Marla: A Lesbian Domestic Discipline Romance Trilogy

by Summers, Leandra

  “I’m here,” Marla stammered. Perhaps this had not been such a good idea . “Here? Where?” Claire seemed confused. “At your door,” Marla said. “How did you get here? Please tell me you did not come alone at night,” Claire burst out. The door buzzed open. “Come up immediately,” Claire instructed. She sounded angry and Marla felt tempted to turn around. “And don’t you dare think of running away,” Claire ordered as if she could read her mind. Marla miserably trailed upstairs, her earlier brave mood gone. Claire had the front door open and was waiting. She looked concerned and angry. Grabbing Marla, she kissed her and looked her up and down. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yes, I just wanted to surprise you.”

  “Honey, I love surprises, but not like this. Not telling Emma and Skylar and just coming over by yourself this late is not safe. Which way did you come?”

  “The ferry,” Marla said. “The ferry: the river! At this time of night! Babe it is too dark to do that. You need to think about your safety more carefully. I think you need some help to remind you.” Claire said grimly. “Come here!” She grabbed Marla and taking her through to the lounge she pulled over the back of the thick sofa chair. Before Marla could even squeal she started spanking her bottom hard. Marla tried to protest but found herself pulled up and her jeans pulled down. She found her voice and shouted out, “No Claire! Please I just wanted to surprise you.”

  “There are ways to surprise me without endangering yourself or worrying others!” Claire retorted. She pushed her back down with one hand and started smacking her panty clad bottom hard. It really stung. Marla eyes watered. This felt harder than before. She felt miserable and guilty. Spank…spank…spank...a volley of unrelenting smacks continued landing on her upper back thighs and bottom. She started crying and sobbing. Claire stopped and pulled her up right. Grabbing Marla by the tops arms she shook her lightly. “Never do that again, Marla, do you understand me?” Marla nodded and lowered her head. She felt ashamed. She had wanted to surprise Claire, but part of her admitted she knew it was because she felt insecure and wanted to know Claire would look after her. Claire sighed and pulled her into an embrace. “Babe,” she said, “If you want to know if I love you or if anything has changed, you need to speak to me openly. Okay?” She lifted Marla’s chin, “Okay?”

  “Yes,” Marla whispered. “Good girl. Come on, let’s sit down and have a drink.” She said. Marla felt her spirits lift. Claire did love her. Goodness she was a brat: testing Claire like this. “I’m starting at Emma’s practice tomorrow,” Claire said, raising her wine glass to her lips, “or perhaps I should say my and Emma’s practice. So what do you think about staying here tonight and we go in together tomorrow?” Marla nodded. “But first,” Claire said sternly, “You will call Emma and apologize for the anxiety you have caused.”

  “Can’t I do that tomorrow?” Marla pleaded. She hated that she had worried Emma and Skylar and wanted to ignore that feeling for as long as she could. “Now babe,” Claire stood up, arms folded. “Okay, okay,” Marla picked up her phone. She apologized and then handed over the phone to Claire at Emma’s instruction. Claire assured Emma the issue had been dealt with and rang off. “Come on babe, let’s get ready for bed. For sleeping, not anything else,” she added. “I don’t want to reward you for your behavior this evening.” Claire looked at Marla as she pouted. Marla was desirable, so sexy and innocent, but she knew she needed to stand firm in this relationship.

  Chapter 6

  The next ten days followed a similar busy pattern as Claire settled into the practice. Marla went for two job interviews at nearby museums. They saw each other on alternate nights. Marla felt her closer and closer to Claire. That night at dinner at the local restaurant below the apartment, Claire looked at her. “Babe, what do you think about moving in with me?” Marla felt her breath catch in her throat. “Yes, yes,” she exclaimed throwing her arms around Claire’s neck, causing the other dinners to glance their way. Claire laughed. “I see I needn’t have been worried about asking you. Babe,” she continued, “I will be up and down the next few days, so we will need to delay moving in for a week or so. There is something I need to sort out-out of town.”

  Out of town, Marla did not like the sound of that. “Is something wrong?” she asked. “No. It’s a surprise. Just trust me. Okay?” Marla agreed but she felt curious. Over the next few days she saw Claire less. She kept her mind on her job and tried to join in Emma’s joy as the practice increased in success yet her work load diminished. Skylar and Emma helped her to pack up her belongings in readiness for the move. She did not have that much: just her clothes and few art paintings she had liked and bought.

  On the night she was supposed to see Claire, Claire text to say she had to go out of town again and could not make it. Marla felt annoyed . I bet she has another girlfriend or a troublesome ex, s he thought. Immediately she felt ashamed of that thought. She trusted Claire. Skylar and Emma noticed her quietness but decided not to comment, assuming she was missing Claire. The next day Marla woke in a black mood. She felt convinced that Claire was ignoring her. She had not even responded to her text last night. At breakfast she snapped at Emma when she asked her how she had slept. “Marla,” Skylar said. ‘There is no need to talk to Emma like that. Apologize at once!” Marla felt contrite knowing she was being unfair to them both. “Sorry Emma,” she said. “What is wrong?” Skylar said, “You have been so grumpy the past few days.”

  “Nothing,” Marla said trying not to let her eyes show she was lying. “If something is worrying you please tell us Marla.” Emma said. “Keep out of my business!” Marla cried. She ran from the kitchen and up to her room. Her packed bags lay on the floor looking like abandoned suitcases in an airport hall. She did not even feel like going to work. She heard footsteps and Emma entered her room. “Marla, even though you are not legally under our care, it is not acceptable for you to run out like that or be rude to Skylar or me.” Emma said. “We have rules in this house and you will obey them or face the consequences. I suggest you start talking.” Marla sat up and said hiccupping, “Claire..., Claire does not love me anymore.”

  “What?”Emma exclaimed, half laughing. “Don’t be silly. Of course she does. She can’t stop talking about you at work. Drives me, Neil and Laura crazy! Why would you think that?”

  “She did not answer my text last night and she’s hardly seen me this week.” Emma sighed and said sternly, “Marla, didn’t Claire tell you she needs to be out of town now and then and would see less of you this week?”

  “Yes she did,” Marla admitted, “but I am her girlfriend and she could have taken me with her. Unless she has something to hide from me. What is she doing any way?” Marla pouted. “Marla, you need to think logically and not accuse Claire of anything,” Emma said sternly. “Be patient or you might find yourself find yourself in hot water. You are acting like a brat. Trust Claire. She loves you and I am sure she will explain everything on Saturday when she’s back”.

  Well maybe I won’t be around on Saturday, Marla thought. I won’t just sit around waiting like a good little puppy dog. Thursday and Friday passed with Marla’s mood getting worse. Skylar phoned Claire to make her aware of the situation. Claire laughed grimly. “That little minx,” she said, “she needs to be taught a proper lesson.”

  Saturday dawned. Marla felt excited, yet also a host of conflicting emotions. What if Claire did not want her, what if she had changed her mind about moving in together, what if…. She shook her head. She was not going to wait around for her like a love sick puppy. The irony that she had been acting like a love sick puppy the last few days was lost on her.

  She packed her bag and set off to meet Natalie at the nearby running park. Natalie had not seen her since they had celebrated their exam so the first few hours was spent catching up. Marla was aware she felt a bit uncomfortable and guilty. What if Claire was back and looking for her? They had lunch together at the park restaurant. As their lunch arrived, Natalie finally asked, “Marla, what is wrong with you? You se
em so fidgety. Your phone has rung twice and you won’t answer it.”Looking at her friend’s kind eyes, Marla felt herself tear up. The story tumbled from her lips. Natalie laughed and said, “Marla, I think you best go home. It sounds like Claire really loves you and this is not fair on her. You are acting like a spoilt child. Off you go.”

  “But what about you? We agreed to spend the whole day together.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Natalie said. “Honestly I will be. Never let it be said I stood in the way of true love.” They both giggled.

  Mala hugged her friend and hurried off. She looked at her phone. Darn. Both calls had been from Claire. She felt bad. Claire would be worried. She dared not call her back. Marla arrived at Emma and Skylar’s. “Where have you been?” Skylar exploded. “Claire is beside herself with worry. This is not the way to treat her, Marla.”

  “I know,” Marla said miserably. “I have half a mind to take my belt to you. But I think I best leave that to Claire. Get in the car,” Skylar ordered, “I am taking you around to Claire’s.” Marla swallowed. She wanted to protest but Skylar looked angry enough without being provoked further. Skylar drove calmly in silence and watched as Marla entered Claire’s building. Picking up her phone she dialed Claire’s number. “Marla’s on her way up,” she said. “I think she is well aware she will be disciplined.” Claire shoulders relaxed with relief. She had been so worried. “Thanks, Skylar,” she said. “My brat will get exactly what she needs. I intent to start off the way I aim to go on.”

  Chapter 7

  Marla continued up to the flat. Her heart beat uncomfortably fast. Claire came out of the front door to meet her. Without saying a word she took her bag and led her into the apartment. The afternoon sun was bright through lounge glass window and Marla stood embraced in Claire’s arms, inhaling her unique scent and letting her heart beat slow down. Claire looked at her. “Marla, have you changed your mind about us being together?” she asked. Marla gasped. “No, no, of course not, I love you…I just thought, thought you did not want me.” she finished. “Why?” Claire asked. “Because, because…you did not answer my text the night before and I…well, I did not see you much for the week.” she finished lamely. It sounded so pathetic said out loud. “So even though I told you I’d be busy and I contacted you as much as I could via text and told you I’d be back on Saturday, you decided to doubt me and take it out on Emma and Skylar.” Claire said. “Er, um…” Marla squirmed. She had been such an idiot.

  “I see. Well, I think we need to put this right immediately,” Claire said. “In this relationship, we will trust each other, value each other and others and not run away from each other or our feelings. Do you understand me Marla?” Marla nodded. “Before I give you the spanking you richly deserve,” Marla gasped in dismay as Claire continued unperturbed at the impact her words had just had. “I want to show you something.” She picked up a brown manila envelope lying on the glass coffee table. “Open it,” she instructed. Marla opened the flap. Inside was a sheaf of documents. “Take a look babe,” Claire instructed. On the first page was an advert of the cabins they had gone to for the week long holiday with Skylar and Emma. It made Marla feeling good looking at it, but she was puzzled. “Turn to the next page,” Claire said with a hint of excitement in her voice. Marla turned to the next page. The writing in bold jumped out at her, whilst the rest seemed to fade into unimportance:

  ‘Owned by Claire Maria Johnson and Marla Jane Wilcott.’ She gasped. Just below that was a picture of a small, beautifully designed, wooden cabin and the address listed underneath showed as: ‘No 23.The Pine Nest.’

  “What…what?” she managed to get out. Claire grinned. “That’s what I was doing babe. I bought a holiday cabin in both our names. It was the place where we connected and a place I feel close to my father. I wanted us to have something special together as we start off our life as a couple.” Marla cried; she could not help it. She felt so bad; she had been so silly. Claire had bought them a cabin together and she had behaved like a major brat! She could hardly take it in.

  She hung her head. “Claire,” she said, “Babe, you are so amazing and I am so silly. I don’t’ deserve you. I am so sorry for my poor behavior.” Claire nodded, glad that her brat was seeing how her behavior had not been acceptable. “Don’t ever say that you do not deserve someone,” she instructed. “You are a gorgeous woman and deserving of love and spoiling. That does not mean you can get away with bad behavior though. Go through to the bedroom and take your clothes off. I think you need to learn that lesson as soon as possible.”

  Marla felt her legs tremble. Claire’s voice clearly indicated that removing her clothes was not going to lead to a pleasurable experience. “No need for that, Claire,” she said, “I have learnt my lesson. I’m sorry I was unpleasant to Emma and Skylar and I know it was childish to run off. I’m sorry.” she looked hopefully at Claire. Claire smiled tenderly. “That good’s babe,” she said, “I am glad you feel you have learnt something. I will reinforce that with a good solid spanking. Now go.” She pushed Marla toward the bedroom. Marla lingered. “I can help you undress,” Claire said. Marla hurriedly entered the bedroom; she thought the best action might be to be as obedient as she could. Besides Claire had spanked her before, it was just a matter getting through it. She undressed slowly. Claire entered the bedroom and crossed to the bedside draw and took out a large brown wooden hair brush. Well it looked like a hair brush, Marla thought, but without the bristles on it. Claire brought it over to the bed and Marla looked at her and the brush, realization and fear dawning in her eyes. “Marla,” she said, “I will be spanking you with my hand and then the paddle brush. If I need to repeat the lesson I will, but I hope I won’t have to.” Unconsciously Marla’s hand covered her bottom. She backed away to the door. “Um, I just need to...” she said. “Come here,” Claire demanded. When Marla continued to back away she strode forward two paces, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. She placed the paddle brush next to her and started to spank Marla’s white bottom with her hand. The smacks were loud and hard and soon turned Marla’s cheeks red. To her credit Marla moved as little as possible and tried not to cry out. Claire was proud of her as she knew it had to hurt. She landed ten hard spanks to the back of her soft, rounded thighs which made Marla cry out. “Stop it now Claire! Enough! I’m sorry. Besides it was sort of your fault as well. You…” she did not get to finish her indignant sentence as Claire realized her brat definitely needed a harder lesson. She changed her leg position, trapping Marla’s legs between her on and lifting her one thigh. Marla’s bottom lifted higher into the air and she shrieked and had to use her arms to try and support herself on the floor. It felt so undignified. She saw the paddle brush move out of the corner of her eye as Claire picked it up. “I think you need to be able to take responsibility for your own behavior Marla and not blame someone else.” Claire remonstrated, resting the paddle brush against Marla’s heated buttocks.

  “Yes, no, yes, I do. I take responsibility. Sorry, sorry.”She shrieked. The paddle brush made a whooshing sound as Claire lifted it and then bought it down hard right over Marla’s sit spot five times without pause. It stung and burnt and the paddle brush generated a pain Marla had not felt before. She tried to buck and twist away, but she was held firmly between Claire’s muscular thighs. The paddle bush turned its attention to her right cheek, then the left one. Crying and sobbing promises aloud, Marla squirmed and wept her way through the next ten that landed on the crease line where her thighs meet her bottom. The pain felt indescribable. She sagged down and wept loudly. Claire stopped. She put her hand on Marla’s back and rubbed gently. “Honey,” she said, “have you learnt your lesson do you think?”

  “Yes, yes, babe” Marla sobbed. Claire pulled her onto her lap and held her, seeing Marla wince as her swollen, hot bottom made contact with her thighs. She felt so delicious; this warm, softly rounded, feminine body sitting on her lap, sobbing gently, her grey/blue eyes all innocent and s
lightly outraged. She lifted her chin. The penitent part won out as grey eyes looked her. “I’m sorry, Claire,” she said sweetly, face tear stained, but relief showing through her posture and expression. "I love you and I never want to be anywhere else but with you.”

  Ah, my Marla , Claire thought, I know just how to manage you .

  The End

  About the Author

  Leandra Summers lives with her loving partner and two cats. She loves travelling and has made it her mission to live in as many countries as possible. Her philosophy is to embrace life and encourage others to do the same.

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  Leandra Summers Books

  Marla: Learning the Rules

  http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01FCAVCX6

  More Marla: Testing the Boundaries

  http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01FT1JRKI

  Managing Marla: Needing her Guidance

  http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01GADY42K

  Fields of Sugar: A Lesbian Romance

  http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01GLZ0HNC