by Maggie Ryan
''Um, I … I got out of bed without asking?'' she asked, timidly.
''That's the second one,'' he said, lifting one of his hands and holding up one finger. ''You got out of bed without permission.''
She nodded, thankful she had answered correctly but understanding she must have done something even before then if he was counting that as the second infraction. ''I … I didn't answer you verbally when you asked if I was ready to co … confess?'' she said, holding her breath until he nodded.
''That's the fifth one,'' he agreed. ''You skipped one, which we will come back to. What were three and four?''
She squirmed on the counter as if her bottom were already over his lap. She gasped and looked up. ''I … I got out of bed before you … you spanked me for … for last night?'' she said, and was happy to see his soft smile.
''Very good, that is correct, and that was the first,'' he said. ''I told you last night you would not get out of bed without a hot bottom, didn't I?''
She was a quick learner and even as she nodded she was speaking. ''Yes, Sir!'' she almost shouted, as if she were a soldier addressing a very strict drill sergeant. Logan had to fight to keep from chuckling; she was just too adorable.
''Three and four?'' he reminded.
She thought hard about directions that should have been ingrained in her as a Submissive but could not come up with anything. She slowly shook her head. ''I … I don't know, Sir,'' she said. ''I'm sorry. Please, would you tell me so I won't repeat my mistakes?''
Logan was impressed with her request. He held up his hand where three fingers were already lifted and allowed another to lift. ''Three, you put on my shirt when you …'' he began, but she interrupted. ''But you said it was okay that I did! You can't be serious; that's ridiculous and I will not accept that as something I should get my ass blistered for,'' she said, not believing she was going to be punished for something he said was all right.
His mouth tightened as he shook his head slowly. ''Watch your tone, Elizabeth. That is not what I said, and you know it. What I said was that you looked beautiful in the shirt. As a Submissive, you should know that you are never to cover your nakedness unless given permission by your Dom,'' he said. ''And, Elizabeth, interrupting me when I am speaking, especially speaking in a discipline lesson, only adds another layer to your punishment.''
She felt her body shake but not in fear. She was getting angry.
''Lastly,'' he said, holding up the final finger, ''Instead of spending time with your Dom, with me, before your punishment had been completed, you were perfectly happy to gossip with another.'' Elizabeth's face turned redder, but it was not from embarrassment or arousal. She wanted to tell him what she thought of his ridiculous expectations. Logan had been a Dom for a very long time. He knew from just her expression that something had gone wrong. Instead of a contrite Submissive confessing her infractions and accepting her need for discipline, he was looking at a very pissed-off young woman. He was not a stupid man.
''Elizabeth, talk to me,'' he said. She didn't speak but didn't move either. He picked up the shirt where it had fallen behind her and pulled it to drape across her shoulders. When she didn't move, he sighed. ''Put the shirt on,'' he said turning to drop another K-cup into the machine. As the coffee brewed, she yanked on the shirt, buttoning every single button with sharp, quick jabs of her fingers. She then sat, arms crossed over her chest as the coffee brewed. He brewed another and then lifted her from the counter. Instead of being soft and compliant in his arms, she held herself rigid until her feet hit the floor.
''Fix your coffee. We'll finish this in the living room,'' he said and walked past her. He took a seat on the couch, prepared to be patient and open. Though they had been dating for months, the intimate D/S side of their relationship was brand-new and last night had been intense. He had no worries that she was attempting to get out of a spanking. He knew she was wired to not only find pleasure in sensual spankings, she was also wired with a deep need to be spanked for discipline. The pain would clear her heart of any feelings of guilt and wipe the slate clean, so that she felt both protected and loved. Knowing she wasn't afraid of what she had earned, he knew he would listen and even adjust if necessary. When Elizabeth came into the room, moving towards the chair, avoiding looking in his direction, he knew he might need to be open but knew he needed to remain in control.
''You'll either sit next to me here,'' he said firmly, ''or, if you wish to sit in the chair, it will be on my lap.'' He paused as she stopped moving. She seemed to struggle as if she couldn't make such a difficult decision. Logan made it for her. He stood, stepped around the trunk and took a seat in the large chair. He didn't speak or reach for her but was extremely pleased when she walked to him. He helped her to sit, mindful of the hot coffee she was carrying. She did not relax against him by any means. She sat as rigidly as possible, attempting to seem unconcerned that she was naked beneath the huge shirt. Logan allowed her several minutes as he finished his coffee and put the mug down. She took tiny sips from her own mug, pausing for several minutes before taking another. Logan shook his head.
''That's enough,'' he said taking the mug from her and placing it on the floor beside his own. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. ''Elizabeth,'' he said firmly, ''I am a Dom and you are a Sub, but we are mature, individual adults as well. I don't know what happened to piss you off, but I am willing to listen and discuss it. I am not, however, willing to have you act like a spoiled brat for very long.'' He paused and felt her sigh deeply. ''I am willing to sit here and hold you as long as necessary for you to talk to me.''
Elizabeth felt her anger drain away at his words. She had known Doms who could care less if you had any opinion and definitely did not want to listen to it. She also knew that most Doms would have had her over their lap and her bottom blistered the moment she started acting as she had.
''I really am sorry,'' she said softly, as she truly relaxed against him. He adjusted slightly, sitting further back into the chair, his arms holding her securely but not restricting her.
''Talk to me,'' he said. Another five minutes passed in silence. Logan removed one arm and offered her his hand, his fingers spread apart. Elizabeth immediately put her own in his, linking their fingers. Logan realized that this woman would always need the more intimate connection and squeezed her fingers slightly.
''I got mad about the shirt,'' she said. ''I saw it and remembered how incredibly handsome it looked on you. I … I didn't want to wake you. I confess I didn't even think about getting out of bed without your permission. I … I've never spent an entire night with anyone.''
Logan tried not to show how much her confession surprised him. He couldn't imagine anyone she had ever dated not wanting to wake up beside her. ''I … I just remembered that Nancy told me she got paddled once for the doing the same thing when she and Jason first started sleeping together,'' she continued. He was about to speak but she continued. ''I felt sexy in the shirt … like you were holding me like you are right now. I … I didn't know about not being allowed to dress until you gave me permission. I … I've never been completely naked before in any scene. I … I sort of keep my clothes … or at least some of them on.''
If she had just told him she was a virgin, he would not have been more shocked. She had admitted to practicing the D/S lifestyle for the past several years and yet she had never fully undressed? She had never spent the night with anyone? He felt like an idiot. What sort of Dom was he? How could he not pick up on any of those things? God, he remembered thinking how sexy she had looked getting her ass paddled and then fucked by Ethan but also remembered she had indeed kept all but her panties on.
She had been incredible last night. She had been extremely aroused and responsive. She had given him the best head he had ever had and, God, fucking her had been mind-blowing. He had watched her explode in pleasure, even though she hadn't truly let go enough to vocalize her passion. This time the long silence that followed was his. Elizabeth nestled closer, her free han
d moving to rest on his chest. She was almost frightened to hear what he would say, but knew she had to be honest with him. He had listened to her reason for being unable to use her voice fully and had been understanding. Last night when he had swallowed her passion as she screamed, she had felt herself truly believing that she would one day be free of the oppressive phobia.
Logan bent to kiss the top of her head. He pulled her even closer as he understood why she had not known the most rudimentary rules of submission. He felt an incredible sense of honor when he realized that, of course, men would want to sleep with her. If she had not taken a partner into her bed, it had been her choice. She had chosen him, chosen him without hesitation and without allowing him any sense that it was such a huge step for her. She was a remarkable woman.
''Schatzlein,'' he said softly. ''I didn't know. I had no idea and ask you to forgive me.'' She shuddered, her eyes filling as she listened. He was not upset or looking at her as if she were damaged goods. ''We will go much slower, and I promise not to expect anything from you unless we have discussed it first and agreed. Thank you for trusting me and for allowing me the honor of last night.''
She smiled and lifted her face in order to look at him. She saw the same look of desire and feeling as she had seen the night before. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He bent and the kiss was gentle, loving and forgiving. When he released her, she spoke again. ''You honor me, Sir,'' she said, softly. ''You are the most amazing man I have ever met, and …'' she paused and shivered, ''you are the most incredible Dom I have ever known.'' He smiled and hugged her tighter.
''I didn't know not to talk to anyone until I … until you … well, I'm sorry. I didn't want the phone to wake you, and, well, to be completely clear, Nancy and I share almost everything. If … if you don't like that, I'll try to … to explain it to her,'' she said.
Logan lifted their hands and kissed hers. ''I don't have any intention of trying to control your conversation or relationship with your best friend. I may be your Dom, but Elizabeth, I am not into total control. I have no desire whatsoever to be in a Master/Slave relationship. Feel free to talk about anything you wish, unless, of course, I've specifically asked you not to.'' He tilted her chin up. ''And I will expect you not to talk to anyone if we are in the middle of something. When we are together, especially in a scene, you are all I am concentrating on, and, young lady, until we are completely done, I expect the same respect. Clear?''
She smiled up at him, any remaining anger disappearing. ''Crystal clear, Sir,'' she said. He kissed her again, and they sat quietly for a few minutes, absorbing what the conversation had meant.
''In consideration of all you've told me,'' he said, ''I am not going to add any additional punishment.''
She lifted her head again, relief washing through her. ''Thank you, Sir,'' she said, with a smile. ''I promise the next time I forget a rule you can spank me.''
Logan chuckled and shook his head. ''Schatzlein, I said I was not going to add additional punishment. I did not say I was going to forego your previously-earned punishment.''
Her eyes widened in understanding. "Oh …'' She said, her face flushing.
''Tell me honestly, Elizabeth,'' he said, locking his eyes onto hers. ''Do you really want me to let the spanking you've earned go?''
Her bottom told her to tell him yes, but her heart and mind knew the only answer she could honestly give. ''No, Sir,'' she said, softly.
He nodded and then helped her off his lap. ''Get back into bed,'' he said, knowing that had to be where she took her punishment, to remind her of how the day was supposed to begin. ''Pile the pillows up and lie over them. Think about what we've discussed and how you can avoid doing the same naughty things that have earned you a hard paddling. I'll be in soon.''
Elizabeth gulped but nodded. ''Yes, Sir,'' she said, and moved to step around him.
''Wait a minute,'' he said, and gently pulled her to stand in front of him. She watched as he unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. Nude once more, she shivered.
''Go,'' he said, reaching around to give her bottom a quick swat.
She squealed and hurried down the hall. Once back in her room, she quickly piled the two pillows into the middle of the bed. As she climbed over them, she thought of Nancy's story and shivered. What had seemed incredibly arousing at the time now seemed to fill her with a sense of dread. She didn't understand it, but she knew she was wired to become excited during a spanking. Her arousal increased and she also felt a wonderful warmth flow through her entire body when her bottom had been warmed. She'd been spanked quite often during play at a club. Once, when she and Nancy had come home somewhat tipsy, Jason had even paddled her until she was kicking and sobbing. He wasn't mad they had been drinking, but he was furious Nancy had driven them home. Though she had been initially shocked, she could not find it in herself to hold it against him. Especially when he gave his wife double what he applied to her own rump.
While her bottom had really hurt when Ethan had last paddled her, it was more a tool for arousal, so that she was hot and ready when he fucked her. She understood that this was nothing like those other times. This was the man she was falling in love with, the Dom she had accepted to submit to, and she was about to get her ass blistered for disobeying him. She wasn't getting spanked to increase her arousal; she was getting spanked for discipline. She squirmed a bit over the pillows, as she felt her stomach begin to tingle and her pussy moisten. She flushed, knowing that it probably wasn't a good thing to appear so aroused the first time Logan punished her.
She heard him enter the room and her mind emptied of everything but what was about to happen. She saw him drop his shirt onto the small chair where she sat to put on her hose and apply her makeup. He looked fantastic shirtless; his broad chest muscled and very lightly covered with black hair. Her eyes drifted to his hands and it seemed as if she only now realized exactly how large they were. She squirmed a bit for the second time.
Logan smiled as he looked down at her. ''Elizabeth, do you know why you are going to be punished?'' he asked, for the first time in their relationship.
She felt her stomach clench. ''Ye … yes, Sir,'' she whispered.
''Tell me,'' he said firmly, and she knew this man would always require clarity in all things. Memories of last night flooded through her mind.
''I … I moved when you told me to be still,'' she said, and he nodded. ''I didn't keep my hands above my head. I tried to push you away when … when you … ummm, when you were using your mouth. I … I closed my legs in the bath, and … and didn't want to op … open them. You had to tell me twice before I obeyed you,'' she confessed.
''That's my good girl,'' he said, pleased she had remembered. She shocked herself by smiling, as if she were actually happy to confess and get her ass spanked.
Logan didn't react, though he was fighting his own smile. ''Do you have a paddle?'' he asked, and her smile immediately disappeared.
''Um, no … no, Sir,'' she said.
''Do you have a hairbrush, other than that flimsy one in the bathroom?'' he asked, and her cheeks clenched over the pillow.
''No, Sir,'' she answered. He looked around the room, as if expecting some suitable implement to jump into his hands.
''Well,'' he said with a sigh, ''it seems we have a dilemma.'' Without even thinking about it, Elizabeth rolled off the pillows to sit cross-legged on the bed. She pulled the top pillow off the pile, hugging it to her, her chin resting on the top as she looked at him. Logan almost laughed aloud. Not only had she moved out of position, she looked as if she were seriously concerned that he couldn't find anything to spank her with.
He shook his head. ''What do you suggest we do?'' he asked.
''You could use your hand, like last night,'' she offered, and seeing his eyebrow lift, she swallowed hard and continued: ''Ummm, maybe just a little harder?''
''No, I don't think my hand will demonstrate the proper importance of this spanking,'' he said. ''Think of something else.''
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sp; He saw her eyes drop down along his chest to his waist. Elizabeth wanted to suggest he forget all about this spanking stuff, drop his pants, and join her in bed, but Logan misinterpreted her look. ''No, Schatzlein,'' he said. ''You earned a good hard paddling, but you were not naughty enough to earn a whipping. I only use my belt for far more severe misbehavior.'' She flushed hotly, not even once considering a whipping and now praying she never, ever earned one.
''I don't have my car or else I could get a paddle from my bag. Or better yet, you could have opened your gift and offered what was inside to me to use,'' he said, and she understood the black duffle in his truck did indeed hold his 'toys'. ''It would take too long to call a cab, go home, get a paddle and come back,'' he continued, and she just stared at him as it dawned upon her just how seriously he considered all this. ''Same thing applies to calling Dan and asking him to bring me one.'' She shuddered, picturing Dan knocking on her door and handing some paddle through, knowing exactly who was going to get her ass spanked with it. Logan picked up the discarded shirt as if to put it on.
''I suppose I can jog over to Jason's,'' he said. ''I'm sure he has plenty of implements, seeing how his wife is as saucy as you are.''
''Wait!'' she yelled, shocking herself again. Logan paused, one arm in the shirt. ''I … maybe I can find something here,'' she suggested.
Logan looked as if he were considering it. ''I'll give you five minutes,'' he said, ''If you can't find something suitable by then, I'll run down to Jason's.''
She leapt off the bed, tossing the pillow behind her. He smiled as she flew out of the bedroom. He heard her opening and slamming doors and cabinets in the bathroom. He chuckled and went to lean against the doorframe to watch her progress. Failure in the bathroom caused her to race into her office. Again he heard sounds of her opening and closing drawers. It got quiet for just a moment, and he could imagine her considering if one of the flooring samples would do … it would not.
''Three minutes,'' he called out and heard her shriek and saw her sprint out of the office towards the living room, her long hair streaming out behind her. He moved into the hall but did not follow. He just wished to hear her searching. Elizabeth raced through the living room into the kitchen. She opened doors as if to see some object appear that she wasn't aware she owned. She dug through her cooking utensils, briefly considered a spatula, but discarded it. It was heavy aluminum and had holes in it. She couldn't imagine it being applied to her bottom.