Chapter 6
Nate was barely holding himself together, and her whimpered request almost undid him.
Having her over his lap was the hottest thing he’d ever done. Other than some mild forays into bondage they’d never done anything like the spankings they’d hesitantly tried out over the last few weeks. But even their sexy spankings in bed didn’t compare to actually punishing her, letting her know that she’d broken a rule and having her submit to his power. He completely understood why people engaged in power exchange and BDSM, not that he was itching to expand their horizons already but he totally got the motivations.
When Connie stopped screaming at the end, reducing to quiet sobs, he worried she’d jump up and bolt as soon as she had control, but she surprised him. She actually liked it! Liked him dominating her, spanking her to tears, then forgiving her for her bad behavior. It turned her on, immensely he noted from the juices running down his chin. She was writhing against his tongue, trying to get him in the spot she needed to make her explode, but Nate wanted to make her come not have her use him like a blow up doll. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her still warm flesh and squeezed. Not hard enough to really hurt her but enough to get her attention, and it did. She let out a yelp as his palms made contact with her punished cheeks, but she stopped moving.
“Hold still.” He demanded trying to hide his ridiculously huge grin. Oh yes, he definitely liked her instant submission when he spoke in that tone. Nate didn’t want a doormat by any stretch of the imagination, but having her respond to his commands so willingly made his cock twitch and grow even harder. He needed to make her come now, before he shot off without even getting inside her.
Nate circled her clit several times, teasing her with soft licks but holding her still in an iron grip so she couldn’t maneuver into the position she wanted. He was in charge of this little dance and he was going to maintain control until he got what he wanted. Finally, when she let out a frustrated whimper and stopped fighting his hold, he gave her what she wanted, pulling her swollen button into his mouth the same moment he plunged two fingers into her pussy. It only took three pulls on her clit, three thrusts of his fingers, and she was coming, yelling out his name as her hips thrust uncontrollably against his face.
Nate didn’t wait for her orgasm to die down, he needed to feel the clenching of her inner muscles around his cock. He slid out from under her but held her hips up as he climbed up behind her. Then, in one smooth thrust he was inside her warmth. Connie was dripping, and her pussy was still contracting around him, driving him insane with lust. Her hot, throbbing sheath was too much after the spanking and lecturing and then realizing it all affected her the same way it affected him. For the first time in months he felt like they might have a chance at making this relationship work again. And the fact that it was due to domestic discipline? It made him crazy. His balls drew up and he drove into her, slamming all the way to the hilt, pulled out and slammed home again as if he could communicate the depth of his feelings through the force of his hips.
Connie started pushing back, meeting his pounding thrusts eagerly, and yelling so loud the neighbors could probably hear through the closed windows. Nate didn’t give a flying fuck who heard. He had Connie back and hope for their future. This new dynamic in their relationship was going to make everything so much better than before. He just knew it.
Nate came with a strangled yell, pistoning into her so fast she couldn’t keep up. He held her still and released inside her welcoming heat, his cock throbbing with each jet of cum. Holy shit. He hadn’t had an orgasm like that before. Ever. Sweat dripped from his forehead and landed on her still slightly pink ass as he tried to catch his breath. He took advantage of the time and searched her skin for any lasting marks, and felt a ridiculous sense of pride when he found none. He’d worried about bruising her, worried that he’d take it too far with the first punishment, but her soft skin looked perfect.
Nate gripped her around the waist and rolled them both onto their sides without sliding out of her, then pulled her as close as he could. Her ass was snuggled against his groin, where his cock was slowly softening. He held her while their breathing slowed down, enjoying her warm body and the comfortable silence between them.
“That was amazing” Connie finally said long minutes later. She tangled her fingers with his at her waist and pulled his arm tighter around her.
“Yes it was,” Nate replied, “I really think this is going to work for us Connie.”
She drew in a slight breath, and he worried that she would argue, but really how could she in the face of what they’d just shared.
“I do too,” she quietly admitted making Nate smile. He didn’t need any more reassurance than that. This was their life now. He was in charge, but just to make sure she did what needed to be done and didn’t take advantage of him or disrespect him. He loved it, and from her contented sigh so did she.
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The next week proceeded uneventfully. Connie kept up with her end of things and Nate made sure he didn’t immediately head for the couch after work. Just because she was the one with the threat of punishment hanging over her didn’t mean he could slack and sit around like a bump on a log. If anything it made him more aware of his responsibilities. If she allowed him to spank her, he had to be deserving of that trust. He couldn’t be a hypocrite, demanding she fulfill her duties while he neglected his, even if he was tired from a long day at the factory. Connie deserved better than that.
Other than the occasional play swat Connie didn’t earn any spankings, though she wasn’t perfect either. Once day she forgot to stop and pick something Nate asked her to get, but her teacher had sprung a surprise research paper on the class and in her rush to get home and get started it slipped her mind. When she remembered a half hour later she called Nate and left a voicemail explaining what happened and apologizing. Nate was so happy she was honest and upfront about the mistake, which he didn’t really blame her for anyway, that he didn’t even consider punishing her. He wasn’t a slave driver, demanding complete perfection. He certainly wasn’t perfect one hundred percent of the time. She had a legitimate excuse and she’d called so that he could still stop on his way home if he wanted. It all made him even more confident that their relationship was back on the right track.
However by the end of the second week of blissful peace Connie seemed to be slipping back into her old habits. She managed to get everything done but her attitude grew steadily worse. Responding to his questions about her day in short, one word answers, hiding in the office with claims of studying when they were supposed to be spending time together. Until Nate finally had enough Saturday evening.
He called Bobby earlier in the day to get his brother’s thoughts on the situation and was surprised to discover Bobby knew exactly what to do. He said it had been far too long since Connie had a spanking and they needed to implement maintenance. Connie wasn’t being spanked enough and she needed weekly reminders of the rules, and Nate’s love and dominance. That subconsciously her bad attitude reflected her desire to be turned over his knee.
Nate wasn’t completely convinced Bobby’s theory was correct, but since everything else his brother had suggested had worked he figured this might too. It was worth a shot since he sure as shit wasn’t giving up on their new found happiness without trying whatever he could to save it.
Bobby also warned him that Connie probably wouldn’t just agree to be spanked for no reason, at least the first time. Once she saw she needed the release it would be easier, but Nate was prepared for a struggle this first time. Actually, he was kind of looking forward to subduing her, showing her he was man enough to be in charge and wasn’t going to let her sabotage their relationship. That’s what she needed. To know he loved her and cared about her and wasn’t going to put up with any shit.
Even though he was prepared to spank her just for her attitude and because she needed it as a reminder of their experiment and his love, Connie ended up giving Nate a reason. When she fi
nally waltzed in the door an hour and a half late without any call to let him know she was okay or an apology on her lips, he decided that she need more than just a simple hand spanking over his knee. She needed to know he wasn’t going to tolerate blatant disregard and flaunting of the rules.
Nate restrained the urge to leap up at the sound of her keys and meet her at the door ranting and raving. Instead he forced himself to sit still and wait for her. It had the added bonus of giving him a few minutes to calm down now that he knew she was home safe.
He heard her drop her school bag on the floor and kick off her shoes, then she paused as if sensing something wasn’t right, like prey realizing there’s danger close. Silence, then she let out a long shuddering sigh. She didn’t sound scared or worried, he didn’t sense any tension. Actually she sounded relieved. Maybe Bobby was right after all and she needed a reminder. Wanted to be tossed over his knee and have her backside turned cherry red. Well, he would be happy to oblige.
“Nate?” she called out, her voice soft and meek, a stark contrast to her barely civil tone of the last few days.
“I’m in the bedroom.” He called. “Please come in here.” He said ‘please’ but it was obviously a demand, and Connie knew it. She didn’t run down the hall to him, but her swift approach told him it was close to it. Seconds later she appeared in the doorway looking wary, but she didn’t hesitate to come in and stand in front of where he sat in the straight backed chair he’d brought in from the dining room. She gave it a quizzical glance but didn’t question him, instead looking at the floor and not meeting his gaze. Nate felt even more sure about his plan. She had to know why he’d brought an armless chair into their bedroom.
“Pull down your pants.” He ordered. No preliminaries, no explanation. Her head whipped up at that revealing eyes sparking with indignation and surprise.
“I’m not just going to pull my pants down Nate.” She retorted like he was crazy to even suggest such a thing. “You didn’t even tell me what I did wrong.”
“Are you saying you didn’t break any rules Connie? Because if you are than that’s what you should say.” She looked away from his hard stare. “But if you’re saying I need to recite the reasons you’re about to get a spanking, you can be sure I’m going to do exactly that as soon as you pull those pants down.”
She glared at him for a second but didn’t argue further, just went to unbutton her jeans, but Nate stopped her by placing his hand over hers. “I asked a question Connie and I expect an answer, with words.” He released her hand and reached up to gently turn her chin, forcing her to look at him instead of the wall behind him. “Do you think you don’t deserve a spanking?”
She drew in a harsh breath and ground out “I was about to pull down my pants when you stopped me, so obviously I think I do.” Her tone was worse than a fifteen-year-old girl’s and for some reason she didn’t seem to realize her snotty replies were only going to make her punishment worse. Nate tightened his grip on her chin, not enough to really hurt but no longer gentle.
“Connie, baby, you are digging yourself a deeper hole with every smart mouthed response. I’m going to remember each one and add on to your punishment, so I suggest you start answering my questions nicely.” He tried one last time. “Do you admit that you deserve a spanking?” He demanded projecting enough dominance to make Connie shiver.
She didn’t immediately respond and he worried that she was going to try to deny it again. If she did he’d have to do something drastic, but then he heard her whispered answer. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” he prompted, not letting her off the hook that easily.
“Yes Sir, I deserve a spanking.” Her reluctance stole nothing away from the elation he felt at her admission, her submission to his authority.
“Thank you for your honesty Connie.” She smiled at his praise and seemed to relax in the face of his praise. “But you’re still going to be punished. Now take off those pants and get over my knee.”
Her breath hitched again and he watched the pink flush of arousal, or maybe embarrassment, creep over her cheeks. She stepped back and undid the button on her jeans, dragged the zipper down, then shimmied the denim down her legs until it pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of the pile of fabric one foot at a time, then bent over to retrieve and fold them neatly. They landed with a plop on the armchair in the corner. Finally Connie stepped forward and draped herself over his lap. Nate felt the slight tremor in her belly as she squirmed into position and wondered if it was from fear or anticipation. Or both. Her black mesh panties encased her bottom like a delicate veil, barely hiding her lush curves from view. He ran a hand up from the back of one knee, cupping the rounded globe, then across to the other side before continuing down the opposite leg. Caressing her flesh, showing her he loved her before he moved on to anything else. And in an effort to calm his raging hard on that had popped up when she stripped and submitted to him. He had to focus on the task at hand, punishing Connie. She’d broken the rules, had a bad attitude, made him worry about her, all in all this spanking was more than deserved according to their agreement. He didn’t know if she’d like the rest of her punishment, but it wasn’t up to her.
Once Nate regained control he started reciting her misdeeds, rubbing her ass to get the blood to the surface. “You were an hour and a half late tonight Connie, weren’t you?” He heard a muffled sound of agreement from where he face was buried in his jeans. “And what are you supposed to do when you’re going to be late?”
“Call”, she raised her head just long enough to answer clearly.
“Right, and you didn’t call did you?” He emphasized his point with two quick slaps, one on either side that made her shout a breathless “No!”
He resumed his rubbing, “And you’ve had a bad attitude all week, haven’t you?” Two more slaps punctuated his question.
“Yes!”
“And you’ve been avoiding me again, and then refused to answer me honestly when I asked what was wrong.” More slaps, harder, connecting with a different spot each time. Top, bottom, sides, alternating cheeks. He didn’t wait for her to respond, just increased the tempo and force until her hand flew back in a futile attempt to block his blows.
Nate grabbed the intruding appendage and held it against her back with his free hand. “Uh uh Connie, no trying to block me.” Her breathing became labored and sweat started beading at the base of her spine. “Now tell me why you’re behaving badly and not following the rules.” He kept up the relentless pace of his blows as she struggled to escape. Her ass had turned a bright red that turned his dick into steel.
“Because I needed a spanking,” she finally let out on an almost sob. She wasn’t quite crying yet, but Nate suspected she would be before he was finished.
“Thank you for admitting that to me,” he said, his soothing words contrasting sharply with his hand landing dead center on her crease, right above her pussy. She let out a yelp and tugged on her restrained arm, but only for a second. A few more and Nate knew she’d surrender, but he wanted to try something new, see if he could make his point and earn an even deeper submission from her.
“I want you to stand up and bend over the side of the bed when I let you go.” Nate ordered, still holding her down but not touching her behind so she could focus on his instructions. “Put your hands behind your back and don’t move.” Nate paused when she tensed but didn’t say anything…maybe she needed a reminder of the appropriate response. He raised his right hand and let it fall in the exact same spot as the last smack.
“Yes, Sir!” she squealed as she twisted off the bed and leaned forward next to him as instructed.
Nate reached up and grabbed one of their pillows from the head of the neatly made bed. Then he gently lifted Connie’s midsection so he could place the pillow underneath her. The added height lifted her behind in the air, giving him the perfect target. He stood and surveyed the picture she made for a minute, enjoying the view. Her ass was a nice bright pink, no deep red or purple marks yet
, but it was definitely on fire and hot to the touch. Though he loved the way her black panties looked against her pink skin it was time for those to go away. He slid them down then decided they looked even better half way down her thighs. Then he ran his hand back over her heated flesh, ending with his palm laying heavily on one cheek.
“Now it’s time for the rest of your punishment.”
Chapter 7
Connie heard the quiet words distantly, but they thundered and echoed in her mind not quite making sense. As much as she wanted to leap up and scream a protest, shout her safeword and run away, she couldn’t. Nate was right. She did deserve this. In fact she’d spent much of the last week trying to get herself into exactly this position.
Ass up, spread out on the bed, the sting and bite of his hand reverberating through her deliciously reddened behind. The sharp pain of a few moments ago had leveled out into a warm ache that made her toes curl and her pussy tingle. The anticipation of not knowing what the rest of her punishment would be, of having no control over the next few minutes, added a monumental amount of heat to the flames burning in her lower half.
What would he do? How long would it last? Connie fought the urge to demand answers to these questions, along with a detailed explanation of his plans. But she knew even though the knot of dread lodged in her throat would go away if he told her what he was going to do, she would also lose all the feelings swirling around in her. And she liked those, a lot. So she held her tongue and forced herself to lay still in the position Nate wanted and wait. He was in charge, he would do whatever he wanted.
Once the commotion in her head died down Connie realized Nate had been standing there watching her internal struggle. Watching her fight to submit. She took a deep breath and let out all the built up tension, leaving herself ready for Nate.
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