She happily followed me outside, but not before we stopped to see the judge who had granted Jace the conservatorship. I hugged him gratefully and briefly caught him up with my life.
He smiled, patting my cheek. “So, a few trips across that young man’s knee definitely made a difference? He’s a good boy. I like him.”
I giggled, never thinking that anyone would view Jace as a boy— but then, the judge was older than dirt. He was sweet, though.
“I wish I could admit to only a few, but yes, he made a difference. Thank you so much for giving him the chance. Too bad the state wouldn’t allow him to be a counselor.” I laughed.
The judge chuckled. “Unfortunately, not everyone is as liberal in their thinking as I am. Actually, as old-fashioned. The best to you, Honey, and thank you for coming by. It means a lot when we get to see some success stories.”
Ms. White and I went out to my car and then sat for a cup of latte. She shook her head, unbelieving how much I had matured and blossomed under Jace’s care. She admired the necklace as well, not knowing, of course, its meaning. She did catch one thing, though.
“You are in love with him, aren’t you?” she asked gently.
I blushed, nodding.
She sighed. “He’s a good man. Give yourself time and see where your heart leads you. Don’t be afraid to follow it. I’m sure he feels the same about you, too. You both are good for each other.”
Jace was waiting for me outside when I pulled in, looking a little anxious. The girls, of course, jumped right into the car and waited impatiently to go for a ride. Jace joined us and as we drove around the neighborhood, I shared where I had been. Glancing over, Jace had tears in his eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
“You have no idea how proud I am of you. It took a lot of courage and maturity to do what you did. I never would have even thought of it,” he said, kissing my palm.
I beamed, praise from Jace was not a frequent thing, and it always left me feeling happily woozy. “If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be with you. I figured they deserved to know that. I also didn’t want them ever judging you or anyone like you.”
“My precious girl, let them judge. All they have to do is look at you and all doubts will be washed away. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered, meeting his lips. The romantic moment was quickly spoiled by two jealous border collies wanting to get into the action and laughing, we left for home.
“Like the car?” Mark asked as I hugged him. I nodded and watched Mark’s face as Jace proudly told him what I had done at the courthouse. Like Jace, Mark also got teary. He kissed me, holding me tightly.
“I am SO proud of you, Baby. You did good.” He sounded choked up, and quickly changed the subject, “I have dinner in the oven, I hope you two are hungry.”
“You’re such a good mom,” I giggled, jumping out of reach of his swat. Jace captured me, though, and administered his own.
During dinner, Jace informed me that he was taking me with him to Las Vegas to work as a substitute on a gig for a friend of his. He wanted to give Mark and Gayle a chance to be alone and also give us a change of scenery. I was excited, of course; I had never been to Vegas and even though I was still too young to gamble, I could still hang out with the musicians backstage and be immersed in the excitement. Jace didn’t even give me the typical lecture of how to behave.
We flew up in a private plane that next afternoon and were taken by limo to the Bellagio, where Jace had a suite reserved. He had me dress formally and led me to the showroom where the Cirque De Soleil was putting on a command Jazz performance with Jace playing lead guitar. After a brief rehearsal, Jace took me out to show me the city.
I was overwhelmed, needless to say. It was too much to take in at once and I found myself longing for our quiet, secluded estate and wooded property. I met Jace’s friends and coworkers, stayed on my most perfect behavior, and presented myself in a manner that Jace could only be pleased with.
I also could tell his friends had no idea how old I was, even when I politely declined offers of drinks. Jace watched carefully, approval in his eyes. I could only think, ‘good, no spanking for me tonight!’
The show was fabulous; I had a front row seat and watched everything with awe. Mostly Jace; I had never seen him perform before. He was amazing; lost in the music and stroking the neck of his guitar like it were a lover. He was a beautiful piece of art to behold. The show was based on improvisation—music and dance—and Jace immersed himself in the joy that was his music.
The other musicians, drawn to his call, followed him like they had played together all their lives. I felt tears coming to my eyes as the sound rippled through the air, touching my heart with passion. Even the performers paused at certain moments, caught up in the spontaneous melody. It was pure magic, earning a standing ovation and encore request three times.
I met Jace backstage and hugged him tightly. “It was amazing. So beautiful. Thank you for letting me come,” I said.
He kissed my lips briefly before hugging me back. “I’m glad you liked it. I think we had a good response.” He was so humble. He knew he was good, one of the best, yet he always played it down.
The stage manager came over and shook Jace’s hand. “You were incredible, Jace. The Bellagio owner asked me to give you this.” He handed Jace an envelope. “I also have these to give the other musicians. Thank you so much!”
“My pleasure.” Jace smiled, handing me the envelope without opening it. “This is yours, for being so good and making such a great impression. I’m proud of you.”
“But, aren’t you going to even see what it is?” I asked, tucking the envelope in my purse.
“It’s a little tip, maybe fifty bucks or so. It was nice for them to do it.” Jace said, packing up his guitar. I looked over at the other musicians; by their reaction, this was no $50 tip. I peeked in the envelope—$300!
“Jace? Um, he gave you $300….”
“Really?” Jace looked surprised. “Well, it’s yours. Let’s get back to our room and then go out for a bite. I’m famished.”
Since I wasn't not used to these hours, it took more than a shake to get me up the next morning. In fact, Jace found it necessary to ‘motivate’ me into moving by yanking down my PJs and smacking my bare bottom while I still laid there in bed. Even squealing and squirming, with statements that I was motivated, didn’t cause him to let up until he was good and ready, and my bottom was quite stingy.
We boarded the private plane a few hours later, Jace holding my hand as we took off. “Did you have fun?” he asked.
“Very much. Thanks for taking me. And I behaved myself!” I boasted proudly.
“Everyone was very impressed with the ‘lady friend’ I brought with me. They commented on your exquisite manners, carriage, and ability to converse in many different venues. I think you might be a wonderful pleasure slave one day,” he stated.
I elbowed him. “Hah, hah, very funny. Be serious. Did they like me?”
“I am serious. If you choose to keep me, that is how I will train you. But that means that you are mine and you will never be shared with anyone else.”
“I’d… I’d really like that. And of course I choose to keep you,” I said, my voice trembling at his bold comment, “Jace?”
“Yes, Babe?”
“Is it normal for subbys to want to play, even if it hurts?’
“Of course. Why, you in the mood?” he grinned, grabbing my wrist.
“Not here!” I hissed. “I was just asking a question.”
“I suspect that’s why you get yourself into so much trouble. You can’t yet bring yourself to ask for what you think you want. Just like sexual pleasure, you must learn to ask without fear or shame. I would never laugh at you,” Jace commented, flipping through a magazine.
“I can’t very well come to you and ask to be spanked for no reason. Plus, it hurts. The fantasy is so much better than the reality.”
“T
hat’s always the case. I need to ask you a personal question, and I need you to be totally honest. Are you starting to get sexually stimulated when you’re spanked?”
“Um… Yeah,” I said quietly. “Are you?”
“Of course, but I have the ability to control that part of me,” he said carefully. “I just believed that it would be inappropriate to act on it just yet.”
“Ben does,” I giggled. “He got a major woody on my birthday.”
“Be nice to the poor guy. He’s a red-blooded male and your bottom is a great one to smack,” Jace teased. “So great that I think I’m going to have a go at it when we get home.”
“But, I’ve been so good!” I protested. I did NOT like the gleam in his eye.
“You don’t have a choice. You’ve been collared now. It’s for my pleasure,” Jace stated.
I slapped his arm. “Isn’t this supposed to be consensual?” I demanded.
Jace raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me it’s not? Just remember, there is a line between discipline and pleasure. You may not always be able to tell the difference, but I will. And that’s all that matters.”
Part of me trembled with the idea of the play, the other dreaded it. Jace was watching my struggle, a sardonic smile plastered on his face. “Having second thoughts?” he asked.
I nodded, then shook my head, then nodded again.
He just laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll live through it.”
“Asshole,” I whispered.
He heard it, raising an eyebrow. “Yep, you’re gonna get it for that. I think I see how things will be going. You don’t fool me for an instant.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you names,” I whispered shamefully.
“Oh, it doesn’t bother me. Not as much as it’s gonna bother you, anyway. Love you.” He smiled.
Jace did not hesitate for a moment after we exited the plane and got to the car. He opened the back door and gestured for me to get in. “Come on now, you know what to do,” he said firmly, patting his lap. Reluctantly, I positioned myself across it, my head close to the floor and trying to support myself with the seat. I held my breath as Jace slowly lifted my skirt and skimmed down my panties. I felt a cold rush of air over my exposed bottom before he placed his hand on it.
“Now, what did you call me?”
“An asshole. I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
“You will be, I promise.” His hand landed with a loud smack across my bottom and I gasped. “It isn’t very respectful now, is it?” Another smack fell, then another.
“No, Sir, I’m sorry!” I whimpered, unable to struggle due to lack of room. He “uh-huhed” me and launched his assault against my poor backside, making certain to cover every inch plus with heavy, sharp spanks. I fought back the tears and continued to plead for mercy as it started to really hurt.
He finally released me after a good fifty or so, and he pulled up my panties before adjusting my skirt. My bottom burned and stung, and it took everything in me not to rub. He would be the one to rub, if it was to be done. He had made that very clear in the beginning. Unintentionally, the word ‘Asshole’ again slipped from my lips. I felt myself pale as he heard it.
“I guess you need some more instruction about respect. Get back here.”
“No! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say it!” I begged, fighting him.
“Maybe not, but you did. Okay, you aren’t going to cooperate? Well, then…” He lifted his hips to unbuckle his belt and slip it from his pants.
My heart pounded. “Jace, I’m sorry!” I cried, feeling him grab my ear and pull me back across his lap.
“We’ll see. You just proved to me that I can’t let you go until we reach a breaking point, can I?” he lectured, again skimming down my panties and throwing my skirt over my head. I heard the belt buckle jingle as he picked it up and folded it over. “Now, again, what did you call me?”
“I’m sorry!” I wailed, feeling the first stroke land. “I called you an asshole! I’m sorry!”
He grunted and laid that belt across my bottom another ten times, then resumed with his hand. I was bawling by then. When he was satisfied, he rested his hand on my throbbing bottom, gently massaging the hot flesh as he leaned back against the seat.
“Now, do you have anything more you would like to say to me?”
“No, Sir,” I whimpered, head still down near the floor, trying to catch my breath. He pulled my panties back up and smoothed my skirt over them, and then lifted me up next to him on the seat to hug me.
“No more name calling, okay? It’s getting to be too frequent.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,” I sniffled, wiping my eyes and blowing my nose with the tissue he handed me. “I have a big mouth,” I admitted.
“That’s what gets you in trouble most of the time. Not that I mind… It’s just too bad you can’t ask for it. It would be much more pleasurable for you. In many ways…” There was that grin again. We exited the car and I blushed, seeing two people standing nearby and staring at us. They must have heard everything and worse, they saw Jace buckling his belt. What a way to start my birthday.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sun and Fun
“Okay, you win,” Jace sighed, turning off the TV and looking at me.
“What are we gonna do?” I asked excitedly. He had relinquished the television a little too quickly this time, so I knew he had something up his sleeve.
“How soon can you be ready for a trip?”
“What kind of trip?” I asked, jumping on his lap. Jace smiled, kissing my temple warmly as he snuggled me close.
“I forgot. Throw together an overnight bag.”
“Where are we going?”
“I forgot,” he said again, looking at me.
“I need to know so I can pick some clothes!”
“A bathing suit, shorts, t-shirt, sneakers, PJs. Maybe a sundress. Dress nicely, but comfortably.”
“How much time do I have?” I asked, eager to leave.
Jace shrugged, looking at his watch.
“Ten minutes. Mark said he’d watch the puppies.”
“You had something planned! When were you going to inform me?” I smacked his arm.
“Do we have any bug spray? I think there’s a fly in here,” Jace teased.
“You’re a butthead,” I smacked him again.
He shrugged, standing. “And you’re predictable. Hurry up, you have five minutes. “
I raced up to my room and had a bag packed in seconds. Mark was downstairs talking to Jace when I raced to join them.
“Wow, that was fast! How come you can’t get ready for school that quickly?” Mark teased, tugging my ponytail. I stuck my tongue out at him and told him to bite me.
Jace tsked, shaking his head. “You know, we have plenty of time to take care of a potential behavior problem. Go to the couch,” he ordered me.
I rolled my eyes. This ‘warning’ spanking had become a regular thing lately. It was two months since my birthday incident and Jace wanting to make certain I remembered who was boss when we left the house together.
“Oh, come on!” I groaned, letting him taking my wrist and reluctantly following him. Mark just laughed, plopping in the recliner to wait for my torture to end.
“Don’t you think I’m too old for this?” I asked, being pulled over his lap and having my skirt lifted and panties pulled down. “I do know how to behave in public.”
“I’m not taking my chances. Besides,” Jace grinned as I yelped, the first spank landing sharply, “I enjoy knowing your bottom is red and sore as I travel with you.”
“Sadist.” I grumbled, yelping again. I let him have his way (like I could actually stop him) and was on the verge of tears when he finally released me. He was satisfied and I, predictably, was very sore.
Mark nodded in approval. “That should make for a pleasant trip,” he commented. “Call me when you get a chance, okay?”
I kissed Mark and the puppies goodbye and happily followed Jace outside. I
hopped into the Lexus and looked at him eagerly.
“You’re pretty,” he said, staring at me.
I flushed with delight. I wasn’t used to compliments about my appearance. “You told me to dress nice. Where are we going?”
“I forgot. Are you ready to go?”
I nodded, following him out. We traveled north up towards San Francisco and pulled into the airport! “Okay, you need to tell me where we’re going!” I squealed.
Jace shook his head and said, at the same time as I did, “I forgot.”
He managed to keep our destination a secret until after we boarded first class. The attendants were wearing Hawaiian shirts! “NO WAY! Hawaii?!” I screeched, hopping in my seat.
“It’s so hard to keep surprises from you! I thought you would have seen the tickets on my dresser before I had a chance to hide them. Surprised?”
“O-M-G, this is ridiculously amazing! How long are we going for? I hardly brought anything with me.”
“Ten days; I’ll get you anything else you might need after we get there. I have lots of plans for us,” he said, settling into his lounge.
“What are we going to do?”
“Well, among other things, I’m going to spank you everywhere we go if I can…”
“Oh, stop it! Be serious for a moment and answer me.”
“I forgot. Wake me up when food comes,” he said, closing his eyes.
I sighed, leaning back in my seat.
After a long flight, we finally arrived in Honolulu only to immediately board a helicopter. Our destination was a breath-taking, lush, oceanfront ranch house. There was a man standing outside and greeted Jace with a smile and handed him keys.
“Here you go, Mr. Jordon. The car is gassed up in the garage. Chef Ramon will call before he comes over to get any food preferences. Please enjoy your stay and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything at all.”
I was taking in the sights when Jace approached me. There was a huge black-bottom pool and hot tub that was sculpted into a pond with a waterfall, and dense with orchids, ferns and other flowers. Streams and fountains were everywhere, with misting sprays woven overhead. The pool overlooked the ocean with a wooden staircase down to the sparkling white beach nestled in a small lagoon with palm trees and mild waves lapping the shore. The air was humid, but the ocean breeze cooled it down and the misters kept the flies away.
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