“I overslept.” She admitted, bracing herself for his response.
“Did the alarm go off?” he asked in a softer tone but one that still left no doubt he expected an answer.
“Yes it went off.” Connie replied in a small voice, knowing where he was going with his questions.
“Good. I checked it before I left to make sure it was set correctly.” That he had taken the time to think about her needs at five-thirty in the morning and she had totally flaked on her own task shamed her. But that was most certainly his point. “So how did you oversleep if the alarm went off?”
Connie bristled with irritation at his ridiculous question. Surely he knew what happened, or could guess. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she shut the alarm off and fell back to sleep. She’d done it before. But as Connie looked into his eyes she realized that this was all part of the punishment. He was making her admit her mistake and accept the consequences of her actions. No more ignoring the issues or pretending nothing had happened while they retreated into their separate rooms to hide. Nope. Connie sucked in a breath, and with it responsibility for her failure. She’d agreed to his discipline, agreed she’d needed his help, and now it was time to prove she was as committed to this relationship as he had proven he was.
“I hit the snooze button.” She said quietly, the admission difficult though it was such a minor thing. The fact that this was the first offense she would be punished for made it seem enormous. “Three times.”
Nate nodded and gave her a brief smile, encouraging her to continue. “Then when I finally got up it was so late I didn’t even have time to shower. I threw on clothes, brushed my teeth and hair and ran out the door. I didn’t even go into the kitchen.” She’d left through the front door without a thought about food or dinner, or Nate.
Connie felt absolutely awful. He worked hard at the factory and deserved to come home to a hot meal, and all she’d had to do was take the container out of the fridge and push a button. “I’m a selfish ass.” She thought, silently berating herself before Nate could even start in on her. Which he had every right to do. But his response surprised her again.
Nate pulled her close again and gave her a gently hug. “I’m proud of you for admitting what happened instead of running away. Thank you.” He said into her hair, praising her when she expected a scolding. “It shows me that you’re really trying to make this work.” He pulled back but kept a hand on her upper arm, and looked her straight in the eye. “It also means your punishment won’t be as bad.”
With those words her pulled her firmly down and across his lap, guiding her with a hand on her back until she was in the position he wanted.
Connie didn’t protest though her heart about pounded straight out of her chest. Nope, she didn’t make a peep. She knew this was coming eventually no matter how many times she tried to tell herself it would never happen. She’d read enough online to know what was expected of her so she allowed Nate adjust her until he was satisfied without struggling or questioning him. Though she wouldn’t admit it, anticipation rose and her pussy clenched before she could stop it. Being in this position, even fully clothed, made her aroused in a way she’d never felt before. Nervousness at the unknown and a touch of fear, even though she knew Nate would never injure her, all mixed together, making it difficult to breathe. Then Nate started rubbing her back, calming her with his touch.
“Are you alright Connie?” he asked patiently.
“Yes, I’m okay.” She was still nervous but it was manageable. She’d agreed to this, needed it. And she trusted Nate. Those thoughts made her push away any fear and accept whatever was coming next.
“Good.” He said, his voice going a shade lower, getting husky. Beneath her she could feel his cock hardening. The he spoke again using the stern, commanding tone that she was learning meant he was seriously asserting his dominance over her.
“Do you understand why you’re over my lap, about to be punished?” His words made her feel like a naughty little girl and remorse filled her. She could barely squeak out a quiet yes over the tightness in her throat.
“Tell me why.” He said, demanding she recount her misdeeds. Male force reverberated in his words and made her feel his strength and power -power he was now exerting over her.
“I didn’t do what I was supposed to do.” She whispered.
“That’s right,” Nate said, “The thing that bothers me the most Connie, is that I specifically asked you last night if you could remember to turn on the Crockpot, and what did you say?” He still rubbed her back, but the gentle strokes were in stark contrast to his words. But maybe that was the point, to show her he loved her even when he was reprimanding her. Even when he was disappointed in her. The shame and disappointment in herself overwhelmed Connie and tears started to slide down her cheeks. How could she be so inconsiderate of this man who loved her so much?
A sharp crack on her right ass cheek brought her out of her thoughts and made her yelp. “I asked you a question Connie. What did you tell me last night when I asked if you could remember to start out dinner?”
She shifted and tried to ignore the heat lingering in her ass, suddenly unsure if a spanking would be as much of a turn on in reality as it was in her brain. “I said I would remember.”
Nate tensed underneath her and she wondered if she’d said the wrong thing, but then the soft stroking resumed, though now he rubbed her ass instead of her back.
“Yes you did.” Nate said, then paused long enough that began to make her wonder if he was having second thoughts. The vulnerability of her position over his knee made all her doubts and insecurities turn into a powerful force in her mind. Did he want to stop? Did he think she was a freak for submitting to him and admitting she needed his discipline? As soon as that though crossed her mind she dismissed it. He’d been the one to suggest this experiment, as they called it. He would never think poorly of her for agreeing. Maybe he was so upset with her that he didn’t even want to bother? Maybe he just wanted to give up and break up? Connie had to stop herself from begging him not to spank her, pleading with him to give her another chance to follow the rules. But he wasn’t forcing her up and walking out the door. Instead he tugged on the sweat pants she’d thrown on that morning, pulling them down with her panties to expose her bare ass. She felt mortified at being in this position, but before she could even attempt to jump up and run away he tightened his hold on her legs and shifted her slightly so her ass was higher in the air.
“I’m going to spank you now Connie. I’m spanking you because you forgot to start our dinner after I expressly asked you if you would remember to do it. And because you forgot we don’t have anything to eat, and we’ll have to go out and spend money to buy dinner.” His words made her panties damp, even as the muscles in her ass tensed at the thought of the spanking to come. They’d been playing around with spanking the last few weeks, but only during sex and it was more for fun. Nate said he wanted her to get used to it, and it made him hot. Connie had discovered it lit her fire too, but she hadn’t been punished yet. Hadn’t been lying over his knees, preparing to be spanked for her misdeeds. His words, her position and the swirling emotions of guilt, love, arousal and trepidation combined to make her breath come faster and her head spin, but she didn’t try to escape.
“This is a punishment Connie, and it’s going to hurt, but once it’s over this incident is done. I won’t be mad about it and you won’t feel guilty. We wipe the slate and start fresh. Do you understand?”
Connie relaxed at his words, unclenching each muscle and sinking into the warm strength of his thighs. A burden lifted off her, freeing her from the guilt and self-loathing simmering within her for the way she’d treated this man who loved her. Nate may not realize, or even suspect, but every time she was a jerk to him she’d beaten herself up over it for days. Which made her cranky and stressed, which in turn made her more of a jerk to him. It was a self-perpetuating cycle that had dragged them down to almost rock bottom. Being able to break out o
f that spiral was worth any punishment he wanted to give her, everything he thought she deserved. It was a relief.“Yes I understand.”
“Good. I love you Connie.” Nate sounded relieved, and grateful for the reassurance. For the first time Connie understood how much he was putting on the line. It took as much courage to put her over his knee and spank her as it took for her to lay there and accept his discipline. The weight of the moment lay heavy in the air. This was a turning point in their relationship and they both knew it. After this they would officially have a domestic discipline relationship, and by expressing his love for her was letting her know that he was ready. That he wanted to have this dynamic between them. But he needed to make sure she did as well.
“I love you too,” she said, and that was the trigger for Nate to begin her punishment. His hand fell with a sharp crack, connecting with her cool flesh and instantly heating up her left cheek. The burn quickly spread outward, lighting up her nerve endings. Before she could adjust to the sharp sting he landed another one on her right cheek. The blows rained down quickly, each smack in a slightly different place so that in no time at all her entire ass was on fire, throbbing and hot. She couldn’t help but squirm and try to get away, thrashing her legs until Nate lifted his left leg and pinned her beneath him.
With her legs immobile her last defense was to try to block him with her hand. Moving on instinct alone she reached back in a futile attempt to cover her naked behind. It didn’t matter that five minutes ago she’d been ready and willing to accept her punishment, now her body was telling her to do whatever was humanly possible to make it stop! Before she could even get close to hiding her poor abused flesh, he snatched her wrist and pinned it to her lower back. Her other hand was below her, in between his legs, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t free it, couldn’t protect herself in any way.
Nate’s hand continued to raise and lower at a steady pace, alternating between sides and thoroughly covering her entire backside. Each slap stung and reverberated along her sensitized skin. No matter how much she struggled, his grasp on her never faltered, he just continued to spank as if her flailing made no more impression on him than the buzzing of a mosquito.
Totally immobilized Connie was forced to accept the spanking, Accept the repercussions of her actions, and once she did she felt freer than she had in months. Tears poured from her eyes and soaked the comforter below her head, but her body quit fighting with her mental acceptance. The pain was still there with each blow, but it soon started to change into something else.
“Will you try harder to do the things you’ve committed to do, Connie?” Nate asked slowing his pace slightly.
“Yes,” she grunted as his hand landed dead center between her cheeks, making her pussy flare with heat.
“I’m very proud of you for admitting your mistake and accepting your punishment.” Nate praised her, rubbing her scorching bottom with soothing strokes. Connie lay like a wrung out dish towel now that the spanking was over. She’d made it through, though she hadn’t accepted it all that gracefully. She’d struggled and yelled and tried everything in her power to make it stop. She wondered if he was angry.
“Your struggling was natural for the first time, and I don’t mind.” He said, reading her mind. “The important part to me was that you willingly laid across my lap and didn’t try to argue or talk your way out of it.” He paused, “Now just five more and you’ll be all done.”
His words hadn’t yet registered when his hand landed right in that center spot that reverberated straight through to her sex. This time it hurt! So she yelled. Loudly. “What the hell?” She’d thought it was over. Incorrectly apparently.
But Nate paid her no mind. “Five.” Another firm blow landed in the exact same spot. “Four.” He definitely wanted to leave her with a lasting impression. She helplessly resumed her struggling, but made no more progress at escaping than in her previous attempts.
Crack! The noise hit her ears like a gunshot, seconds before she felt the sting on her left side. Connie let out a yell that ended up in a long, drawn out wail. “Three.” It stung so bad the tears started up again, faster than before. Smack! Now the right side exploded. “Two.” Thud! The final spank landed low in the center and she slumped across his lap in relief. “One.”
It was finally, truly over. He’d said five and she knew he wouldn’t go back on his word. Especially now that he was rubbing light circles over her burning cheeks, with the same hand that seconds before was punishing her. She was still panting like she’d just completed a marathon, still crying steadily she realized, so she forced herself to take a deep breath. She didn’t even attempt to get up though, his stroking felt too good, and she was emotionally drained, but feeling several pounds lighter after being freed from her guilt and shame. She’d broken the rules, accepted her punishment and now it was behind them. Nate still loved her and wouldn’t hold her bad behavior against her. It felt so good to not be worried about how mad he was or if he was waiting to lash out later. She knew exactly how he felt about things and exactly where they stood. It made her smile.
Connie,” Nate started, his words soft and gentle, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m good,” she replied firmly. No way was he going to get the chance to feel bad about what just happened. She might have squirmed and fought during the spanking, desperately trying to get away, but she wouldn’t give up the way she felt now even if it had been a hundred times worse. “I’m sorry I disappointed you and I’ll try harder. I love you Nate.”
His hand froze on her ass for a second then Connie was being hauled up off his lap and turned until he had her straddling and facing him. “You do?” he asked, still tentative but his eyes shone with happiness and relief. He was still worried she’d run, and Connie had to admit that it wasn’t an impossible outcome given her past actions, and the fact that he’d just given her her first real spanking under their new experiment. He’d given her release and reassurance, now it was time for her to do the same.
“Yes I do love you and I feel so much better now. Before when I screwed up we never dealt with it, usually because I ran off and I spent days worrying and feeling guilty, which made me act like more of a jerk because I’d be so twisted up inside.” Nate had his hands around her waist and she leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. “Now, I feel like we dealt with the issue and it’s over. It hurt but I know you love me because you wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t.”
Nate’s breath whooshed out of him and he tightened grip. “I was worried that you’d bolt after the first punishment. I’m so glad you feel that way.” He pulled back and gripped her face in both hands, stroking his thumbs along her cheeks and staring straight in her eyes. “I will never injure you but your punishments will hurt, probably worse than this first one. But hopefully you won’t be punished often? Right?” She nodded in agreement. “But even if you are, I’ll give you your punishment and then all will be forgiven. Okay?” She nodded again, unable to speak from the lump sitting in her throat. She loved him so much and had come so close to losing him. Instead of throwing in the towel when she became unbearable he’d had the strength to propose a solution that could save them.
Nate leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. All of sudden Connie became aware of the hard bulge beneath her, and how wet she was. She’d never suspected that spanking and punishment were a turn on, more of a turn on than anything she’d ever experienced before, but apparently it really pushed all her buttons. She needed Nate now, and responded to his soft kiss by grinding her dripping pussy against his rock hard cock.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and gave her wicked smile. “I thought I was alone in getting hot and bothered from reddening your ass, but I guess not. You like having your behind punished as much as I like you flipped over my knee to deliver the spanks, don’t you?” He thrust against her, the rough denim meeting her swollen folds making her gasp and moan. That was all the answer he required, and Connie found herself
flat on her back in the middle of the bed watching as Nate tore off his jeans and boxers in record time. He crawled onto the bed, pushing apart her thighs, his broad chest covering hers. Just the tips of her nipples brushed his warm skin, and the tease of his dusting of hair made her arch into him. Then he was gone, leaving her wanting more. She raised her head searching for him, and found him kneeling to her left eating her body up with a hungry stare.
“Roll over.” His voice was husky and the commanding tone was back, sending a visible shiver through her as she scrambled to comply.
“Your ass is a gorgeous shade of pink, except for right here,” His hand was wandering over her still warm flesh as he spoke, but halted dead center along the crease where her thighs met her ass. Right where he had delivered those last five slaps. “Here it’s still a nice rosy red.” He bent over and kissed her there, nibbling until she tensed, then urged her to spread her legs with a gentle push so he could access her throbbing core. He slid his hand down and chuckled when he encountered the evidence of just how aroused she was, her juices coating her folds.
“Lift up and get on your knees,” he demanded and Connie had no choice but to obey. Anything to get him closer to her. Anything that would potentially give her relief from the lust and need consuming her. Her ass still ached, though dully, and the remembered feelings of submission she’d felt while over his knee made her crazy. She needed him desperately, needed him to control her, needed him to love her. But most of all right now she needed him to…”Argh!” The inelegant sound burst out of her mouth when his fingers slid into her pussy and his mouth found her engorged clit. She couldn’t help letting out a moan, “Fuck me, please.”
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