by Rose Nickol
Let’s see, I’m lying on a bench with my boobs hanging down, my legs spread so my hoo-ha is right out there, and oh, I have a plug up my ass. Yeah, I guess I’m good.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed to say in a nonsarcastic voice.
“Good, baby.” Tim ran his hand down her back to the plug and pushed it in and out a few times. He was having her ass tonight. Letting his hand slip farther down, he found her clit and tweaked it a few times until he heard her moan.
Satisfied with her position and readiness, he went to his toy bag, which he had placed in the room earlier, and got a paddle and a crop. He hadn’t used either on her yet, and tonight was all about new experiences.
Walking back over to her, he hit the remote and started music playing. Checking her restraints one more time, he knelt down and kissed her thoroughly before walking back behind her. “Due to your brattiness earlier, you are due a punishment. I believe the count was at fifteen. Do you care to say anything?”
Keeping her voice as calm as she could, she answered, “No, Sir.”
“Very good, I will start with my hand. This will be a warm-up and not count toward your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tasha was mumbling to herself. I should be celebrating, not getting my ass whipped. This is the night of my engagement, and here I am, ass up over a goddamned spanking bench. Some days this Dom/sub thing just sucks.
“What was that?” It was as if Tim could hear her thoughts.
“Nothing, Sir,” she added with just a hint of a whine in her voice.
“It better be nothing. I planned this as a celebration, not a punishment. I think I’ll add five. You have a little bit of an attitude tonight.”
“Yes, Sir,” Tasha answered with a sniffle, feeling sorry for herself.
Tim walked around and squatted in front of her. “Baby, once I get this punishment done, I will make sure we celebrate.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a sniffle.
Tim walked back around her and started by squeezing both her ass cheeks several times. Then he lightly swatted her, moving faster and swatting harder as he went. When he had her a nice rosy shade of pink, he stepped back and kissed each cheek. Removing the small plug, he replaced it with a larger one. They hadn’t done a lot of anal play, and this would be only the second time he took her ass, so he wanted to stretch her more.
“It’s too big. Take it out,” Tasha whined.
Tim hauled back with the large wooden paddle he had and smacked both her cheeks. The paddle was about an inch thick and the size of a sheet of paper about eight by eleven inches.
“That was for the attitude and not addressing me properly. It does not count toward your fifteen.” He was going to give her ten with the paddle and then five with the crop.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, sniffling.
Tim ignored her sniffling. She had brought this on with her attitude. He finished with the paddle, and her ass was a bright cherry red, gorgeous.
He ran his hand over the warmed skin several times and squeezed. Leaning down, he took a bite of each cheek, then blew on the marked skin.
Getting the crop, he smacked it on his palm a few times, liking the sound of it.
“What’s that?” Tasha asked, startled at the sound.
“I told you, no talking unless you were asked a question,” he answered her and smacked her right cheek with the crop.
“Ouch,” she screamed.
“That one was for talking, now five more.” He quickly give her four more, two on each cheek and the fifth one right on her clit.
As she screamed, he pulled the plug out and pushed himself in. She screamed again as her orgasm hit. She kept screaming his name as he plunged in and out of her, and she came until she once again blacked out.
Pulling out of her, he got a warm rag and cleaned them both, then undid her restraints and carried her to the tub in the corner, which he had already filled with hot water. He had known by the time he was done with her, the water would be just the right temp.
He carried her to the chaise by the tub, and set her down while he quickly stripped. She was starting to stir when he picked her back up, and he gently kissed her mouth.
“Hi, baby, are you okay?”
Tasha was still drifting but managed an “um-hm” in response.
Tim got into the tub holding Tasha and gently sat down with her in his lap. Soothing the water over her, he let her gradually come back to him.
“How you doing, baby?” he asked when she seemed more aware.
“I don’t know how you keep doing that. Every time is better than the last. You’ve spoiled me for anyone else.”
“Babe, there will be no one after me,” he told her possessively and held her tighter.
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled and snuggled closer to him, as if that were possible. This was home, wherever Tim was. Her heart knew it, and her brain knew it.
Chapter Seventeen
Tim and Tasha had talked it over and decided to have the wedding back in her hometown. Tim’s mother and aunt were going to fly out, and it would be less stress for her mother. They were going to be married in the church she grew up going to, and both her sisters were going to stand up with her.
After everything happened with Jason, they briefly flew back to check on Kathy and see how badly she had been hurt. Luckily she had just been badly bruised with no broken bones.
“Tasha, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. He was just so charming, and I was so lonely. He told me you were making everything up. I belived him and…” Kathy had started sobbing uncontrollably at that point, and Tasha simply crawled into the hospital bed with her sister and held her. June and her mother were also in the room, and all four women hugged. A little family bonding happened that day.
While they were visiting, Tim and Tasha made arrangements for the wedding and reserved a block of hotel rooms for the out-of-town guests.
They planned to go to Tim’s hometown for the first week of the honeymoon and then travel for the other two weeks.
Kyle was going to close the club and do some renovations, and when they got back from their honeymoon, they would have a collaring ceremony with all their friends.
Jason had accepted a plea deal to avoid the publicity of a trial and would be in jail for a very long time. His father sent a formal letter of apology to Tasha and her family and even offered to pay for Tasha’s wedding, which Tim promptly refused.
The wedding went off perfectly, and it was the joyous occasion everyone expected it to be. Tasha and Tim couldn’t have been happier. They spent a few days with Tasha’s mom and dad before spending some time at Tim’s home. Then they were off to start their life together.
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When they returned from the honeymoon, the renovations at the club had been finished. The security system had been updated and better cameras installed. Kyle had hired several new people, including security, two new receptionists, and a third bartender to work special events. He felt guilty that Tasha had been placed in a vulnerable position while working for him and was guaranteeing that no one would be alone in the club at any time. He also knew that Tim and Tasha wanted to start a family and she, too, would be leaving to raise their babies.
THE END
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Rose Nickol is a fifty-something-year-young mother of a daughter she adopted from China, and a shih-tzu puppy. She loves all animals. She played with writing in her younger years, but never did anything serious about it until she was forced to retire from her career in the medical field due to health issues.
Rose has lived in Colorado for over twenty years and enjoys the mountain views. When she’s not writing or being a mom, she crochets and does counted cross stitch.
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