by Jade Cary
Jed lit a fire while I stood in the corner with my sweater up and my panties down like a naughty little girl, and I felt every bit of it. Once he got a good flame going he stood again over my left shoulder. Ice shards passed over my shoulders and my nipples hardened and contracted under my sweater.
“Tell me why you’re standing in the corner with your panties down, Chandler Elise.” Tears slid down my cheeks. I shook my head as if to ward off the incoming humiliation, and I looked to the ceiling to keep tears at bay that just weren’t cooperating.
“I, uh…” I swallowed and tried again. “Um, I’m…you’re—I’m in tr-trouble.”
“You’re in serious trouble. I’m going to spank your bare ass. Do you know why?”
“I went against you.”
“You disobeyed me. Say it.”
“I dis-I disobeyed you.” I slammed my eyes shut as tears leaked out the sides and ran down my face.
“And what happened because you disobeyed me?”
“I got hurt.”
I have no idea what these people are capable of, but all we can do now is take precautions and lay low.
That had been his warning, and I ignored it.
“Yeah, you did. And that is unacceptable to me. I want to ask if you understand that, but I feel like we’re having the exact same conversation we had last week, while you were feeling my belt. I’m trying to understand why we’re here again, talking about the same damn thing. Can you answer that for me? Why are we here again?”
“Because I didn’t tell you about the real estate office last week. I should have. I’m sorry, Jed.”
“Yes, you should have. And I’ll bet you’re sorry. Now we’re on the same page. Stand there and think about the spanking you are going to get in just a minute.”
He disappeared from my back, and I felt the air change immediately. It was still chilly, the fire having yet to reach my freshly bared skin. Every nerve, from my lower back to the backs of my knees, was firing, tingling shards of electricity caressing my skin like the sweetest kiss. I was swollen and damp between my legs, and that fact was perhaps more humiliating than actually being made to stand in the corner bare-assed. I should not have been aroused by any of this, yet here I was, in the corner wearing damp panties.
Gah!
“Come here, Chandler Elise.”
Oh, God. This was it. And if he continued middle-naming me, I’d lose my mind.
I dropped my sweater back over my cold bum and legs, and the warmth was instant. My knees wobbled, as did my chin. He stood in front of the large desk and for the first time since I walked in here twenty minutes ago, I saw it. How the hell had I missed it coming in? When did it arrive? Did Jed bring it in with him when he got home, or had it been sitting here on the desk all day, mocking me like a hooker exiting a cake to an empty room?
The desk was empty, except for the lamp with the green glass shade, and a light colored wood paddle, which seemed to glow golden against the almost black mahogany desk.
How had I missed it?
It didn’t matter. It was sitting on the desk, plain as rain, and Jed’s intent, if I was reading this correctly, was to use it.
On me.
While bare.
I stared at the implement open mouthed, but Jed gave me no time to ponder the what-ifs, or how to get out of it.
“Bend over the desk.”
Huh, what now?
My left hand grappled for the edge to keep from fainting. You cannot be serious. All ideas of taking this stoically flew out the window when Jed jerked his head toward the desk once, indicating he was through talking.
The edge of the desk hit me at my belly button as I leaned against it and braced my palms flat on either side of the paddle. It was a foot long, the business end a bit longer than half that. It was thin, less than half an inch thick. This shouldn’t be too bad, I thought, having no idea, of course, what the fuck I was talking about.
“Lay flat, arms over your head, grab the edge of the desk.”
“Jed, please…” I tried.
“This is going to happen, Chandler. Maria and Carlos are home at nine, and if we’re still at this when they walk through the door, so be it. Flat, arms out, hands around the edge of the desk.”
I blinked several times, as if he were speaking a foreign language. I’d never heard him so determined. I wanted to talk it out, plead my case, talk him into a lighter sentence. He was having none of it.
“I can take you over my knee and paddle you until you’re more agreeable, or you can do as you’re told and we can get to this right now. Up to you.”
I sniffled and held back a sob as I stretched across the width of the desk, extended my arms over my head, and grabbed the edge of the opposite side. My knuckles brushed against the arms of the leather chair my father, and now Jed, sat in every day. The paddle slid from my view, and Jed stepped to my left. He lifted my sweater to the middle of my back and rested his hand on my left shoulder.
Something popped in the fireplace and I heard a whoosh through the air, and then my ass exploded. My eyes flew open as fire engulfed my backside like I’d sat on a bed of hot coals. My mouth flew open but nothing came out. I shot up and backed away, face contorted into a death grimace, tears stinging my eyes. I grabbed my scorched buns with both hands.
“Get back over here,” Jed ordered with a flick of the paddle toward the desk.
“No, Jed, please,” I pleaded, a single sob—my first one—escaping my open, stunned mouth, my brain only just registering the inexplicable pain across my ass cheeks in equal measure getting worse, not better.
He was not in the mood to talk, for he took one step toward me, snatched my arm, and dragged me to the couch, where he sat and hauled me across his lap. He removed my panties entirely and wasted no time with chatter. The paddle fell in rapid succession while I kicked, screamed, squirmed and cursed his mama.
“You let me know when you’re ready to bend over the desk like a good girl.”
“I’m ready, I’m ready! Please!” I announced after a dozen fast and furious whacks that left my ass throbbing. How would I take more?
He set me on my feet and escorted me back to the desk. “As I said, we can go at this all night.” He pushed me flat and tapped my hands with the edge of the paddle. I grabbed the edge of the desk, Jed bared me again, and then straightened. “All night.”
A crack penetrated the quiet room and the burn of a thousand hornets rose on my backside. I cried out and pounded the desk with my fists. He reared back and the paddle crashed against my ass again. My legs flew up and I kicked behind me out of instinct and self-preservation.
“Spread your legs.” I was determined to cooperate so this would end. Yes, if I cooperated this would end after a couple more…just a couple more. I could handle that.
I separated my legs, and Jed slid the paddle between my thighs and tapped. “Wider, as wide as you can.” I did as I was told, my big toes the only things touching the ground, forcing me to balance on my stomach. I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands. Jed adjusted my sweater higher, pressed his hand into the center of my back, pulled his arm back and brought the paddle down again. My torso jerked and I struggled against his hand to rise, but he held me in place. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him raise his arm again.
“Please Jed, no!” I threw my right hand back. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea, because a minute of this was far better than a broken hand. That it only reached my lower back was of no consequence to Jed. He held it tight across my back and laid two more, hard and fast across the center of both cheeks. I screamed.
“Jed, pleeeease!”
“I’m not playing. I told you I was going to spank you like you’ve never been spanked before.” He pulled his arm back and the paddle connected again, leaving another white line of fire on top of too many previous to comprehend. “Are you starting to believe me?”
“Yeees!” I growled. If I thought the spanking I got in his truck, or the one with his b
elt last week, was the worst Jed had to offer, or that the thin paddle wouldn’t be ‘too bad’, he disabused me of that notion with another application of that hard, thin, ‘not too bad’ implement against my bare bottom. God, that thing stung like a motherfucker.
“I…please, Jed, I can’t…” I gasped.
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t take…please, it stings…”
“I know it stings. And I’m nowhere near done.” The paddle hovered above the intended target and I raised my legs, thinking that would block him until I could catch my breath. They flailed uselessly, spread as they were, the angle all wrong for interference of any kind. Jed waited until I dropped them, then he laid wood on my lower half, where ass meets leg, and he did it fast, first on the left, then on the right. I struggled to get up, to scoot over, to in some way get away from him. He separated my legs with not-very-gentle slaps with the paddle to my inner thighs, and once they were open wide to his satisfaction, he brought it down sharply across both cheeks, right where my ass would hit a chair, if sitting hadn’t just become a memory.
I was crying now, wahhhhing and snarfing like a baby, but Jed remained undeterred. He laid that paddle down across my naked nethers again. I couldn’t breathe.
“Are you starting to get the message, young lady?”
“Yes,” I squealed. “Please, Jed.”
He swung his hand back and let the paddle fall again. I kicked my legs and stomped my toes on the rug like it was my last dance. “Legs spread, toes touching the floor, hands grabbing the desk. I will not say it again.”
“I…I c-c-caan-nnnot…take…ahhhh! Godammit, Jed!” I grunted, proving that I indeed could when he plastered that paddle across my bare bottom again. I sobbed breathlessly into the mahogany, believing that if he lowered that paddle against my bottom one more time, I’d pass out. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. My ass throbbed in concert with the rapid beating of my heart, and there was no let up, no relief, no die-off of that sting that seemed to only get worse the longer I stood bent over the desk.
Jed leaned down with his mouth against my left ear, his left hand still pressing me into the desk, and his right arm over my back. He set the paddle down on the desk near my right hip. A fervent wail filled the quiet study, and I realized it was coming from me. I couldn’t stop. I understood for the first time the benefits of a good cry. It was the only thing keeping me from passing out. I flexed the fingers of the hand he had planted at my back, and they brushed against his. His hold shifted from my wrist and his fingers laced with mine. I sobbed, and it came from the deepest place inside me, a place heretofore untapped.
“I said this was a beginning,” he said against my ear. “I will spank you hard, just like this, when your arrogance and your disobedience places you in harm’s way. I won’t put up with it, not ever. Keep those legs wide, young lady. I am not through with you yet.”
“Oh, God,” I cried out, knowing I’d lose my mind if he continued. I was afraid. My headspace was already different, strange, foreign. I didn’t want to leave this reality for another one. The desk was wet where my tears had fallen; the man had no problem spanking me to tears; it didn’t take much. Maybe someday I’d learn to take this better; maybe someday I’d stop earning it. Jed eased my arm from behind my back and stretched it away from my body at ninety degrees, his fingers still laced with mine. He ran his right hand over the one stretched over my head and stretched that arm out like the left one, and curled my fingers around the short edge of the desk. I was stretched out now as if on a cross, legs spread, arms out like I was flying. Cool air caressed me between my legs. I was wet; it was the coldest point on my body, every remaining inch heated to an inferno thanks to stroke after stroke of a thin wooden paddle that stunned me into a stupor.
My breath hitched as I tried to hold my sobs at bay. Jed placed his hand at the small of my back and ran his hand under my sweater, caressed along my spine with the tip of a finger, pressed into the small of my back with the heel of his hand. Then he shifted and stood behind me. His left hand still over mine, fingers laced, he unfurled my right hand from the desk’s edge and covered it with his free hand. He curled his fingers between mine.
Jed pressed himself against me, his rough jeans like sandpaper against my raw flesh. I felt the ridge of his cock against the vulnerable cleft of my ass.
“What just happened to you, young lady?”
“I…” I dug deep for breath enough to talk. It had left me long ago. “I got a sp-a—a-anking.”
“You got a paddling. I haven’t spanked you yet. There is a difference, which I will show you soon.”
I gasped out a sob.
“Why did I paddle your bare bottom, Chandler Elise?
“I-I…” Oh, fuck, say it! “I dis-o-o-obeyed you.”
“That’s right. When it comes to your safety, and the safety of this ranch and this family, you will obey me. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Who do you belong to, young lady?”
“You, Jed.”
“Who punishes you on your bare ass when you need it?”
“You do.”
“Is there any doubt in your mind about that?”
“No.”
“What do you need to do in the future to avoid a bare bottom paddling just like this one?”
“O-ob-bey you.”
“Is there any doubt in your mind that I will do this again if I feel there’s a need?”
“No.” That came out on a sob. The floodgates could not be contained.
Jed gyrated behind me, scraping denim against what felt like a bad sunburn, reigniting a sting that hadn’t died down one iota.
“Stand up, Chandler Elise.”
Jed kept his fingers laced with mine as I rose gingerly. Blood flowed from my head, flooding my extremities; my bottom throbbed anew. He pulled me back against him, my bottom cradled at the apex of his thighs. He let go of my hands and laid his palms flat on my belly. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and his warm lips caressed the shell of my ear as tender as the flutter of butterfly wings.
“I want you back in that corner with your bottom bared to me, young lady. Get.” He caught the lower half of my right cheek with his palm. It throbbed in the shape of his hand, a phenomenon I’d have never guessed possible.
I stood in the corner with my sweater lifted, my tears dropping unhindered after submitting to Jed in every way a woman could, or so I thought.
Surrender
I ached.
It came from a deep place, inside my womb.
I ached.
My head was someplace else, somewhere distant; my hand, stretched out, longing to feel another’s.
I was floating above the clouds, and I was drowning in an inch of water. My body was on fire, tingles of electricity piercing every inch of me. My ass throbbed, and I throbbed between my legs, and I knew in that moment I would do anything, submit to anything, to feel his body stretched out along mine, to feel the weight of him on me, to feel his hard cock inside me, to feel his hands on my ass again.
I don’t know how long I stood in the corner with my sweater raised. Once, out of the corner of my eye I saw him sitting on the edge of the desk, tapping the edge of the paddle against his knee. Once, I thought I heard him speak. Hum? I answered, but only silence filled the room. Had I responded? Had he spoken?
“Take off the sweater, Chandler. I want you nude.” Jed was behind me, his palms pressed against the walls that met at the corner I faced, naughty, contrite, my head in another galaxy. I lifted it over my head and let it drop to the floor.
“Are you cold?”
I shook my head.
I couldn’t feel the floor underneath my stocking feet. I braced my hands against the wall. Sobs wracked my body; I shook with them. Jed was at my side in an instant.
“Shhh, baby. Settle down now. Daddy’s here.”
I thought I peed. Moisture tricked down my thighs. “I…can I go to the bathroom?” I
fell into him and I felt his mouth against my ear.
“Shhh shhh shhh. I got you. I got you, sweetheart.” Arms wrapped around my middle, he held me up as I fell into a half swoon. He swept me up and carried me to the bathroom, which was shared with the master bedroom my father and Maria slept in for fifteen years. Jed sat me on the toilet.
“Pee. Right now.” I obeyed as he searched for a washcloth, which he wet under the faucet. The cloth was warm, almost too hot, but it felt so good. He came at me with a wad of tissues and ordered me to blow. I obeyed. He ordered me to wipe myself; I obeyed. Then I was up off the commode and then I was on the couch with him, cradled in his lap and facing him again.
“Darling. Baby girl.” Jed brushed the hair off my face. “It’s okay now.”
“Do…d-do you…l-love me, Jed?”
His denim blue eyes filled and the muscles around his nose flexed. “How could you ask such a thing?” he whispered. “You’re wearing my ring. You’ve stolen my heart. You are my love, my life.” He gathered me in tight and held me, rocked me in his arms. I needed to hear those words, exactly how he said them. I’d not survive a session like this, one so intimate, so intense, if I doubted his love for even a second.
He held me for a very long time and, thanks to sips of water, I started to come out of it. The fog was clearing.
“Are…are you going to…spank me again?” I lifted my head and looked at him.
“I haven’t decided yet. Do you need more spanking?”
I did not answer. I needed something. A low flame licked my backside and I was certain that a single stroke of a feather would send me to a place from which I’d never return. My knees fell open. I could not take much more of the pulsating beat between my legs.
“I see.” His brows came together in stern reproach, and a tiny smirk adorned the corner of his mouth. He cupped my face in his big hand and brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Someone is thinking more about pleasure than about why she got a spanking just now.”