and his pleasure with her.
“Just so you know,” he told her minutes later, when they finally came up for air, and he had picked her up and was carrying her to the bedroom, “you’re not off the hook. You’ve still got a lot of spanking coming to you. There’s the whole way you acted at the funeral left to address and the bar…”
“I know, I know,” Becky said, nibbling his ear. “But we have the rest of our lives for all that, right?”
He eyed her with good-natured suspicion. “Just so you know you’re not getting away with it all. I’m not going to forget about it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I wouldn’t ever dare to think such a thing.”
* * * *
Hours later, as they lay together in Becky’s bed, their limbs entwined, hearts beating in time, sated and secure in one another’s love, she glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“You know what you said about… you know… giving me a whipping every day for the rest of my life?”
He was grinning back. “Yeah?”
“You aren’t really going to do that, are you?”
Tucker pretended to give the matter some serious consideration. Then, he winked at her. “You do have a hair brushing coming for the way you acted at the funeral, and a switching for how you behaved at your mother’s house after the burial, and a paddling for the bar incident. But maybe just a whipping when you really, really need it. The rest of the time, a simple s
panking ought to do the trick nicely, I reckon.”
“But, every day, though?” she groused, pouting both at the punishments she’d just been informed of, and for his newest proclamation about daily spankings.
“Oh, yes, most definitely. You will see the benefits, my dear. And I promise, I’ll make it… shall we say… enjoyable… for you most of the time. How’s that?”
“Oh.” Becky smiled. “I suppose that’s okay, then.” She reached behind her and touched her tender posterior. “As long as we don’t start right now.”
He grinned. “I imagine I can give you a little reprieve. Just enjoy it while you can, because I see a lot of red in your future…”
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