by Kimber Davis
"No," she said, her voice shaking. "But maybe it will prove to you that I want to work at us. That I'm serious about it. I wouldn't agree to it if I weren't."
"The idea has merit. I have to admit that I've wanted to tan your little fanny because of that for a long time."
"Then do it."
When Seth jumped off the couch, Tricia jumped herself. His movements were quick and sure as he took her by the hand and led her toward the back of the house.
Her heart pounded as they moved. Even though she'd made the suggestion, she wasn't positive that he'd do it, that he'd take a belt to her behind for something that happened ten years ago. Obviously, she'd been wrong.
Still, she had to admit that she deserved it. She had betrayed him that night, sold him out and made him take the blame for something she'd thought of. She couldn't blame him for punishing her for it.
Still, her nerves felt as if they would explode at any moment.
He led them to his bedroom, dropping her hand when they'd come inside and heading for the closet.
"Seth."
"This was your idea. Are you changing your mind?"
"No."
"That's good. But I want to make something clear. You don't have to do this to prove to me that you want to make it work. I'm willing to take that on faith."
She smiled at him, then inhaled sharply when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
"Spanking isn't something you do to prove affection. It's done for correction, for punishment. Even for something that happened so very long ago."
"I understand." She kissed him softly, then bent over the bed, pulling her skirt up over her hips. She looked over her shoulder into his eyes.
"I want you to punish me for what happened on prom night," she said, making sure that their gazes were locked. "What I did was unforgivable."
"Yes, it was, but I forgive you anyway. I did that a long time ago. Because that's what people do for the people that they love."
Before she could answer, he rubbed the leather against her behind.
"Do you know what it's like to have an arrest record?"
"No." The word came out on a sob.
"It was hard to get work at first, even though I was never convicted of anything. I was still known as the kid who stole the principal's car and deep-sixed it."
The leather continued to caress her behind. "And, if I tried to tell them what really happened, then I was the ungallant man trying to blame the woman who'd broken up with him."
The first strike of the leather was not hard, just a tiny slap against her behind. He moved the leather back and forth from cheek to cheek in gentle swats.
"I'm so, so sorry."
"Me, too."
The leather came down hard, the sound bouncing off the walls and making Tricia flinch. It came down twice more and she fought back a sob.
"This is long overdue," Seth said, swinging the leather over her behind in even swats.
Tricia began to cry. She cried for the pain, but she also cried for what she'd done to him, for the pain that she'd caused him, and the fact that she'd broken their trust, their love.
The sting from the leather was horrible, and after twenty strokes, Seth stopped.
"You know, when we're married, I'm in charge of discipline."
His words were still ringing in her ears when he delivered five more harsh slaps.
She grasped the sheets and sniffled.
"Shouldn't you be on your knees when you ask that question."
Seth slapped the leather against her behind five more times. It was aching, burning, but she knew it was nothing compared to what he'd felt all these years.
He stretched out on the bed and caressed her back.
"It wasn't a question," he whispered. "We'll get married. Soon."
His hands drifted to her burning behind and he slapped each cheek three times.
"My parents will be thrilled."
"So will mine," Seth said. "They actually still like you."
"That's nice to know. Do you still like me?"
"Sometimes."
She turned her head toward him. "I feel the same way."
"For now." He stood and trailed the belt over the buttocks. "But I'm not done yet, so you may change your mind."
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four