“You wouldn’t!”
“Watch me,” he snickered. Shit, he was in one of his sadistic moods.
“What if someone stops by?” I got panicky.
“I will lock the electric gate and put a Do Not Disturb sign up,” Jace nonchalantly answered. “I’ll let you tell Ben that we are having a special, private day together, okay?”
“Lucky me,” I groaned, cringing at his responding laugh.
It was Thursday, so I had one more day to talk him out of it. Maybe Ben could give me some ideas for escape.
My talk with Ben did not go as planned. “You suck,” I snarled as I slugged him as hard as I could in the arm, wanting to kick him as he laughed hysterically at me. “This isn’t funny! You, of all people, know I can’t sit still for a commercial, let alone a movie! Jace’s got this sick idea that I need to learn how to be an Obedience Title Champion like the puppies!”
“It will be good for you,” Ben said, wiping his eyes. “And don’t even think of kicking me. I might not be allowed to spank you, but I can give you a good strong swat.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I growled.
Ben still laughed, slapping the top of my thigh a little too hard. “Watch the language. It might slip out in Jace or Mark’s hearing. I like this idea. I think we will all benefit by knowing you actually can follow instructions.”
“You are absolutely no help. I don’t know why I even bother,” I said with a huff, stomping away with Ben laughing behind me. I tried calling Mark on his cell and left a message regarding my need to speak with him immediately regarding Jace’s plans. Of course, he didn’t call me back, nor did I hear from Gayle. I was in deep kimchee.
That night, I again attempted to talk Jace out of his plot to torture me. He held his hands over his ears and started singing something nonsensical, laughing as I stomped upstairs to my room and slammed the door. Jace came up at around 9:30, carrying a piece of paper in his hand and a look of amusement on his face as I glared at him.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked, plopping next to me on the bed and stealing the pillow I was propped on.
“Watching TV. Alone. I’m mad at you. Go away.”
“You’ll get over it. You need to look at this list for tomorrow. Remember, the second drawer will be downstairs and you will suffer a severe penalty for any infraction. And, I mean, any infraction.”
“I am not interested in doing this. I get your point, okay? Now leave me alone.”
“Lighten up, this is going to be fun.” Jace smirked.
“For you, you sadistic jerk. Don’t you have something to do other than bother me?” I growled, shoving him away from my side. He only moved closer and tried to lean on top of me so I couldn’t see the television.
“Yeah, this is going to be a lot of fun,” he sniggered, now lying on top of me as though I was a recliner.
“You’re too heavy! Get off, you’re being a pain in the ass. Stop it!”
Jace only laughed, finally rolling off and tweaking my nose. “Goodnight, my dear. See you in the morning! Oh, Celeste? There are also some possible rewards if you prove yourself to me.” He kissed my forehead and then sauntered out the door.
Rewards? Hmm… that sounded intriguing. With a sigh, I looked at his note.
Wake up. I can do that.
Dress in something easily accessible to your bottom. No jeans or anything tight. Oh yeah, so he thinks he’s going to get his fix on my butt tomorrow? He better think again. I wished Gayle was home…
Make coffee and French toast. No problem.
Bring it into me at 9:30 am sharp. You are to lie across my lap so I can use your back as a tray for my breakfast. As I am eating, you must tell me what a wonderful protector I am and that I am the Guitar God and the greatest musician in all the Universe. You must do so without laughing, smirking or making any faces. You also must stay perfectly still so my coffee does not spill. Failure to follow these instructions will result in a hand spanking since you will already be in a convenient position.
Oh Lord, this man’s ego is beyond control!
Something in the back of my mind sent up a warning to take him seriously. The other part wanted to break into hysterical laughter because I decided he was a definite nut job, and knew that the smartest thing to do was just lock myself in my room and wait for the full moon to end. I rubbed my hands through my hair and then picked up the phone to dial Ben.
“Yo, Kiddo, What’s up?”
“I’m still mad at you, you asshole. Listen to this,” I read the note to him.
He was dead silent only moments before bursting out in loud, uncontrollable laughter. “God, I would give anything to watch this!”
“YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME!” I yelled at him. “What should I do? This is ridiculous!”
“Okay, I’ll try to be serious. I’m sorry. It’s too funny!” He struggled with trying to stop laughing. “Jace is trying to get you to understand that it’s not his orders he cares about you obeying, it’s him. And he wants you to trust him, no matter what he tells you to do. It’s not rocket science.”
“Stop with the snide comments,” I snapped. “So you’re telling me that, no matter how stupid I think his instructions are, he has a good reason behind them? That’s ludicrous.”
“No, I’m telling you to trust that whatever he asks of you, it will always be for your safety and benefit. This game he’s playing isn’t a matter of him looking for a reason to blister you, it’s to build faith in him,” Ben said, his voice sobering as he grew serious. “You know how much that bothered him on Halloween. Come on, Celeste, it’s the least you can do to make it up to him. You know how much he loves you.”
“I hate it when you’re right,” I grumbled, thinking about what he had said.
“Hey, you’ve been there for me when I’ve needed advice. That’s what friends are for. Let me know how it goes, maybe I’ll try a condensed version with Jean.”
“Is she still giving you a hard time?”
“Not as much, but she still tries. I’m almost thinking she likes being spanked now.”
“Then you might not be doing it right.”
“Believe me, Honey, I’m doing it fine. Her bottom is the color of the sunset when I’m done with her, and I get lots of tears. She’ll be sweet as pie for a few days and then tests me again. It’s kind of frustrating, especially in public.”
“I hate to say this, but maybe it’s time you started using the hairbrush Jace gave you. I will do anything to avoid that nasty thing.”
“Jace said I needed to ask her father first, just in case she bruised.”
“Did you tell her that?”
“No. It might make a good deterrent, huh? The worse that would happen is her father will say no and she’ll be embarrassed.”
“You do know her father spanks her, don’t you?” I asked, suspecting that Jeannie avoided telling him that little fact. Ben sounded surprised, completely unaware and said he was definitely going to talk with her dad.
Jace hollered at me to get off the phone and, after a quick goodbye, I hung up.
So, Jace wanted me to be the perfect little subby. If it was that important to him, I would give it my best shot even if it meant losing any self-respect and dignity I had left. I hoped that crazy man knew how much I really did love him.
I arose early Saturday morning, took the girls for a nice, brisk walk around the property, came back, showered and dressed in a jogging suit. At 9:30, SHARP, I entered Jace’s room to wake him for breakfast, and silently crawled over his lap before I began to lavish him with praises about everything I was instructed, plus adding in anything else I could think of to swell his head. If there was a pause in my praise, Jace would place his hand on my bottom and asked if I was certain I was out of nice things to say.
I admit, I couldn’t hold back the laughter towards the end and squealed as his rough hand landed smartly over my exposed bottom. He continued the light spanking until I started to praise him again. This was so incredibly silly, but it pu
t Jace in a good mood. He excused me from his royal presence with the instructions to go to the dining room and read the note on the table, then clean the kitchen while he showered and dressed.
My Dearest Subby-To-Be,
You will experience first-hand of what a submissive is expected to do today. You may, or may not, enjoy it. The only thing that matters is that I will enjoy myself completely. This day is purely for your Dom’s pleasure and that, in itself, should make a sub happy.
You will be directed to different places through the day to obtain items for my pleasure. You are not to hesitate, argue, or question anything.
You will be told ‘silence’ at different intervals, at which time you are not to make a sound. You have been instructed to clean the kitchen. Once this is complete, you are to select a utensil and place it to the right of the dining room table. You are to be leaning over the side of the table facing the windows, bare bottom, before I come in. You don’t know how long I will take, so it is advisable to move quickly.
The consequences for not being prepared will be severe.
Yours, Sir
With a sigh, I shook my head and began to clean the kitchen as instructed before I began my search for a benign kitchen utensil. I found a brand-new, and fairly flimsy, black fly swatter that was shaped like a hand and slapped it against my thigh. No problem, this would be a piece of cake. I heard movement upstairs and rushed into the dining room to position myself as ordered. It was humiliating, laying there over the big teakwood table, bare butt facing the doorway as I stared at the light rain hitting the wall length windows and dripping down trees and fountain outside.
“Very good,” Jace said, coming in and dressed menacingly in snug, black jeans, black snakeskin boots, and a black sleeveless top that stretched across his broad shoulders and accented his rippling arms. Once again, he reminded me of a stalking panther with vivid blue eyes that hungered for its prey. I held my breath as he picked up the fly swatter and tilted his head with amusement.
“Really? Do you think this is an adequate utensil for discipline?”
Theoretically, he never said anything about discipline…
I chose, for once, to take the safer path and stayed quiet. I held my breath as Jace swatted his hand a couple of times, and then swished the air with the swatter. The damn thing sounded like a switch! He tapped my bottom with the swatter a couple of times, and then left to rummage around in the kitchen. My imagination ran wild as I again felt tapping on my bottom and sit spot with no idea what he held in his hands now, or what to expect.
“Silence,” he ordered.
I heard a SWISH and felt a sharp sting against my left cheek. I bit my tongue as I sunk down to avoid another stroke. Damn fly swatter was as bad as a switch! He let it land four more times, each time resulting in me sinking down and being pulled back up. I managed to stay quiet, though.
Jace stood back, satisfied, “Nice marks. You may stand,” I obeyed, not pulling up my pants. Jace grinned. “Go on, pull them up. You may rub if you like. Thank you, we found a new implement for my second drawer. Is there any more coffee?”
I nodded, still not talking. Pleased, Jace turned to go into the kitchen, leaving me standing there wondering what to do next. Despite its oddity, I was awed by how natural this interaction felt.
Jace returned, coffee cup in his right hand, and held out his left for me to take. He led me outside to the deck and switched on the gas fire pit under the awning. “You may speak now. Can I get you some hot tea?” he asked, sitting me down in a chair.
“I can get it…”
“Is that how you answer?”
“No sir, I’m sorry. Yes, sir, I would like that. Thank you.”
“Good girl. I’ll be right back.”
He puzzled me. Here was a day I thought was supposed to be about serving him, yet he was still taking care of my needs? He walked outside with the hot tea and a blanket that he placed over my shoulders. It continued to drizzle and the heavy fog rolled over the ocean.
“Thank you, sir,” I said shyly, sipping the tea. He made it English-style: black tea with sugar and cream.
“My pleasure. How are you doing today?” Jace pulled me warmly against his chest and kissed my temple.
“I admit, I’m very confused. Can I ask you a question?”
“Only one, then no more. Tomorrow you may ask anything you wish and, if I choose to answer, I will at that time.”
“Yes, sir. Um, how far are you going to take me today?”
“How far do you want to go?”
“All the way,” I answered decisively.
Jace sighed, “If you are talking about sex, no. It’s not time for that. And it’s important for me that we have a commitment. Celeste… You know I’m attracted to you and that my feelings are very deep, but I still have a responsibility to you. I need to fulfill that responsibility before I can even consider taking our relationship to that level. Do you understand?”
Blinking back disappointed tears, I nodded.
He continued, “There are other things I will pursue if I feel you are ready, but not intercourse. Not yet, anyway. You have to trust me,” he said softly. “Now, the movie starts at 1:15, so we’ll leave at about 12:30. I am expecting you to sit perfectly still, no talking or fidgeting. Every time you do so will result in ten strokes from a different implement when we return home. Any talking will result in the hairbrush immediately after the movie. To further add to this challenge, you will get a fairly long hand spanking before we leave to remind you of how I expect you to behave.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. I looked up at him and firmly said, “I will do my best.”
He looked pleased at my decision not to cower and face him bravely. Prior to leaving for the theater, Jace sent me on a three-minute wild goose chase to find at least two implements he could use that were not part of his drawer. I pulled a cattail branch from the large vase in the corner of the foyer and a magazine off the coffee table. He experimented with ten strokes of each and nodded satisfactorily at my reaction to the reed.
In regard to our pre-movie spanking, Jace decided to spank me 145 times to remind me not to disturb even one minute of his enjoyment. I was whining softly by time he finished and kept asking myself if it was worth making him proud of me to tolerate this. I knew the answer, but there was no reason to be happy about it.
My fidgeting and absence to the bathroom earned me a visit to the back seat of the Lexus when the movie had ended. Jace held my hand firmly as we left the theater with me trotting to keep up with him. My heart raced when he opened the car door and ushered me inside. He slid in the back seat next to me, reached down and presented his nasty wood hairbrush.
“I promised you this if there was any talking whatsoever, didn’t I?”
“But I had to pee!” I whined, trying to pull away from his grip.
“That is not how to answer. Didn’t I tell you not to drink so much soda?”
“That’s not fair! Popcorn makes me thirsty! Come on, be reasonable. Please!” I begged, feeling the grip tightening.
“Once again, that is not how to answer. Would you care to try again? Did I, or did I not, tell you not to drink so much?”
“Yes, sir. I should have listened to you,” I said meekly. There was no escape.
“That’s better. Across my knee. That’s right,” Jace said, adjusting me so that my head was hanging down near the floor, pressing against the seat. There was absolutely no way for me to wiggle out of this space. I gulped as he slowly pulled my sweats down to my knees, followed by my panties. To top it off, the car was cold! I felt the back of his brush rest on my bottom.
“Let’s see, you were gone about seven minutes and it took you another three to come in and settle down, right? Ten minutes of my enjoyment being disrupted because I was either worried about you coming back or getting quieted down. That’s six-hundred seconds.” he thought out loud as he tapped my freezing bottom with the brush.
I yelped as the first stroke landed on m
y left cheek and I gritted my teeth preparing for the next. To my relief, he stopped after ten, announced he was cold and wanted to get home. I was instructed to sit bare-bottomed on the chilly leather seat until we got home and listened to Jace tease me by wondering what Ben would think about my current situation.
I groaned… I would never hear the end of it.
Jace added to my humiliation by making me walk to the front door with my pants still down to my knees before ordering me over the arm of the Royal Lounge, where my bottom was forced straight up in the air. When he brought out his box filled with the contents of the second drawer, I decided that his game was no longer fun and that it was time to run like the wind and disappear forever.
* * *
“Did you call her back?” Gayle asked, closing her eyes as she leaned back in the hot tub.
“What, and listen to her whine about Jace needing to be locked up in the loony bin? Nah, he knows what he’s doing,” Mark chuckled, stroking Gayle’s thigh.
Gayle giggled. “I remember the first time you pulled that day of total obedience on me. I was the same age, wasn’t I?”
“Actually, I think you may have been a little younger. You were such a brat, then. You haven’t changed a bit.”
“Did you know I was so totally in love with you that I would have suffered through anything to prove I was worth waiting for?”
Mark reached for her hand, kissing her palm. “I felt the same about you, but I couldn’t let you know it. It would have really fucked with your mind.”
“Tsk, tsk. Such language,” Gayle teased. “I wanted to hear how you felt for the longest time. I almost gave up towards the end.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t. Now, we’ve got to keep Jace and his girl on the same path. He’s really having a tough time with it because of the age difference and the situation.”
“I can see that. Plus, she has the teenage raging hormones. He’s going to go ballistic if she ever shows romantic interest in any boy, you know.”
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