by Misty Malone
She had been looking down before he asked that, and never looked up or answered. John assumed the fact she didn't answer was enough of an answer, and steered her to the couch, where he sat down and stood her in front of him. He heard her sniffle, and knew she was aware of what was going to happen.
He let her stand there several moments without saying anything, allowing her to think. Finally he asked, "Alana, what's about to happen?"
She sniffled again as she said, "You're going to spank me."
"That's right, Sweetheart, I am. What are you getting spanked for?"
"Because once again, you're right. I've been so worried about my first big job that I'm not paying enough attention to everything else. Today I left my purse at home, I hope, and then I drove all day without my license."
"Then let's get this taken care of." He pulled her down over his lap and flipped her skirt up over her back. She had the cutest little red panties on. He had to pause a moment, glad she was facedown and wouldn't see the smile on his face. They weren't exactly a thong, but awfully close to it. They sure didn't cover up much.
Shaking his head to bring his focus back to the task at hand, he said, "Okay, honey, I know you've been worried about this job, but let's talk about some of the carelessness I've seen lately." He started the spanking, and it was quite apparent she felt his hand on her bare buttocks.
He talked about some of the things she'd done in the past few days that were careless. He talked about how some of those things were potentially dangerous, and pointed out to her what could happen. She was crying, and although he was sure her bottom was getting pretty sore, he didn't think the tears were all from the pain. He could tell she hadn't realized the possible danger some of the carelessness caused.
"Owww! John, I'm sorry."
"Honey, when you get this upset, worried about a job, come and talk to me. I'm here for you. I'll help you any way I can. You probably have everything already taken care of, because you're good at what you do. You just have nervous jitters because it's your first job. Just talking to someone will probably help immensely, though, so let me help. I want you to lean on me, honey."
Alana was crying harder now, sobbing. He knew his words had gotten through to her, so he stopped the spanking and gently helped her up to sit on his lap. While she was cuddled up against him, her head lying contentedly on his shoulder, she said, "Thank you, John."
"For spanking you?"
"For calming me down. I hate to admit it, but that does calm me down when I get nervous and upset."
"I know it does, honey. I'm glad you've seen that and will admit it. I'm proud of you." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
"You're proud of me for getting so wound up and out of control that I need to be spanked?"
"No, brat," he said with a kiss to the tip of her nose. "I'm proud of you for realizing when you get that wound up a spanking helps calm you down."
"Oh," she murmured. "I'm not proud of getting so wound up, but it really does help calm me down. It's kind of weird, but it works every time."
"I think it works because you trust me to guide you when you need a little help," he said. "If you didn't know in your heart that I'm doing it to help you, it wouldn't."
She thought a minute before saying, "That makes sense. I do trust you, you know, and I know when you spank me it's for my own good. It's hard to remember that at the time," she said with a chuckle, "but afterwards I know it. And then it makes me feel special, cherished. That's a good feeling. The only bad part of it is I always seem to have a sore butt when I'm feeling so good after a spanking."
John chuckled at his little minx. He got serious, though, and said, "You've not only accepted my old-fashioned values and ideas, but you're thriving with them, honey. You have your own business that's going real well, you have a license and a car, and it seems to me you're smiling just a little bit more every day."
She snuggled up to him as she said, "I feel like I'm smiling more every day, too. And it's because of you."
"What's because of me?"
"Everything. I've never been happier. Thank you. I wish I could do something to pay you back."
John's eyes lit up. "Actually, honey, you've made me very happy, as well. But there is one thing you could do to make me happier than I ever thought I would be."
"What's that?"
John looked down and gently tilted her face up so he could look into her eyes. "Alana, I love you with all my heart. Would you please do me the honor of becoming my wife? I would like very much to spend the rest of my life loving you, protecting you, keeping you safe, and making sure you're as happy as possible. That would make me happier than I ever dreamed I could be."
Alana had tears in her eyes as she said, "You're serious? You'd like that?"
"More than anything else," he assured her.
Tears still threatened as she whispered, "I'd love it, too."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes! Yes, John, I'll marry you."
He hugged her to him as she wrapped her arms around him. After a deep, sensuous kiss he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a ring box. "I almost forgot about the ring." He opened the box and she looked at the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. In her opinion everyone today seemed to want a big rock sitting on a shiny band. Not her. She much preferred the older style ring that was more artistic and a smaller stone with a nice shape.
"Honey, this was my grandmother's ring and she and my grandfather were one of the happiest couples I've ever seen. I would love to have you wear her ring. If you prefer a newer, more modern ring we can get one of those, as well, but it would mean a lot to me if you would wear her ring on one of your fingers."
"John, this ring is beautiful. It's much nicer than a new one, and this one has such history. It means a lot to me that you trust me with her ring."
"Honey, you trust me with so very much, and that's a big responsibility that I take very seriously. You trust me to protect you and our relationship and to keep you safe and happy. And I intend to do just that for the rest of our lives."
She cuddled up against him, more content and happier than she'd ever been.
Misty Malone
Misty has dreamed of writing romance novels where handsome men are willing to take the young ladies they love in hand. She's following that dream now. She and her husband and their son live in the Midwest.
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