by Alta Hensley
“Neely, when we get home, you’re going to pay for this,” Caine teased breathlessly.
“Mmmm… promise,” I murmured, my lips still wrapped around his pulsating cock.
His moans and quickened breaths were like a drug to me. I loved the powerful rush I got from giving him so much pleasure. Something about Caine made the animal come out of me. I had never been so aggressive or forward. Never had I wanted to give someone pleasure as I longed to do for Caine. The erotic feelings Caine set free within me were all-consuming. I lusted, I craved, I desired like I had never before. My pussy yearned for his cock, and my body melted by his touch. Feeling Caine’s cock buried deep inside me made me, for the first time, feel whole, complete.
Chapter Twenty
I was up early this morning, edgy and feeling out of sorts. Cleaning the kitchen seemed to help, but I couldn’t help but feel stressed about the party tonight. There was still so much to do in getting ready. I liked the idea of having a party when Caine mentioned it before, but now I just felt overwhelmed. It would have been easier to just call everyone. Throwing big parties wasn’t my idea of fun, and I still hadn’t mentioned to Caine that I didn’t want a big wedding. The engagement party was enough for me. Going to the courthouse to have a judge declare Caine and I as husband and wife seemed perfect to me, but I wasn’t sure what Caine wanted.
My hands were submerged in a soapy sink when I felt Caine walk up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. He lightly kissed my neck and snuggled up close.
“Good morning, Neely girl. Why are you up so early?” Caine asked as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulder.
Normally I would have loved having him be so affectionate, but right now, it only irritated me more. I shrugged him away, escaping his loving kisses.
Caine pulled away. “What’s wrong?”
I walked over to the stove and grabbed the burners to put in the soapy sink. “Nothing, we just have a lot to do to get ready for the party.” I snapped.
Caine reached around me and pulled the drain to the sink, and turned on the water to rinse my hands.
“No we don’t. I have the cleaning lady coming in an hour to get the house ready for our guests. You don’t need to do a thing,” Caine replied calmly.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Fine,” I blurted. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Caine blocked my way of escape and placed his hands on each side of my arms. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“I’m just feeling stressed. I’m not a big fan of parties and being the center of attention,” I admitted.
Caine kissed me gently on the lips. “Relax baby. Everything is taken care of from this point on. The only thing you have to do is show up,” Caine reassured.
I nodded. “I just need to shower and try to fix my mood I guess.”
“Well this may not be the best time to tell you, but Travis and Sara are coming over for breakfast so we can all talk,” Caine said sheepishly.
“What! No way! I have no desire to see that little bitch again!” I screamed.
Caine’s expression grew angry. “Neely, watch your mouth,” Caine warned. “I know you don’t want to see Sara, and frankly, neither do I. But Travis is a friend of mine, and I want him at the party which means Sara will be there too. I would rather we try to fix this situation so we don’t have a scene at the party,” Caine explained calmly.
“Have you forgotten that the fucking loon attacked me?” I shouted. “Now you want me to play nice! No fucking way!”
Caine’s brown eyes darkened. “Neely enough!” he demanded. “Stop cussing now and calm down!”
“Fuck you! I’m not going to calm down!” I blurted.
The minute the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted saying them. I had never said something so harsh to Caine before. I should have stopped and begged for forgiveness, but my boiling point had gone too far over. I was furious and couldn’t stop.
“Fuck Sara, and fuck Travis! If you want to meet with them, then be my guest! But it will be a cold day in hell before I give that cunt the time of day!” I screamed.
I turned around and marched out of the room. I continued on to the bedroom and slammed the door as hard as I could behind me.
Seconds later Caine stormed into the room. His brow was furrowed, and his jaw was tightly set. I could see he was furious. Yet he still managed to stay calm and collected.
“Neely, what in the hell has gotten in to you?” Caine asked.
I crossed my arms and turned my back to him as my reply. I didn’t know what had gotten into me. I was pissed, I was angry, and I couldn’t control my temper. If Caine kept pushing the conversation, I may very well say more things that I would regret.
“Answer me!” Caine demanded in a firmer tone than before.
I refused to look at him. “Just leave me the fuck alone,” I shouted.
“That’s it!” Caine barked.
He grabbed my arm and swung me around. He pulled me over to the side of the bed and pushed me over his lap. The movement was so fast that I didn’t know what was going on until I was splayed over Caine’s lap and staring at the floor. He was going to spank me! But unlike all the times before, I in no way was going to just submit. I was furious!
“Let me go, Caine!” I screamed as I tried to force my way off his lap.
“No Neely. I have tried to be patient with your bad mood, but you have taken it too far!” Caine stated firmly.
He yanked down my shorts and panties in one quick move. My kicking and squirming were no match to his strength.
“Fuck you! Let go of me right now!” I screamed.
Caine responded to my statement by giving me ten rapid and hard swats to my bare bottom. I screamed and fought during each spank, desperately trying to escape. My focus was on my anger, and I could hardly feel the spanking. After the tenth spank, Caine finally spoke.
“Stop it right now Neely! Or by God your ass is going to be sore for the next week!” Caine commanded.
He captured my legs under his leg and had my hands held behind my back. No matter how much I tried to fight the spanking, I soon realized I was at his mercy. He spanked another ten rapid swats to my reddening ass, before I finally stopped my explosion.
Caine stopped spanking. “Are you done with your tantrum?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I squeaked.
Caine kept me in the position over his knee. “There is no way I am ever going to let you talk to me like that! You will never swear at me again! Do you understand?” Caine commanded.
I nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry,” I half heartedly apologized.
Caine swept his finger down to my surprisingly wet pussy. He stroked it a few times along the edge of my swollen lips collecting the signs of my arousal. The funny thing was I wasn’t aroused. I was still edgy, and I just wanted off Caine’s lap as soon as possible. I would apologize if it meant having him stop and leave me alone.
“I don’t think you are.” Caine replied. “But after I give you the hardest spanking of your life, you will be.”
He moved his finger from my pussy and pressed it to my anus. I usually loved having his finger touch such an intimate place. I relished in the submissive feelings it gave me. But right now, I wanted him to stop immediately.
“Caine, I said I’m sorry. You spanked me. Now will you please let me up,” I snapped.
Caine’s response was shoving his finger past my tight ring. I gasped at the invasion and tried to wiggle him loose. Caine only pushed deeper, lodging his finger deep inside. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I was helpless against the flood of submission washing over me. My anger, frustration and irritation were quickly dissolved.
“Caine,” I cried. The tears began to form.
“I love you, baby,” Caine soothed, as he pumped his finger in and out of my tight back entrance. “But I can’t ever let you get away with acting like that. I told you at the beginning I would never allow you to treat or speak to me poorly, and I meant it
.”
He removed his finger and continued on with the spanking. Now that my anger had subsided, I became quite aware of the fire on my backside. His spanks were harder than ever before. Each spank felt like a lash from a whip. With each blow, my breath left my body. I desperately wanted him to stop.
“Please, Caine,” I gasped. “It hurts!”
Caine continued to spank with even more force. “I’m going to make sure you NEVER talk to me that way again!” Caine said between clenched teeth.
I tried to move my bottom from the fury of his hand but failed miserably. “I’m sorry, Caine. I’ll never speak to you like that again!” I promised.
Caine landed another ten swats before finally stopping. I could barely breathe and was grateful the spanking had concluded.
“Stand up,” Caine directed.
I stood up as he asked, feeling ashamed of my behavior. I couldn’t look at Caine. I didn’t want to see his anger or his disappointment. I stared at the ground aware of my shorts and panties around my ankles. My bottom hurt more than ever before.
“Get undressed,” Caine ordered in a firm voice.
I looked at him for the first time confused. Why did he want me to get undressed?
“Why?” I asked.
“That just earned you five more swats on top of the spanking you’re still going to get,” Caine informed.
I was still going to get spanked some more? My ass was on fire! It was the hardest spanking I ever received, and he still wasn’t done! One look at Caine’s expression confirmed my fear. And by the look in his eyes, I knew I better strip down naked or he wouldn’t hesitate adding even more. I quickly removed my clothing and stood nude before him.
Caine’s expression grew softer, obviously happy that I was no longer putting up a fight.
“Good girl. Now go over to our bedside drawer and bring me the paddle,” He calmly ordered.
I had only been spanked with the paddle once before… for swearing. I should have known that Caine would stay consistent. I walked over and retrieved the paddle. I could feel Caine’s gaze as I complied with his order. I slowly handed the paddle to him.
Caine grabbed my hand and slowly lowered me on to his lap. He took a few moments and rubbed my reddened bottom. I softly moaned in relief as I desperately needed a loving touch from him..
Caine took a deep breath. “This spanking is going to hurt. But you deserve every paddle I give you. I am going to make sure that the next time you talk like that, you will know without a doubt what type of punishment you’ll receive!”
He lowered the paddle to my already sensitive ass. The thud feeling, mixed with the sting, brought fresh tears to my eyes. He continued to raise and lower the paddle on my punished cheeks.
I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop, but I also knew I needed this. I needed him to hold me accountable. The way I spoke to him was unforgivable. It reminded me of the person I was in my last marriage. I lost control. I needed Caine to help me with my temper and crazed attitude. I knew I was wrong. I knew I was acting like a bitch. I just couldn’t stop myself once the vicious cycle began.
Each spank of the paddle chipped away at my horrible mood. I began to feel the stress and the pressure leave my body as the pain intensified. I no longer focused on my temper but allowed the spanking to calm me. Mentally I was strong once more. I felt composed and set straight again. I was being taken in hand by my breathtaking man, my strict, but loving fiancé.
Caine spanked me five more times harder than ever before, as if guaranteeing I would never forget this spanking. After the fifth swat, he quickly pulled me into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace. “It’s all over baby,” he soothed.
I snuggled my body closer to his needing his strength wrapped around me. “I’m sorry, Caine,” I sniffled.
Caine stroked my hair and stroked my back tenderly. “I had to really punish you this time. That was the hardest and longest spanking you’ve received.” Caine kissed my forehead. “I want it to be clear that if those words ever leave your mouth again, you’ll get a spanking like this one. Have I made myself clear?”
I nodded against his shoulder. “Yes. You made it very clear. I won’t ever let it happen again,” I promised.
He softly placed his palm on my throbbing bottom. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good. Let it remind you of how you are to behave when Sara and Travis get here,” Caine firmly stated.
I tensed in his arms. I still didn’t want to see Sara. I didn’t want to have to behave. What I really wanted to do was knock out her teeth.
Caine gave a gentle swat causing fire to ripple across my hot red ass. I gasped in response very aware of how sensitive my backside was.
“Neely, I am asking you to put your hatred aside and be the bigger person,” Caine said. “But if you refuse to do as I ask, be assured I will bring you back to this room and spank your ass again. Regardless of how sore you are.”
“But Caine, I didn’t start this,” I pouted.
Caine sighed. “No you didn’t. But you need to look past Sara’s outward show and realize that she has a lot of issues she needs to work through. She has insecurities and a troubled past.” He repositioned me so I was looking into his eyes. “I ask that you try to forgive her for me. Or at the very least, be civil.”
Caine brushed the wild pieces of hair away from my face lovingly. His firm features were replaced with softness. He was so extremely handsome. He could ask for anything right now, and I would do it. I loved him so much, and he rarely asked from me.
I smiled. “All right, I will for you.”
Caine pressed his lips to mine. “Thank you, Neely.”
Caine softly stood me up and hugged me tightly. I desperately wanted to rip off his clothes and feel his cock push deep inside. But I knew I needed to get presentable for our morning guests.
“I love you, Caine.”
“I love you, too, Neely girl. Hurry up and get ready. They should be here soon,” he softly directed. “We don’t want them to know you just got a spanking of a lifetime do we?” Caine teased.
Chapter Twenty One
Caine and I were finishing putting fruit and bagels on the table when the doorbell rang. I instantly tensed preparing myself for the worst.
Caine placed his hand gingerly on my butt causing me to gasp. “I mean it Neely. If you cause a scene, I’ll take you in the bedroom and spank you again. Regardless if they’re here,” Caine warned.
I was shocked to hear that Caine would spank me, allowing Travis and Sara to hear. A shiver went through me all the way to my clenching pussy. His masculine voice and his dominant warning made me want to fuck him at this very moment. But I did not want another spanking. Sitting down was going to be quite the challenge as it was.
“I’ll be good,” I promised. How, I wasn’t exactly sure.
Caine went to open the door and escorted them into the kitchen. Sara was stunning as always. Her soft brown hair cascaded down her back, and she was wearing a tight pink spring dress, accentuating her luscious breasts. I hated how normal and average I felt compared to her. This was going to be harder than I thought.
I settled my gaze on to Travis who was also stunning. During the fight, I was too stunned to really pay attention to how he looked. Much like Caine, he carried a sense of authority about him. His sandy blonde hair was cut short, allowing his strong jaw line to stand out. Through is tight grey shirt I could see his muscles bulging against the thin fabric. I had to hand it to her. Sara definitely had good taste when it came to men.
“Please, everyone have a seat,” Caine suggested.
Everyone made their way to the table. I noticed that as Sara went to sit down, she eased her way and grimaced when her bottom made contact with the chair. I, too, was gradually lowering in fear of anything touching my still scorching behind. As my bottom made contact, I almost jumped up to relieve the pain. My ass hurt like crazy!
Both T
ravis and Caine gave each other a knowing look. They both had made sure their women were going to be ‘reminded’ during the breakfast to behave. I glanced at Sara who was also glimpsing in my direction. Our eyes made contact, and it almost seemed that we shared a sort of understanding. It was as if the fact that we both had just been spanked thoroughly bonded us in a bizarre way. We allowed the quick moment but both quickly looked away.
Travis was the first to speak. “Thank you both for having us over.”
Caine started to pass around the breakfast. “Thank you both for coming. We have some things we need to iron out,” he stated firmly.
“I agree,” Travis added. “Sara has something she would like to say to Neely. Am I right, Sara?”
Sara looked down for a few moments, clearly drumming up the courage to speak. “Neely, I shouldn’t have attacked you at the party. I’m not a violent person, and I have no idea what got into me.” She took a deep breath looking at me squarely for the first time. “I want you to know that I would never lay a hand on you again.”
It wasn’t exactly an apology, but at least I knew that the next time I saw her, I wouldn’t need to prepare for battle. It was interesting to see that she didn’t smile, or add any fake syrupy charm. She didn’t want my forgiveness it seemed but rather was just letting me know she wouldn’t attack me again. I didn’t know how to feel exactly.
“I won’t call you a needy, crazy psychopath again,” I added.
Caine cleared his throat. It was obviously a warning to me that my answer was not sufficient enough. I knew it wasn’t exactly what Caine had in mind as an appropriate response. But it was clear from Sara’s comment and clear from mine, that we would be civil because we had to, not because we wanted to.
Travis laughed loud. “Well obviously, Caine, our women have no desire to form any sort of friendship. But I think they can both be in a room together,” Travis concluded.
Caine smiled. He looked at Sara and then he looked at me. “I guess that’s all we can ask for.” Caine looked solemnly at Sara. “Sara I owe you an apology. I casted you aside without any thought of your feelings. It’s something I have done my entire life. I was wrong, I was cruel, and I was inconsiderate of your heart. I’m sorry,” Caine apologized.