More Rules For Cheri (New Rules Book 2)

by Markie Morelli

  “Brush your teeth,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.

  When he returned, he was wearing only pajama bottoms riding low on his hips. His muscular chest and arms were naked, clearly showing his strength. Taking her hand, he pulled her into her room and stood her before the dresser, his hands on her shoulders.

  “Look at yourself, Chéri,” he commanded softly.

  “I can’t,” she whispered, staring at her hands.

  “Why are you still crying?” he asked, taking his hand and tipping her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze in the mirror.

  “I’m so ashamed, Michael,” she admitted as fresh tears trailed down her cheek.

  “Go on,” he encouraged.

  “I’m the one who said I hated my job,” she sobbed out. “I’m the one who wanted to quit and stay home. I made the decision to be your babygirl,” she continued, hating how pitiful she sounded. “You supported me, let me make my own decision and then I let you down,” she sniffed.

  “Yes, you did,” he agreed, “but you let yourself down even more, wife. You denied your true feelings and let yourself get caught up in all the hoopla, celebrating. Mary called me to let me know you’d been drinking at work. She wanted to make sure you’d gotten home all right.”

  “She did?” Chéri gasped. “Why didn’t she call me?”

  “If you were to take the VP position, your relationship with her would change. She was afraid of offending you.”

  “That’s crazy. Mary’s job would be secure in any event,” Chéri insisted.

  “You forget what excessive control does to you. It turns you into something of a tyrant,” he pointed out, still staring at her in the mirror.

  Chéri watched her face turn red. It was true and they both knew it.

  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly with a nod, acknowledging his correct assessment. “It won’t happen again.”

  “You’re right,” he replied, calmly lifting the back of her nightgown and pushing her forward. “This particular spanking is from your husband, my love, and I don’t think you’re likely to forget it.”

  She watched him pick up the heavy wooden hairbrush from her dresser and flinched. The first crack had her screaming out in pain. By the fifth, she was struggling to get away but he’d turned sideways, his arm securely around her waist. The only thing she could do was hold onto the edge of the dresser as she danced in misery while he peppered her already sore bottom without mercy. By the time he was satisfied, she could barely stand and he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the big rocker.

  “Do you have any idea what you risked?” he demanded once he’d settled her on his lap, ignoring her squeals of protest. “Have you any concept of what you mean to me or how devastated I’d be if I lost you? What about the boys? I’m a judge for God’s sake. How would it look if my wife got arrested for drinking and driving?”

  Chéri couldn’t speak, she was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. He was vibrating with anger and something else… fear? Suddenly, he crushed her to his chest, his hand cupping her head.

  “This is exactly why you need a daddy,” he ground out. “And now you have one, one who is not going to let you get away with this bullshit! You are going to behave yourself. This is the second time in less than a week where you drank and then proceeded to do something stupid. There will be no more alcohol for you except under my supervision on special occasions. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, so sorry about everything,” she cried throwing her arms around his neck and holding him close. “You’re right about everything.”

  “You’re damn right I am,” he snapped “and don’t think for a moment I don’t know you’re trying to lift your bottom off my lap.”

  Loosening her hold she sank back down with a moan.

  “I love you, baby, more than anything in the world and it would kill me if something happened to you,” he told her, tipping her face up to his and kissing the tracks of her tears. “Not only that, I can’t stand to see you unhappy, which is why I can’t allow you to take this job.

  “Now I’m willing to be flexible, for a time, but it’s not open-ended. I think we both realize being my babygirl 24/7 is not possible. There will be times when you’ll have to be a grown-up. You’ll still need to work until you can ease out of it. You’ll need to shop for groceries, run errands, go to the salon and the like, but when you walk in that door, you belong to me, you got that?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, wiggling uncomfortably. “What am I going to tell Mr. Waters?”

  “Tomorrow morning you will go into his office and tell him the while you appreciate the honor of being offered the position; you’ll have to respectfully refuse. I really don’t care what excuse you give him. For all I care, you can tell him if you accept it your husband will spank you until you can’t sit down for a month,” he barked.

  “Daddy?” she gasped.

  “I mean it, Chéri. Do not come home tomorrow with some lame explanation of why you weren’t able to tell him. You are to give him notice that while you’re willing to stay on until your new client is happy with the service you provided, after that you will begin cutting back on your hours. I think going to four days a week, then three and so on over the course of a month or so should be sufficient.”

  Chéri peeked up at him and immediately decided her question wasn’t worth asking. However, as always her husband was one step ahead of her.

  “If, after a reasonable amount of time has passed, during which you’ve been a good girl and done everything we’ve agreed to, you find you are bored or unhappy being home all the time, we will talk about the possibility of you returning part-time as a consultant. The amount of time you’ll be allowed to work will be decided by Daddy based on my assessment of your needs and behavior. In case you’re wondering, or I haven’t made myself clear, I am in charge, of you, of this house, and of what happens in our marriage going forward. Any questions?”

  “No, Daddy,” she said softly, brushing the last of her tears away with the back of her hand.

  “Good, now lift up your nightie,” he ordered moving her so he had easy access to her body.

  Chéri found herself sprawled across his lap, her roasted bottom in full contact with his thighs, her back supported by his arm and the arm of the chair. Slowly she pulled up her gown, stopping at mid-thigh.

  “Higher, babygirl,” he instructed.

  She stopped at her waist and looked at him questioningly. When he nodded she breathed a sigh of relief. At last she’d done something that pleased him.

  “Are you going to tease me, Daddy?” she asked sadly, unable to suppress the quiver in her voice.

  “Is it your place to question me?” he demanded softly.

  “No, sir,” she acknowledged, a new tear slipping from her eye.

  “Then don’t. Be a good girl and let daddy do as he wants.”

  Chéri froze as he shifted slightly and reached into the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled out a pacifier.

  “I want you quiet and compliant. Open up, babygirl,” he said with a slight grin as he pressed it to her lips, “unless of course you want me to spank your little kitty before we begin.”

  Almost involuntarily, her mouth popped open and she was soon sucking on a rather large nipple that tasted slightly of bubble gum.

  “You may thank me later for the flavor,” he said as he watched her closely. “God, that looks so sweet. You really are an adorable little thing when you’re not giving me trouble. You’re going to be a good babygirl for Daddy now, aren’t you?” he asked as he ran a hand down her naked stomach and cupped her mons.

  Chéri nodded.

  “Only a few more things to take care of tonight and then Daddy will rock you to sleep,” he nearly cooed in her ear.

  Instantly her hand flew to the pacifier.

  “I wouldn’t do that, sweetness,” he advised. “You already have a bedtime spanking coming, honey. Don’t make it worse.”

  Lo
oking at him in shock, she wondered how she could possibly stand even one more smack to her ass, but she let her hand drop away with a whimper.

  “Oh my, I think that was a good investment,” he teased as his fingers slid between her lower lips. “So quiet, such a good girl with that nipple between those Cupid’s bow lips,” he praised. He leaned his head back in the chair as his fingers glided back and forth over the tip of her clit.

  God, he was a master at teasing, Chéri thought as he softly circled her nub over and over. She needed more, so much more. Why didn’t he put his fingers inside her? Why didn’t he use more pressure? Rocking her hips got her nothing but a scolding look as he raised his head and shook it in a negative movement. An unspoken warning for sure, but she could barely sit still.

  Her bottom was on fire, still throbbing from the hairbrush and her pussy was not far behind. Was this another punishment for not keeping her word, or was he going to let her come? She had no idea.

  Daddy’s finger slipped a touch lower and he gently scraped a fingernail across a highly sensitive area.

  “This is your urethra,” he whispered, “another tiny opening into your body. One day, Daddy will play a bit there too. Some women find it highly erotic, as the nerves are very close to the clitoris; others find it painful and still others find it both. I think my babygirl will both like it and hate it, as she usually does. My poor honey is embarrassed,” he observed as she turned her face into his chest. “Don’t be, my love, the choice will not be yours to make in any case and Daddy will be able to judge whether you enjoy it based on those wonderful responses you can’t hide from me.

  “Like right now, the more excited you get,” he drawled in his deep delicious voice, “the harder you suck on your little pacifier. Aren’t you glad I notice these things?” he asked with a smile as his finger circled the opening to her vagina before plunging inside.

  “Oh my baby, so wet and hot,” he whispered.

  His voice was so husky when he was reducing her to mush, she thought. Each time she arched her hips, she punished her own bottom and apparently he appreciated the irony as he grinned when she groaned.

  “If you would be good and sit still, you wouldn’t increase your own suffering,” he pointed out, as he added a second finger and pressed the heel of his palm to her clit firmly.

  The pacifier did nothing to stop her moans and Chéri almost spit it out, but thought better of it. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading for relief as she tried not to wiggle her bottom against him.

  “You want to come, don’t you, sweetness?” he asked kindly.

  Chéri nodded frantically.

  “I shouldn’t let you, you know,” he said shaking his head. “I should bind your hands, give you your bedtime spanking and put you straight to bed, but then you’ve had such a bad day, haven’t you, babygirl?”

  Again Chéri nodded, this time she felt the tears filling her eyes.

  “I don’t really want to do that, and after all, it is about what I want. No, I’d rather watch you fly apart in my arms,” he whispered. “Take out your pacifier, sweetheart, and kiss me. I’m about to make you scream.”

  Chéri obeyed instantly, dropping the pacifier to the floor and using her hand to pull his head to hers. Warm lips welcomed hers as his fingers fluttered inside her. His hand rocked her clit, his tongue swept into her mouth and he swallowed her scream as she shuddered and rode the wave.

  “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she sobbed when he lifted his head. “I’m sorry, so, so sorry,” she sobbed.

  “I know, babygirl,” he soothed, his fingers still lodged deep inside her.

  “I should have done what you said, what I promised to do,” she continued, clutching him. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she begged, hiccupping and sniffling.

  “I’m not mad at you, honey,” he replied, pulling his fingers out and stroking her oh, so sensitive clit.

  “Yes, yes, you are,” she cried, rapidly approaching another orgasm despite her distress.

  “No, baby, I’m not mad. My job is to keep you on the right track and that’s what I plan to do using whatever means at my disposal,” he assured her.

  “But… Oh my God,” she screamed as she came again. “I need you inside me, now, Daddy, now,” she moaned.

  Thankfully, he complied and ran his fingers deep into her pussy where she instantly clamped down on them as she tensed again and spiraled away. Her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t catch her breath and he gently withdrew and gathered her close, whispering soothing words into her hair. Chéri thought it was a good thing or she would surely have fallen off his lap.

  Once she’d calmed down and Daddy was brushing the hair from her sweaty face, she kissed him sweetly on the lips.

  “Thank you, Daddy. That was so lovely,” she told him, taking his hand and kissing it as well.

  “You’re welcome, Princess,” he replied. “Do you have to go potty before bed?” he asked.

  “Do we have to go to bed?” she asked with a purposeful pout.

  “We don’t, you do,” he answered firmly.

  “Then I’d better go,” she said sadly, slipping off his lap.

  “Come right back,” he warned.

  Chéri nodded, but dragged her feet. “A bedtime spanking. A bedtime spanking,” kept rolling through her mind. Unconsciously, she rubbed her bottom as she walked away. Surely he wouldn’t spank her again tonight.

  Chapter 7

  Michael grinned. She was so damn cute and he could have changed his mind quite easily and carried her downstairs to cuddle on the couch. He knew instinctively it would be a mistake, but he was damned tempted just the same.

  Ten minutes later when she came from the bathroom after having dallied as long as she probably dared, he almost laughed. If she moved any slower, she’d be backing up.

  “Come to Daddy, babygirl,” he said, holding out his hand toward her.

  “Do I have too?” she asked, twisting her nightgown in her hands.

  “Without a doubt,” he replied.

  Her shoulders drooped in defeat. She stomped her foot, just once and marched over to where he still sat in the rocking chair.

  “Okay,” she nearly hissed.

  All of his doubts evaporated and he picked her up without a second thought. Placing her with her head on his shoulder and her legs coming off the other side of his lap he swiftly raised her nightgown.

  “That sassy attitude is not helping your cause,” he snapped, holding her easily with one strong arm.

  “Sorry,” she breathed into his neck.

  “Too late,” he replied, swatting her bare cheeks. He had her good. She couldn’t kick without whacking her shins against the side of the rocker and she couldn’t wiggle out of his hold. He didn’t have a lot of leeway for a firm, well-placed swat, but he more than made up for it with rapid fire smacks that soon had her howling.

  Apologies rolled from her lips like water, at least for the first few minutes. Then they turned into garbled pleas and promises that didn’t make much sense. At one point, he thought she promised he could do anything he wanted to her, anything at all as long as he stopped spanking. Michael filed that away for future reference. When she was a sobbing mass of gibberish, he stopped and rubbed her bottom before pulling her nightgown down.

  “Now, that’s enough,” he scolded sternly. “You’ve had a very bad day and so has Daddy. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better for both of us, little one,” he sighed as he cuddled her close and began to rock.

  Chéri fidgeted and fussed, mumbling words under her breath he couldn’t quite catch. Finally, he swatted her again, hard.

  “Enough!”

  Looking down, he spotted the pacifier on the floor beside the rocker and reached to pick it up. Nudging her head up, he pressed it against her lips. She kept them tightly clamped shut until he raised his eyebrow in surprise and warning. Her mouth popped open, and he smiled in satisfaction when she tucked her head between his shoulder and his neck.

  Michael rocked. Soo
n he realized he was humming and closed his own eyes. A little while later he felt her hand slip from around his neck and slide down to his chest. She was asleep. He almost let out a whoop of joy. He was elated. He’d done it, everything he said he would.

  Gently, he kissed the top of her head and held her awhile longer, enjoying the feel of his sleeping babygirl in his arms. Carefully, he placed his hand on her butt, feeling the heat through the nightgown. Damn! He was going to love this shit.

  Chéri awoke to baby kisses along her jaw bone and her daddy sprawled out beside her on her bed.

  “Come on, my little sleepyhead,” he said as he nuzzled her ear. “It’s time to wake up.”

  “I’m tired, Daddy,” she whined, trying to push him away, her hand on his naked chest.

  “Aw, my well-spanked baby is cranky today, isn’t she?” he laughed as he brushed the blonde curls away from her face. Suddenly, he paused and cupped her cheek. “You feel a little warm, sweetie,” he said, moving to touch her forehead.

  “No, you just want to put one of those things in my bottom,” she complained, turning over.

  “Not this time, honey. I mean I do, of course I do, but I really think you may have a fever,” he said rising from the bed. “Bottoms up,” he ordered as he went to his cabinet.

  With a groan, she tuned onto her tummy and pulled the pillow over her head. In short order he was sitting on the bed beside her, pulling the covers down and hiking her nightie up. Quickly he separated her sore cheeks and inserted a thermometer.

  “What, no instruments of torture today,” she sassed, realizing it was a standard sized thermometer.

  “No, only the oatmeal you’re having for breakfast,” he laughed.

  “Oh, Daddy, I hate oatmeal. You know that,” she cried, her voice muffled once again by the pillow.

  “I don’t care. It’s good for you and if you don’t stop complaining you won’t get a bit of brown sugar or cinnamon,” he promised. “Now hush. I was going to rub some lotion into that flaming bottom, but you can forget about that. I think it will do you good to remember what happens to naughty baby girls who don’t mind their daddies.”