“No, not really.” She smiled with her admission.
“Hmm.” He nodded. “Do you think you will next time?”
Alarm bells should have rung. “Uh, maybe. Probably. I don’t know, this is all new for me.”
“I know.” Again, he nodded. “So, here’s that teaching moment I was talking about.” He pushed off the counter, and grabbed her by the elbow. Walking her toward her bedroom, he didn’t let up when she started to squirm.
“What?”
Once in the bedroom, he pointed to the corner. “You lied, last night and today. You didn’t even consider telling me the truth. And you hid your concerns from me. Which do you think was the more wrong thing to do?” His hands planted on his hips, and his eyes narrowed in on her.
None of it sounded good. “I don’t know.”
“That’s because it’s all the same kind of bad. Bad girls lie. Bad girls hide. What else do bad girls do, Jade? Can you tell me?”
She swallowed. The moisture in her panties betrayed the nervous shaking of her hands. “Uh, they…” Ugh, she couldn’t say it, but he looked too willing to wait her out. “They get punished?”
“Damn right they do.” He unbuttoned his cuffs and went about folding his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. She could have run, should have at least given the idea a few seconds of thought, but she didn’t. She stood in front of him as he finished rolling up his sleeves and sitting on the foot of her bed.
“Now, off with those jeans and panties, and not just down around your knees, all the way off.”
She stared at him, confused, aroused, and scared all at the same time. Not sure which to deal with first, she looked to him for direction. He’d know what to do, surely.
Chapter 4
The woman stood frozen in her bedroom, her hands stuck to the button of her jeans. Fuck, he loved her in jeans. They showed every curve and accentuated her waist, no matter which pair she wore. He’d seen her in yoga pants, sweatpants, her scrubs, but it was her jeans he loved most.
After several moments passed with no movement from her, he took pity on her. “Jade, your pants, take them down, then your panties. Then I want you to come over here, lie across my lap.”
“Why?” A whispered question so ridiculous, it could only come from someone near panic. Just like at the club, although there were no tears this time. He could all but hear her heart hammering away in her chest, her eyes wide and searching while her face emptied of most of its color.
“Because you were a bad girl, and I’m going to spank you now.” He wouldn’t touch her yet, but he’d comfort her all she needed after her punishment. But first, he had to get her to accept the punishment.
“I-I’m sorry I lied.” The button slipped through the hole and she yanked down her zipper.
“I know.” He watched her fingers work as they disappeared into her jeans, pushing down both her pants and panties at the same time until they were bunched at her ankles. Although he’d seen it dozens of times before, her undressing in this manner, this time seemed surreal.
She kicked the bundle of panties and jeans to the side. “I don’t think you need to spank me.” Her chin rose an inch, but her eyes remained downcast. She may believe she didn’t need it, but she did. And so did he.
“Come here and lie over my lap.” A soft pink brushed across her cheeks and the very tip of her nose. “I’ve seen your pussy, Jade. I had my fingers all in it the other night. Now I want to see your ass; I want to get a good look at it before I mark it with my hand.”
Her eyes shot up to meet his. She swallowed, but her feet slid across the floor. Her toes never left the ground, she just glided over to him and slowly laid over his lap.
Not a second of her movement did he miss. So gentle and so innocent, yet from the moisture he could already see gathered between her legs, he doubted she was thinking innocent thoughts.
He took a long moment to inspect the woman over his knee. Her shirt hid most of her torso, but her waist, her rounded buttocks and her thighs were all displayed for him. He slid his hand between her thighs, pushing them open to give him better access, and ran his fingers through her already wet folds. His fingers stroked up to her clit, and her legs widened more, her moan filled the room.
Pulling away, he couldn’t help but smile over her exhaled frustration. “Not yet, Jade. You were naughty and naughty girls sure as fuck don’t get to come over my lap before they’ve had their spanking. Now lie still while I look at what’s mine.”
With both hands, he stretched her ass cheeks apart, showing off her tight little puckered back hole and her wet pussy. “Your pussy is already all wet for me.” He dipped one finger into her warm pussy, feeling the tightness of her passage and nearly losing his resolve to wait for sex until after they talked. “But, you were bad.” He pulled his hand out and gave her one harsh slap on the upturn of her ass.
She yelped, but more from the surprise of it. Her thighs snapped shut, but he tsked at her, shoving them back apart. “I like this way better. Then I can see you better, and you can’t tighten up this ass of yours.” He patted her cheeks, delighting in the gentle wiggle of each cheek. Sinking his teeth into that ass moved to the top of his bucket list.
“Garrick.”
“Are you whining? Seriously?” He couldn’t keep the chuckle from his voice. “I see you aren’t taking this seriously. That’s my fault. Let me explain the way this works. I’m going to spank you, you’re going to take it, and when I believe you’ve learned your lesson, and only then, will I stop and let you up. There will be no whining, no begging, and sure as hell no hitting, kicking, or cursing. Got it?” He rested his palm on the curve of her cheeks.
“Yes, I got it.”
He looked down at the back of her head. Her face was pressed into the mattress of her bed, her hands gripping the bedding in front of her. “Okay then.” He gave her one light pat before he laid into her.
With a dozen strokes she started to wiggle on his lap, a few more and she really squirmed. He’d began light, not wanting to go full force with her, but by the time she was kicking her legs, he’d progressed to spreading the smacks all around her round backside, not missing an inch, and intensifying each stroke.
“You don’t hide from me. You have to tell me what’s in your head or this will never work. And you sure as hell don’t lie. If you don’t want to talk about something…” He paused for a moment, resting his hot palm over her just as warm ass. “If you don’t want to talk, you can tell me that. I won’t push – not at that moment. But you will talk to me.” When his breath returned to normal, he began spanking her again, spreading the spanks down her thighs.
Her feet kicked up, she screeched and began to struggle against him. Easily rectified. He threw one leg over both of hers, leaving her immobile over his knee.
“Dammit!” she yelled and struggled some more.
He pinched her reddening ass. “I said no swearing. That’s your only warning.”
“It hurts, Garrick! So bad!” She pushed upward, tried twisting, but nothing worked. He wouldn’t let her up until he finished. And from her attitude, they were far from done.
“It’s not supposed to tickle.” He laughed and continued to pepper her ass. His hand hurt, and he contemplated taking off his belt, or grabbing a hairbrush, but even through the numbing burn he could feel her skin, feel her tremble when he touched her, and he didn’t want any implement that would take that away from him.
“Oh!” She wiggled a little more, until she accepted she wasn’t going anywhere.
“If you lie, you get spanked. If you hide your worries, you get spanked. If you disobey me, you get spanked. Are you getting the pattern, Jade?”
Her sob broke through the sounds of the spanking, and he paused his hand. Her shoulders shook, and her body trembled as he ran his fingertips over her crimson cheeks. He’d spanked longer than he’d intended, but she’d been more stubborn than he’d thought she would be.
“Yes, Garrick, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He
ran his left hand over her back, soothing her and letting her cry without interrupting her. “I was scared, so scared.”
He pulled her up, swinging her into his lap, and completely ignoring the wince of pain on her face when her ass brushed against his pants. “Scared of what? Me?”
She wiped the palms of her hands over her face and shook her head. “No, not of you, I mean, not like you mean.” More fat tears rolled down her cheeks. He hated them. The tears he liked were ones mingled with pleasure, these were full of regret and remorse.
“How do you mean?”
“I was scared that I blew it, we blew it, that we’d messed everything up.”
His shoulders relaxed, and he pulled her to his chest, resting his chin on her head. “We didn’t mess anything up. We’re making things better, the way they are supposed to be. You’ve been my girl since high school, you just didn’t know it, and idiot that I was, I didn’t either.”
“I’m going to mess up again.” As warnings went, that one was unnecessary.
“Yep, you will. And I’m going punish you when you do. And sometimes, I’ll mess up, and you’ll tell me I messed up, and I’ll make it up to you.”
“I punish you?” She pushed away from him, and looked at him as though he’d just told her she’d been eating caterpillars for lunch.
He laughed. “No way in hell, little girl. You’ll tell me respectfully I messed up, and I’ll do everything I can to make it better.”
She sniffled and looked away, her red, puffy eyes focusing on the opposite wall of her room. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, okay. That works. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I was too afraid to tell you what was going on in my head.”
He wiped the short locks of hair off her face. “It’s okay. All done with now.” He patted her rear end. “Sore?”
“Yes. It hurt like hell. Worse than I ever imagined.”
“But I bet if I touch you, dip my fingers in you, I’ll find you all hot and wet for me.”
Her eyes shifted again, the blush deepening on her cheeks.
“I can’t wait to sink my cock into you, Jade. I’ve waited too long for it, but it won’t be tonight – not when you had a punishment.” He pressed his lips to her still wet cheeks. “For now, put on some comfy clothes, and let’s order pizza. We have plenty to talk over, and a movie night sounds fucking awesome to me.”
She regarded him with puzzlement. “You can do that? Just switch over like that?”
“No, I didn’t switch over at all. I’m still in charge. I’m still the one who spanked you and will spank you again if you deserve it. But I’m also still me.”
“But better.” She smiled.
“Better?”
“Yeah, friend Garrick wouldn’t have spanked me, and hugged me, and kissed me. So, this is better.”
He laughed. “Absolutely, now get going before I forget my own rule and sink my fingers into that fucking pussy. I smell how wet you are, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Her blush intensified. “Isn’t it punishing you by denying us?”
He forced a heavy sigh. “The price of being the dominant. It’s best for you to separate punishment from sex. I don’t want you ever to think you can misbehave to get it.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. Now scoot.” He patted her rear and she leaped from his lap. He stood from the bed, and adjusted his hard as steel cock in his pants. She better not get into any more trouble, because if he had to delay sinking into her for much longer, he was going to embarrass himself.
“I’m not sure that’s the sort of dress Garrick will appreciate.” Jade eyed the shimmering leotard looking ensemble Carissa held up.
Carissa looked it over. “Why not? It’s New Year’s Eve, everyone will be sparkly.”
Jade laughed. “It’s not the sequins, he’ll have a problem with.” She took it from Carissa and plunked it back on the rack, moving over to another section of the store. They’d been shopping for hours, and she still hadn’t found anything to wear that he’d approve of or she liked.
“He’s a stick in the mud.” Carissa huffed and combed through the rack. “What Dom doesn’t like his sub to be all hot when he takes her out? I mean, it’s weird.” Carissa gave up on the new rack, barely even looking at the dresses and turning toward another.
“It’s not that. He just is kinda protective, or greedy, or selfish. He doesn’t like all the goods on display.” Jade pulled a strand of Carissa’s hair as she walked past. “But it does make finding a dress for his party a bit hard.”
“So, you two are working this all out?” Carissa dug through her purse, pulling out a tube of lip gloss and applying it.
“Yeah. I mean it’s hard, sometimes a little weird. He’s still Garrick, the same guy I’ve known forever, but he’s different at the same time. He made me go to bed last night. I was starting to fall asleep on the couch, and he turned off the TV and sent me to bed. When I didn’t want to go, he…” She waited for two women to pass them before continuing.
“He spanked you,” Carissa blurted out.
“Carissa!” Jade ducked behind a rack when the women turned to look at them. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been in a mood all day.”
“Nothing.” Carissa sighed. “I’m sorry. Nothing, just tired. I’m hungry, let’s get some lunch.”
“My dad’s meeting us, remember?” Jade checked her watch. “Let’s head over, it’s almost time anyway. We can get an appetizer while we wait.”
A blooming onion in full bloom in front of them, Jade waved her arm in the air to signal her father. He caught a glimpse of her and waved back. When he started his way through the restaurant, she caught sight of Garrick walking right behind him. Neither of them looked pleased.
“Hey, Dad. Uh, Garrick.” She hugged her father and moved to Garrick. He placed a short kiss to her cheek and watched her father as he held out her chair for her.
“What’s going on? I thought you were in meetings all day.” She took her seat.
“The last one didn’t go so well. I’m taking a break from the next one.”
“Didn’t go well? Seemed to be going just fine for you. It’s all the tenants who are getting fucked in your little scheme,” Jade’s father spat out as he yanked off his jacket and tossed it over the back of his chair. “Carissa.” He nodded in her direction, grabbed a clump of onions from the bloom and shoved it in his mouth. Her father had a habit of eating his stress, and from the looks of his waistline he’d been stressed for a while.
“What are you talking about, Dad?” Jade nudged Carissa beneath the table when she continued to watch her father with apparent annoyance on her face.
“Your boyfriend, here. Yeah, he told me you two are an item now. I was all for it, until he showed what a greedy bastard he is.”
“If you were listening, you heard I’m not going along with the board. I don’t like the idea, and I don’t believe for one second Jamison does either. We aren’t going—”
“Oh, whatever. You own the place now; you’ll do whatever you want and I’ll be out of my fucking retirement.”
“Dad.” Jade leaned further over the table, trying not to add to the scene already in motion.
“I’ve already explained; I’m not going along with it. It won’t pass. Now, can we please just have lunch?” Garrick threw his arm over the back of her chair and slid down, taking a causal pose. Garrick had known her father as long as he’d known her. The two of them bickered over football teams and basketball, but not with such heat.
“Dad, how’s Monica?” Changing the subject to his wife was a last-ditch effort to chill the room, but even that didn’t work.
“She’s fine. Why don’t you ask your boyfriend here what he’s doing with his new purchase?”
Sighing, she turned to Garrick. “What’s he talking about?”
“The condos. The association is trying to force the owners of rentals to sell their units by changing the bylaws stating after current le
ases are up, no new leases will be approved by the board.”
Her father owned five condos, and she knew Garrick was dealing with some new real estate investment, but she hadn’t thought they’d be tied together.
“But Dad uses those condos as income, just like you with whatever you do with your investments.”
“Yes, I know. I’m—”
“He doesn’t give a fuck about that. He only cares about his own bottom line.”
“Dad.” The situation was getting out of control fast. Looking to Carissa for help proved useless, her mouth was full of fried onion and a look of amusement spread across her face.
“You don’t think it’s weird he didn’t tell you?”
“Dad, we don’t really talk about work.” She fidgeted in her seat. They almost never spoke about his work. She knew he invested in clubs and real estate, but he never gave her any details. That’s why she didn’t know he owned any part of Dark Lace.
Her father laughed. “Why do you think that is? He doesn’t want you to know what a cold-hearted bastard he is.”
“Now, listen. I told you it’s not going happen. The board needs final approval from the owners, and I’m not giving my approval.” Garrick’s voice rose along with her father’s.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the condos?” She turned in her seat.
“What?” He looked at her, thrown off guard for a second. “I don’t know, it’s just work.”
“But you ask about my work, my time, where I am, what I’m doing.” She felt her skin tighten. “You know everything about me, but I didn’t know you were buying my father’s condo complex?”
“Don’t you start, too.” The warning underplayed the smile he forced onto his lips for her benefit, but she wasn’t having it.
“In fact, you seemed to know a hell of a lot more than I did. You didn’t seem at all surprised to see me at the club. I was surprised to see you, but you looked as if you’d been waiting for me. Did you know I’d be there?”
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