Corbin's Bend Season Two

by Livia Grant

  “Tell me how you feel when I spank you?” Kieran asked as they were cozying up on the sofa.

  “Mmm, that depends. Erotic or punishment?”

  “Start with erotic. That’s easier for me to understand.”

  “That feels really good. You start off slow, not hurting much. My body comes alive. It’s not just my behind. It gets me everywhere. And then the endorphins kick in. By then you’re spanking harder, but I can take it as all those chemicals are fizzing around my body. It just makes me want more. It does eventually become too much, but if you start slow, it takes ages before I’ve had enough. The heat spreads all over my lower body, right into my girlie bits. It makes me hungry for you like nothing else. When you spank me, you take ownership of me. I just want to please you. And of course be pleased by you. I like pretty rough sex after a spanking too. I don’t know why. Dominance I suppose. When you tie me up, or tug on my hair, it drives me wild.”

  Kieran could feel himself go hard at her words. While he had begun to get a kick out of spanking her, he couldn’t help the feeling of guilt. If he’d understood how good it made her, he wouldn’t have been so reluctant.

  “Isn’t it ridiculous, all this time I’ve been bonking your brains out, and we never talked about what you like. I can see you like it by how your body responds, but I never thought to ask you how it made you feel. I can definitely work with erotic spankings. Now tell me about punishment ones. What makes it punishment rather than reward? If it makes you feel that good, it’s hard to see how it would stop you doing something.”

  “They’re much harder to rationalize, because to be honest, yes they do make me feel good. And aroused too, if I’m truthful. But it’s what it does to my brain more than anything. I think it’s a good thing to be answerable to someone. Especially for me, because I act first think later, and my actions are often hurtful to people. I was an only child. I was spoiled rotten and usually got my own way by demanding it. Now as an adult, some of that behavior has continued and I don’t like it. But I don’t often recognize it until the damage is done. Then I hate myself.

  When I am punished, it does two things. It makes me reflect on what I’ve done and it helps me let go of some of the self-loathing. When you lecture me, it makes me confront my failings, which I usually try to hide from. I hate that I’ve let you down almost as much as I am disappointed in myself. It’s both cleansing and correctional. The spankings themselves are not pleasurable, because there isn’t the gentle warm up, and they’re a heck of a lot more severe, but the feeling that you care and that you have forgiven me, that is where most of the pleasure comes from. The physical pleasure only comes after the emotional one, and after some of the pain subsides. But when we make love then, it’s like a reunion. I probably haven’t explained that very well, but it’s all I can think of to say.”

  “No, you did a pretty good job. I think I get the difference. Next question, how am I supposed to know what to punish you for? I don’t want to be some sort of tyrant that picks on you because I come home in a bad mood. Ange said something about having agreed punishable offences with Jim. Should we do that?”

  “We definitely should. I also think the maintenance works well. I feel calmer and I’m far more pleasant when I’m calm.”

  “Damn, we need to ask Marcus when it’s safe to have some hanky spanky,” Kieran growled. “I’d love to redden that beautiful arse right now and have you beg for mercy.”

  “Shit, I forgot to ask that, but we’re good for the other. Marcus gave me a contraceptive shot.”

  “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you,” Kieran said.

  “But you make it hurt so good,” Carla teased. “How about we see how it goes?” She headed for her bedroom and Kieran followed. He watched her undress.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said as she pulled her light sweater off. She had no bra on and he got an eyeful of her pert tits as the sweater came up over her face.

  “Ha, funny how you say that when my face is covered,” Carla said with a small laugh.

  “Any more of that, and you might get a spanking even without Marcus’ permission. YOUR face is beautiful, your body is beautiful and you’re beautiful inside,” Kieran said sharply.

  “Ooh, dominant Kieran. I like it,” Carla teased as she pulled down her sweatpants. When she leaned over to pull them off her feet, he couldn’t resist one tiny little smack, then he felt sorry for the other pale cheek looking so left out, so he landed another. He saw how her eyes shone with excitement.

  “Sorry, no more until we know it’s safe,” he told her.

  “Meanie. Hey, why am I the only one naked here? Get them off, quick.”

  “I thought I was the one giving the orders around here. Get your gorgeous ass up on that bed so I can torture it with my tongue.” He stripped off quickly and proceeded to do just that. He licked and nipped every part of Carla’s body until she was moaning in ecstasy, paying particular attention to her lovely honey pot. It felt so good to taste her again. She was every bit as responsive as he had remembered, her hips bucking and thrashing with his attentions. He wanted to hear her moan, to bring her to the edge of reason, using only his tongue.

  “I need you inside, please,” Carla begged.

  “Soon, sweetheart. I want you to come this way first. Come for me, darlin’.” He felt her legs tense and stiffen at his shoulders. He worked his tongue faster, nipping down on her clit. He pushed his tongue inside as deep as it could go, thrusting as far and as fast as he could. Alternating each technique, he felt the tension mount until she finally snapped, screaming her excitement. Only then did he climb back level with her head. He reached for the bedside locker for a condom.

  “No need,” Carla told him.

  He pushed his engorged member gently inside, still fearful she might be tender. She felt so good, her juices mingling with his own to create a sensation of smooth silk. His entry was so easy that he had to hold back. She seemed to be sucking him in. Skin on skin, no barrier. It was just sublime.

  “You feel too good. I don’t know how long I’ll survive,” Kieran moaned. He gradually increased the tempo, making sure Carla was comfortable. She was urging him on, wanting it harder and faster. Her hips were rising to meet his thrust. They moved together, each urging the other. He could feel his senses heightening and his body tingling. His balls contracted. Carla came with a frenzied intensity, and her pussy contractions were the final straw as he pushed hard, forcing his seed deep inside. As they reached the heights of their combined ecstasy, Kieran O’Brien was pretty darn sure he was in heaven.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Honestly, if she doesn’t back off, there will be a funeral before the wedding,” Carla snapped, slamming down the phone.

  “Betty, I take it,” Kieran said with a sigh.

  “Yes, my darn annoying, interfering mother soon to be your mother in law.”

  “This is your last warning. Go easy on her. She has one daughter: of course she wants the wedding to be special. She has relented on having it here rather than Denver. Is it really that important what color the dresses are, or if you have one more bridesmaid, or which florist you choose? Be reasonable.”

  “It’s my wedding,” Carla said, only too aware of how petulant she sounded. Her brain was saying shut the hell up, but somehow her lips kept moving, excreting whiney, childish complaints.

  “One more word, and I promise you your ass is going to be on fire.”

  “You always take her side,” Carla complained.

  “I do not. I agreed with you on the location. I agreed with you on the date. I just think you have to give her a little. She’s excited for you, sweetheart.”

  “Give a little, she wants to add four more bridesmaids. Four! And wearing peach meringues! I’ll be a laughing stock. Especially as it’s a civil service.”

  “Right! Upstairs. In the corner. You know spoiled brat behavior is our number one rule. Take out the paddle and hold it over your head as usual.”

  “That�
��s not fair.”

  “Life’s not fair, honeybun, and this was your rule. Hop to it or you will feel my belt too.”

  Carla stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She stripped down to her underwear. She almost removed them as a final insult because she knew how much he enjoyed baring her. But last minute she changed her mind. She knelt down, arms aloft, palms upward with the paddle resting on them. God how she hated that position, her arms tired so. She hoped he wouldn’t keep her waiting too long. But he did. By the time he got there, her tantrum had fairly flown out of her.

  “What have you to say for yourself, young lady?”

  “I’m sorry. I behaved childishly. And I shouldn’t have slammed the door.”

  “Apology accepted. What happens to young ladies who should know better when they behave childishly?”

  “They get spanked, sir.”

  “Over here, and ask me nicely for your punishment.”

  Carla knew the score, she didn’t get up, but shuffled on her knees across to the bed, still holding the paddle aloft. She offered it to him.

  “Sir, would you please give me the spanking I deserve for behaving like a brat.”

  Her request obviously satisfied him. Often when she didn’t get it right, or if she didn’t sound contrite, he would leave the room until she had attained the right level of obedience. Sometimes it could happen twice or three times. She hated that, as she had to wait on her knees and continue holding the paddle until he returned.

  “You may assume the position,” Kieran replied. She felt his eyes on her as she put two pillows to the end of the bed, positioned her hips across them and spread her legs wide. But obviously not wide enough as he pushed them further apart. Goddamn, her wetness had no hiding place. He always did that. Over the past six months he had really grown into his role of head of house and she was certain he enjoyed making her squirm these days.

  “We are not going to have this behavior for the next two months, is that clear?” Kieran said firmly.

  “Yes, sir,” Carla replied. Already she was regretting her decision to put her wedding off until the start of the summer. All because of some stupid romantic notion she had that it would be a good omen. If they had married in January or February like Kieran had wanted, it would all be over by now. And the snowy weather would have prevented many people from coming and all these arguments would never have had the chance to flourish. She flinched as she felt the cool wood of the paddle trace her bottom. She knew a swat would follow. Kieran whacked her ten times on each cheek with no warm up. Straight in to the firm hard spanks. Carla tried to focus on keeping her position rather than the pain of each stroke. He aimed them all low, right on that spot where her bottom met her thighs ensuring she would feel the effect for the rest of the day. Fast and firm.

  “Don’t move. I’m not finished with you,” he warned. She heard him rummage in the wardrobe and when he returned, he leaned down at her feet. She felt him attach the spreader bar to her ankles and her pussy pooled with anticipation. A punishment fuck. Oh how she loved those, but she tried to hide her excitement. The last thing she wanted was him to take them away.

  “No,” she protested, and kicked with her legs trying to prevent him attaching the second cuff. She felt the delicious sting of his hand on her already punished buttocks. She stifled her moans of pleasure and kept struggling. Another five swats and she cooperated. The struggle, the hand spanks, his gaining the advantage all drove her wild. She could feel her blood pounding through her veins. He gently pulled her round to a sitting position with her legs separated and her pussy on display.

  “Pleasure me,” he demanded, pulling his erect cock out of his pants. That he hadn’t even undressed just added to the excitement. She moved her head to his engorged shaft and gleefully took it deep in her mouth, he tasted so good. She worked her mouth up and down with every intention of making him come. She wanted the victory. The spreader bar meant he intended fucking her and much as she wanted it, she adored making him lose control. She felt his shaft thicken further. Precum was oozing into her mouth. As she felt his cock begin to tingle, she knew she had his attention and she sucked harder and faster.

  “Stop, brat,” he groaned. He pulled his cock out with ferocity and flipped her round again. His finger circled her anus. “I should take you in here for that little display,” he said, pushing his finger in slightly. She flinched as he breached her tightness and pooled further. He had been threatening that for a while and Carla was curious as hell. She loved the feeling of a plug and figured his smooth shaft would feel so much better. She was almost disappointed as he plunged hard into her feminine folds. Her pussy contracted around him pulling him as deep as possible. He thrust hard and fast, punishing her cunt as surely as he had punished her ass moments before. And she loved it, every single punishing stroke. She erupted into a violent orgasm just before he pumped his last and he too exploded.

  “You weren’t supposed to enjoy that. Not much of a punishment,” he teased.

  “It’s done more than you think. I feel so much calmer. I’ll ring Mom and find some sort of compromise. I’m fed up fighting her. It’s only one day for her, but we get forever.”

  “Good girl,” he praised. He kissed the tip of her nose before releasing her from her restraints.

  * * * * *

  When Carla woke up in her guest bed, she was filled with excitement. The sun was shining gloriously as she jumped out of bed. She tried to remember to keep quiet as her parents would still be sleeping in her bed. Her last night in her home and she didn’t even get her own bed. She bounced to the bathroom and showered taking care not to wet her hair. Dressed in a bathrobe, she entered the kitchen quietly to get some breakfast. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her mother said good morning.

  “Mom, it’s only six a.m, what on earth are you doing up?” Carla asked.

  “My baby girl is getting married today, forgive me for being excited,” Betty said with a smile as she accepted Carla’s excited hug. Carla was so glad she had relented and gone to see Father Henry. He was happy to accommodate them, even though she had been married before. Finally her mother was getting the day she longed for. But Betty would have to make do without the peach meringues. Carla had asked Ange to act as maid of honor and relented on one cousin as a bridesmaid.

  If anyone was to ask Carla one thing that happened after that, she honestly couldn’t answer. She went around in a daze. Her make up was done, her hair styled and her dress put on without any active input from her. She just obeyed. It was as much as she could manage. Her thoughts were well and truly focused on what came next. Only when she was put standing in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, dragged there by her frustrated mother, did she wake up.

  Carla was stunned at what she saw staring back at her. She was radiating happiness, glowing from it. Her white long dress trimmed with emerald green was absolutely stunning. The fitted lace bodice seemed to accentuate everything she had and hide everything she didn’t. A push up bra had made the most of her small cleavage and her tanned skin contrasted stunningly with the pure white. Spaghetti shoulder straps gave her the security that it would stay in place, while still allowing her shapely shoulders to show through. The slim skirt made the most of her nice round bottom, and as Kieran fondly called them, child bearing hips. Her auburn tresses had been upstyled but a few tendrils left loose to cascade down her back. Yes, Carla Methon very much liked the reflection that stared back at her.

  Ange and Emma both looked stunning in their ballet length emerald green dresses. One blonde, one fair, they made a pretty picture. Hank was snap happy, taking photos of everyone even though they had a professional photographer doing the very same. Carla had to get downright disrespectful in her manner to convince him to put down the camera to enable the photographer to get some pictures of the father of the bride and the bride together.

  They walked the short walk to St Michael’s together. Carla cursed her heels for forcing her to slow down. She w
anted to run! Once they entered the church, Betty took her place up front. The organist, Lizzy Mayfield, was waiting in the hall. She let the bridal party settle themselves a little before taking her seat. The glorious strains of Mendlesshon’s Wedding March filled the church as Ange and Emma started the interminable walk to the aisle. Kieran and Jim turned. Both were dashing in their morning suits. And so alike, Kieran just a younger version of Jim. At least she knew what she was getting, she thought contentedly. Kieran smiled and Jim had the cheek to send her a mischievous wink as her father accompanied her up the aisle.

  “You look so beautiful, my sweet forever summer,” Kieran whispered as he took her from Hank. And Carla really felt beautiful. Inside and out. Their new life as a couple was about to start.

  The End

  Tara Finnegan

  The accidental writer, that's me! A lot of writers will tell you that they dreamed of being a writer for years and were making up stories from when they were knee high to a grasshopper. And a lot of them loved English class. I dodged all forms of essay (not even bothering to look for an original or plausible excuse) and entertained myself and my poor desk mate during my English classes by very rudely paraphrasing and taking the mickey out of Francis Bacon...yep, looking back, that's probably when I should have had my first good spanking. If not for wasting my own education, then surely for distracting my misfortunate neighbour.

  Then I started an affair with my computer, so much so that I nearly had to be surgically removed from it. And what's an affair without a good measure of hot sex and erotic spanking? And that's how it happened! When I'm not writing, I'm a wife and mother living in the West of Ireland. My job description varies from taxi service, washerwoman, chief cook, gofer and general finder of lost items. The writing has to fit in around that.