by Jane Henry
"Point made?" he asked. Her eyes were wide and humble as she nodded.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
"Good. Now we'll deal with the big issue, and when I'm done with you, we will put this all behind us." A look of fear crossed her face as she bit her lip.
"Yes, sir," she whispered. He removed his finger and pointed to the hallway where her bedroom was.
"Corner," he ordered. She knew by now that when she was in serious trouble, he expected her standing in the corner waiting for her punishment. It set the tone and humbled her before he spanked her.
"Yes, sir," she whispered again as she fled the room.
Matteo jumped when he heard a knock on her door. Jesus! He peeked through the peephole and saw Heidi standing at the doorway.
Shit!
He opened the door but not all the way, just enough so he could give her a chin lift.
"What's up, Heids?"
"Left my phone," she said sheepishly. "I think it's in Hillary's room, plugged in on her dresser. I'll just run in and—"
"I'll get it," he said, as nonchalantly as possible. "No worries. Dom's waiting. Just a minute."
He left the door open as he walked as quickly as he could to Hillary's room.
Had she heard him? Her face was impassive, and it was impossible to tell. He wouldn't ask. That would be too obvious. If she did hear anything, would she tell Dom?
Hillary jumped when he entered the room but kept her nose against the corner. Good girl. He spied Heidi's phone on the dresser, but first, stalked over to where Hillary was standing in the corner. He grabbed her ass, squeezing so hard he knew it would make her squirm, as he whispered in her ear.
"Good girl, standing in the corner like I told you. Your sister forgot her phone. Now you'll stay right here while I give it to her if you know what's good for you." He released her ass and gave her hair a little tug. "Yeah?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered, so low she was barely audible.
Walking over to the dresser, he removed Heidi's phone and walked back to the door, where Heidi was waiting. She eyed him suspiciously as he approached the door.
"Hill okay?" she asked.
"She's tired," he said. "Needs a little rest. This your phone?"
She nodded. "Thanks so much, Matt," she said, and thank God, she turned and trotted down the hall. He shut and locked the door behind them. Well, if Heidi suspected anything was up, she kept it to herself. Still. Jesus.
* * *
Matteo turned and faced the bedroom. Before he spanked Hillary, he always made sure he was under control. Anger was understandable, but spanking her when he was not in control of himself was unforgivable. And hell, he was angry. He'd made it clear how he felt about her locking the door, but now he had to address her dishonesty and her lack of trust in him.
Had he done anything deserving of the accusation? He'd ask her, after he striped her ass red. It was time she had his belt.
Matteo stalked into her bedroom and noted that she obediently kept her nose in the corner. He stood behind her, crossing his arms on his chest. The past few times he'd had to spank her, he sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her over to him. This time was more serious, and he had to make that clear.
"Hillary." His deep voice carried across the silence of the room. She knew he only called her by her full name when she was in trouble.
"Yes?" she whispered tentatively, nose still against the wall. He took in what she was wearing—a pale pink dress that clung to her deliciously—as he decided whether or not he'd have her lift her skirt. God, the platonic side of their relationship sucked the big one. Normally, he'd make her remove all her clothing for a punishment this serious, and when he was done, after she'd been thoroughly spanked, he would follow up with claiming her, taking her beneath him on her bed, and—
He closed his eyes and inhaled.
Fucking hell it was hard to dom a girl who was so sexy.
"Turn around."
She turned to face him and he grew hard. He could see her hardened nipples through the light fabric of her dress. Was she turned on by having to stand in the corner? Knowing he was going to punish her? The sound of his voice? His power over her?
Or all of the above?
He always lectured her before he spanked her. It was more effective, making sure she knew why she was being punished. Merely punishing her wasn't enough. His job, as her dominant, was not simply to punish but to teach and correct, with his punishment aimed at helping her focus on her own submission, learning to obey, and overcoming the struggles she had. Punishment was payment for a crime, but discipline was administered with a deeper aim. Without the lecture and discussion, he felt as if a spanking was more punishment and less discipline, with discipline aimed primarily at helping her modify her behavior. And that was what this was all about... wasn't it?
A few well-placed words aimed at her heart were more effective than a harsher, more drawn-out spanking would be.
She stood a few feet apart from him, looking up to him as he was taller than she was.
"Is our arrangement based on trust?" he asked. She nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"Then tell me what you did today that violated the trust between us."
She cast her eyes down, but he cleared his throat and her eyes lifted again.
"I... was dishonest," she said. "I didn't tell you I was in the room when you were talking to Dom and I eavesdropped when I shouldn't have."
He nodded. "Go on."
"And then I implied that you... you weren't acting honorably, hiding things from me, and that I didn't trust you."
Matteo felt a sinking in his stomach as she verbalized what she'd done. There was a breach between them, and he needed to punish her to heal that breach. He'd done his damnedest to be dependable, to be good to her, to be consistent and attentive. Hell, he hadn't even taken a girl home from The Club in weeks, and had focused on nothing but Hillary. Did she have no idea how hard it was to keep their relationship platonic?
He nodded curtly, stepped back and gestured toward the bed.
"Tonight, I'm going to teach you how to present for a punishment. Do you know what presenting is, Hillary?"
Her eyes were wide, and her hands shaking…
"No, sir," she whispered.
"Kneel on the bed," he instructed, gesturing. She did, and her dress made it awkward as her legs were close together. Easily solved. "Hike your dress up to your belly."
She obeyed, kneeling on the bed, lifting the hem of her dress so that he could see the curve of her ass. She wore a thin, lace-trimmed pair of nude-colored panties that barely covered her. They would remain. She'd feel his belt easily through the thin fabric.
"Now, chest down on the bed, and hold your arms out straight in front of you," he instructed. He could hear her breathing from where he stood just a few feet apart from her as she obeyed, her knees on the bed, chest down and she stretched her arms in front of her.
"Good girl," he murmured. So beautiful.
He was still pissed she'd been dishonest, but it pleased him to know that she trusted him, not only to teach her how to be a submissive, but also to discipline her. It took serious strength to do that. The mere presentation of her body, his to punish, was already healing the breach of trust between them.
He took a step forward. Placing one hand firmly on her lower back, he pressed gently.
"Arch, baby," he said softly. She obeyed. Stepping back, he took in the scene and wished for a moment he hadn't chosen a presentation position. It was too easy to imagine getting up on the bed himself, taking her from behind, sliding into her after he warmed her ass...
Inhaling, he stepped back, forcing himself to assume the role of disciplinarian.
She needed a spanking.
"You've earned a strapping, Hillary," he announced, and she shifted slightly on the bed. "You'll stay in position as I spank you, and if you get out of position, I'll strap your sit spot. Do you know where your sit spot is?" he asked.
H
er cheek was on the mattress as she whispered, "I think so?"
Placing his hand on her bottom, he trailed his hand down until he reached where her ass met her thighs, the tender spot aptly named "the sit spot" because it was the spot she'd feel tingle or burn every time she sat down. Raising his hand, he delivered a sharp swat to the center of her ass. She inhaled but stayed in position. Lowering his hand, he delivered a swat just as sharp to her sit spot. She yelped and jerked up, with a loud, "Ow!"
"Hurts more there, doesn't it?" he asked. She nodded, falling back to the bed and assuming her position again.
"Very much so, sir."
"Do you want to feel my belt there?"
"No, sir! I do not!"
"Then stay in position," he growled, as he backed away and rolled up his sleeves. She inhaled quietly at the sound of his belt being unfastened.
God, he loved using his belt. The feel of the leather in his hands. The way she squirmed at the sound of him pulling it through the loops on his waist. The sound as it whistled in the air. The sharp crack as it landed...
Holding the buckle in one hand, he wrapped his belt around his hand until he'd fashioned a strap. Doubling it over would intensify the pain, and though she needed a good, hard spanking, the tail end of his belt would be sufficient. He stepped back and addressed her.
"First, we'll deal with the eavesdropping. Should you have been honest with me?"
"Yes, sir!" she said, her voice unnaturally high with nerves as she trembled in anticipation of the first blow.
Thwap! His belt zinged through the air and landed.
Zing! Another hard swat. The difficulty of a strapping was making sure the belt didn't land in the same place over and over again, though occasionally he felt it enhanced the punitive effect of a spanking if it did land in the same place.
Thwap! Another hard swat, and though she whimpered softly, she stayed in position. Again and again, his belt fell as he continued to strap her soundly. She was ready for more, and it was time he gave her a good, thorough spanking.
For the dishonesty. For not trusting him.
Because she needed it.
Whack! The belt zinged through the air as he continued to rain swats against her raised bottom, one after another until he could see the red of her skin even through her thin panties.
"For being dishonest," he said with another hard swat that had her reeling. She sat up, and he felt a momentary flash of anger as she quickly dropped back to the bed and assumed the position. But it was too late. He'd been very clear that she was expected to maintain her position.
He aimed and let loose several rapid swats to her sit spot. She yelled out, but stayed in position.
"You." Swat! "Will." Thwack! "Stay." Swat! "In position."
"Yes, sir," she hissed, as he continued.
Whack!
"To teach you to trust me."
Swat!
"So you know to obey me."
And finally, a lighter one. Thwack!
"And that one's for being too fucking sexy."
He dropped his belt. She'd had enough. Looking to see if she was crying, he saw that she wasn't. She exhaled slowly but maintained her position as he placed his hand on her tender bottom. She flinched, but he knew that massaging her would help ease the pain and restore her calm. It was the hardest spanking he'd ever given her, but he knew she'd needed a serious session, and that going too light on her wouldn't have helped a bit.
"C'mere, baby," he murmured, as he climbed on the bed with her and rested against the pillows. She sat up, pulled her dress down, and crawled over to him. As soon as she was within arm's reach, he pulled her to him, nestling her against his chest, and stroking her soft hair.
"You okay?" he asked in a low, soothing voice.
He hadn't always been a fan of aftercare, and often spankings he doled out were for bedroom play and not truly disciplinary. But if Hillary needed him, he had to meet her needs. Comforting her after a spanking was difficult. Remaining platonic and chaste was damn near impossible, especially when she was at her most vulnerable, just having presented her ass for discipline, and the mere act of her submitting herself by lying over the bed or his lap was like an aphrodisiac.
Hillary snuggled up on him, but she didn't cry. She inhaled and exhaled in deep, cleansing breaths, and it pleased Matteo to know he'd given her what she needed.
"And I was afraid we were done," she whispered. He sat up straighter, surprised at her admission.
"Done?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Earlier, in the bedroom. You were so angry at me. I thought you didn't want anything to do with me anymore and that we were through."
He sighed. "Hillary, why do we do this?" he asked, his voice gently chiding.
"To... help me?" she asked. "So that I can discover if I really am a submissive. And after that, by the way, yes, I totally think I am, in case you were wondering. I mean, I—"
"Woman," he warned.
She giggled. "Yes?"
"Answer the question."
Nodding, she continued. "To help me stay focused and on track. Get my writing in and take care of myself. Give me the structure and discipline I need."
"Exactly. But one of the benefits of this agreement is that we have a tool to resolve conflict. You get me?"
She was quiet for a minute before she answered. "I get you," she whispered.
"I'm not going to reject you if you do something you shouldn't," he said. "I'm going to spank you."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Clearly," she said, but he could tell she was pleased.
"And then whatever the issue is, the punishment clears the air and we move on. You get me?"
"I do."
He reached a large hand out to her bottom and she winced.
"Sore, honey?"
"Um, yes, sir," she said.
"Good," he said sternly. To his surprise, she laughed, and for the first time in a while, he realized she was laughing freely, unreservedly, as if she were somehow lighter and at ease. He joined her, chuckling as he held her to his chest and ran a hand up and down her back in long, soothing strokes, starting at the top near her shoulders, down, down, past the small of her back, and all the way to her bottom where he delivered a playful pinch.
"Ooooh," she moaned, and to his horror she lifted her leg as if to get away from his pinching, hitching one gorgeous, bare leg with her knee bent, so that she was fairly straddling him.
"Hillary," he groaned. He went to push her knee off of him, but found her bare skin impossibly soft, and Jesus she smelled so good. Instead of shoving her off, he gently stroked her knee, his thumb massaging her, which elicited a low moan from her.
She could not moan.
No moaning!
Too late. He was already rock hard and struggling to keep his mind where it should be. Then her little hand went out and lay flat on his chest. He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed. He felt her inhale, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd opened his mouth and lightly nipped her little fingers. Oh, God! She was pushing herself up on his chest, and he lifted her, his mouth crashing on hers as his hands spanned her waist. He shifted her up to him so they were flat against each other, the heat of her body pressed against the hardness of his erection. His tongue plundered her mouth and she shifted her hips against his.
His mind vaguely noted a prick of a conscience before his body took over. With ease, he pushed himself up, pushed her gently off him, tumbled her onto the bed, and straddled her, one arm reaching to lift her to him as his other reached for the silky fabric of her dress. He trailed lazy fingers across her chest until he felt her nipples harden beneath him, and then he pinched, just enough to cause her pelvis to arch into him. Her moan begged him to do it again. He nipped her lip as he pinched her nipples, lifting her body to his as his desire for her mounted.
"Beautiful," he murmured, "Gorgeous. It's not fair how sexy you are," he moaned.
"You think so?" she said, and her voice wavered. "Oh, God, I thought you didn't think
so," she said, almost as if to herself.
He wanted to put her right over his knee again. He glared at her, pushing himself up so she could feel the full weight of his eyes narrowed on her.
"You thought what?" he asked. His anger was not lost on her, as she shrank beneath him.
"That you didn't find me pretty," she said. "You only kissed me once and then you apologized for it, and then you—"
His mouth silenced hers as kissed her hard, one hand on either side of her face as he tried to convey without words just exactly how gorgeous he found her. He wrenched his mouth off hers as he pinned her wrists to her sides and his mouth went to her neck. He kissed, then he lightly nipped the tender skin and she arched her back in pleasure.
"Not pretty?" he moaned, as her hips tipped forward and his erection ground against her soft belly. "Not pretty?" he repeated as one hand reached and caressed her breasts, begging to touch the bare skin beneath but not willing to break his pact. "I didn't kiss you because you're too damn pretty and I'm afraid if I don't hold myself back, I'll do something like this."
He lifted the edge of her dress and his fingers found the soft silk of her panties.
"Oh my God," she moaned as his rough fingers stroked and she ground against him.
"Such a pretty girl," he said. "So beautiful. And you took your spanking bravely, baby." His fingers continued to stroke lazily along the silk edge of her panties, and her head tossed to the side of the pillow as his mouth dropped and he licked her neck. She moaned as he sucked at her naked skin at the same time his fingers stroked, again and again, determined and unapologetic.
"Please," she whispered, and he wasn't sure why she was pleading. Did she want him to stop? Or did she want more? His mouth still on her neck, he lazily trailed his finger to the edge of her panties and felt her hold her breath. Slowly, deliberately, he trailed his fingers on her skin, one teasing finger plunging deep and fondling.
"Yesss," she hissed.
He had his answer. He lifted his mouth to her ear.
"Can you come for me, baby?" he whispered.
"Oh my God, yes," she answered, and he lifted his mouth to hers, kissing her as he continued to bring her to climax.
