Taming His Brat

by Piper Stone

  “There. That wasn’t so difficult to say. I’m not running away from you, Cooper. I’m not that kind of guy. You can be yourself around me. I don’t care what happened in your past, unless something or someone hurt you. Otherwise, we’re both starting fresh, enjoying each other company. Besides, I’m determined to help you learn self-control.”

  His words were almost too soothing, enough so she was already feeling remorse for her actions. The man had a way about him. Ugh. He was ceremoniously stripping her of all her perfectly coifed layers, finding the marshmallow cream center. “I will try. It’s just going to take me some time. Okay?”

  “Fair enough. Are you ready for your punishment?”

  “As much as I’ll ever be.”

  “Excellent. Place your arms behind your head and clasp your fingers together.”

  Cooper wasn’t surprised she obeyed him instantly. A series of warm sensations were washing through her system, allowing her to be free. Damn, the man was good.

  “Legs apart.” He took very methodical steps toward the table, selecting the switch and rolling it between his fingers. “We’ll do twenty with this. I think that will help you remember that you need to follow rules. My rules. And I’m not kidding about this, Coop.”

  She concentrated on the sound of his footsteps as he walked closer, her heart pounding the same beats. When he rubbed his hand all the way down her spine, she almost convulsed, nervous as a kitty cat. Her entire body was trembling with the kind of anticipation that kept her nipples erect and her pussy deliriously wet, but she was determined to keep her position. She was also determined to accept her punishment like the good little girl Rex wanted her to be.

  He tapped both ass cheeks before taking a step back.

  The whooshing sound was slight. The sting was biting.

  She gasped then bit back her cry, her body wavering forward and backward. He seemed to be studying his aim, the tips of his fingers brushing over her bottom. She heard him inhale and she closed her eyes, preparing for the second stroke.

  It came along with a third. Then a fourth.

  “Oh!” Gritting her teeth, she stamped one foot as pain rushed down the backs of her legs. He certainly didn’t need to use much power in order for the strikes to hurt like a son of a bitch. Her dom had obviously used this form of punishment before.

  “You’re doing very well.”

  His hand was soothing, calming her nerves but when he snapped his wrist again, this time catching her on her sit spot, she flailed her arms until her hands could cover her bottom. The heat was extraordinary from just a little thing smacking her. “Christ.”

  “Now, now. Stay in position or we’ll have to start again.”

  Swallowing, she heard the way she was now grinding her teeth as she struggled to place her arms behind her head once again. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in...

  Snap!

  “Oh. Fuck. Fuck!” She almost let out a nervous giggle but sucked it in. She also wanted to jump out of her skin, shocked a little piece of wood could hurt that fucking much.

  “I’ll let that go. This time.” Rex issued four in succession then caressed her skin, breathing across her shoulders. “I’m very proud of you.”

  Hell, she was proud of herself. “How many more?”

  “Four.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He gave her two strokes and stopped, allowing her to take a breath. When he issued the last two, they were against her upper thighs.

  “Ow. Ow!” Cooper folded over at the waist, blinking away tears. Damn. Damn!

  No cursing. She hated her inner voice. Freaking. Fucking. Hated it.

  Taking her into his arms, he kissed her cheek and whispered, “Very good girl. Go stand in the corner right over there and think about your behavior. I want you to reflect on your actions.”

  “Yes, sir.” She’d never been one to snivel before, but damn if she didn’t sound like she was. Her feet were heavy as she walked toward the corner, sucking in baby breaths in an effort to calm her breathing to any degree. She longed to be able to rub her ass and take the sting away, but no such luck.

  Stay in position.

  Be a good girl.

  Reflect.

  Yeah, right. She suspected the pain from this particular round of discipline would fade quickly. But the paddle? The very evil-looking paddle? There was no way. She wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a week.

  “Fifteen minutes and keep your hands by your sides. No rubbing your ass. I’ll be back.”

  “Yes, sir.” Fifteen minutes? She could die of embarrassment in that period of time. Huffing under her breath, she didn’t try and turn her head, but was able to hear him walking out of the room. She imagined him grabbing a beer, enjoying the fact he was making her suffer by waiting for yet another harsh, humiliating punishment. Damn him. She closed her eyes, clenching both fists together as the sensations on her ass cheeks shifted back and forth from tingling to burning. Oooohhh... She dared not issue a single sound.

  Cooper took several deep breaths, her emotions more subdued than they had been for some time. She had to face the fact that the spanking was already doing her some good. Yeah, she was calm as a cucumber all right. A giggle surfaced before she could stop it, the sound managing to float all the way to the hallway. She just knew he was going to round the corner, chastising her behavior yet again.

  The second she heard the deep and velveteen rumble of his rough and tumble baritone, she winced, thinking of all the ways she should apologize. The sound wasn’t coming any closer, but he was talking to someone. What the hell? She was unable to stop herself from leaning back, trying to gather what he was saying. He had to be on his phone. Who was he calling at this time of night? Maybe his father? That seemed odd, especially in the middle of a punishment session.

  She caught about every third word, but she did manage to catch, “...find out... Captain Trent Michaels’ condition. I heard you...” Her curiosity was piqued to the point she was salivating. Whatever he was hiding he couldn’t get off his mind. Why wouldn’t he tell her what was going on and why he hated the term ‘hero’? They both had trust issues.

  But if they couldn’t trust each other, what chance did they have?

  The fifteen minutes seemed to drag on until her arms almost cramped and still, Rex hadn’t returned. She almost broke formation but then she finally heard a sound. Making certain her head and back were straight, she held her breath.

  “I’m proud of you. You can let your arms down now.”

  A scattered huff left her throat as she did as she was told, her body now stiff. She took a chance rubbing her ass, feeling the slightest hint of a few marks. By that point, he’d yanked out a kitchen chair and sat down.

  He patted his lap. “Come on over here.”

  She pressed her arms together in front of her, walking ever so slowly toward him, eyeing the two paddles more closely. They were entirely different sizes, one obviously perfect for him to use at this moment, as he was in close proximity. Maybe she should be thankful that she wasn’t being forced to lean over the chair instead of over his lap.

  “You do understand why I’m spanking you.” This time, the similar words were stated instead of asked.

  “I do, sir. I need cleansing, a lesson about my behavior.” She must have answered correctly since he didn’t rebut. As he helped her over his lap, myriad thoughts and desires converged together, whispering in her mind. All the intense dreams leaving her hot and wet and all the times she’d smacked her own ass with her favorite bath brush were nothing in comparison. This was juicy and wonderful, creating a sublime atmosphere all around her.

  As he pressed his hand against the small of her back, she undulated her hips. He was hard as a rock and she was able to feel how much his cock was throbbing, even through the dense material. Her mouth watered, a single drop slipping just past her lip. He was her protector, her disciplinarian, and her knight in shining armor on a white steed.

  And she loved him more than she dare
d to try to comprehend.

  “Hands on the floor.”

  “Yes, sir.” Palms down, she was ready for this round of punishment, the hard thudding that would pound against her rounded cheeks. This was her ultimate fantasy. She craved the release, being able to finally let go, sobbing until the tears burned her skin. Maybe then she could forgo the horrors, finally accepting what had occurred was in her past. Please God, let me bawl like a baby. Please.

  The first smack was jarring and painful, but not nearly as much as she needed.

  Rex shifted, changing her position on his lap and tapping her ass with the edge. “I know you’ve been through a difficult time. I understand you’re hurting.”

  Why did the words echo? “Yes, sir.”

  “This is going to hurt.”

  There was no describing the way the paddle felt as it was smacked against her ass, not once but four times, one coming after the other. She could tell she was moaning, but the sound was muffled. And still no tears.

  Rex issued four more, stopping for mere seconds to rub his hand across her ass. Then he began again, this time in earnest, using just enough force that the pain became agony then slid into a wondrous euphoria.

  “Such a bad girl.”

  Yes, she was. I’m bad. I’m terrible. I’m horrible. Whip me. Just whip me.

  He continued, one coming after the other, the hard cracking sound reverberating in her ears. She sensed she was humping his groin, her legs partially open, the wet slick of her cunt no doubt soaking his jeans.

  But not a single tear.

  Go. Go. More. More!

  The mantra she couldn’t say. She couldn’t disappoint him.

  His breathing ragged, he ran a finger down the crack of her ass, sliding just the tip inside her cunt. “You’re wet.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re hungry.”

  “Oh, yes, sir, but...” She bit back the words, ashamed of her needs, mortified of her dark desires.

  “But?”

  “Nothing, sir.” Her voice was so small, a frightened girl trying to find her way back home.

  And all she wanted to do was cry.

  “Good. You’re going to suck me later.” The command was laced with darkness and she loved every second of his rugged timbre.

  She wiggled again, enjoying the way he was forced to suck in his breath. Everything about this moment was drawing them closer, but enough to weather the storm that she knew was coming? Clenching her eyes shut, she held her breath as he issued the last smacks, savoring the sound as much as the intense pain. Maybe she was turning into a pain junkie. The thought was riveting. Instantly, dozens of prickles surfaced all over her skin.

  “We’re finished. I think you’ve learned your lesson.” His voice was husky, almost inaudible.

  “No!” The single word boomed. As soon as she issued it, she tried to shut down, to push out everything. There would be no release today, not in the way she needed. Why? Why?

  Rex stiffened almost immediately then very slowly relaxed, his fingers brushing along the lower portion of her back. “Why?”

  “Nothing. I mean nothing, sir.”

  “Do you want more?”

  She bit her lip, wishing she hadn’t blurted out anything. “I just... I’m a terrible person. I think I do need more.”

  “First of all, you’re not a terrible person. Unruly? Yes. Untamed? You bet. But everything about you is special. What’s the real reason?”

  Seconds ticked by in slow motion, her fears of being criticized snagging onto her courage like a freaking pit bull. “I’m fine.”

  He snapped his hand against her bottom. “When I ask you a question, you need to answer.”

  Cooper held back the words until she couldn’t take it any longer. “Because I need release. Because I’m overwrought and I can’t focus. I’m just sick. I’m just...” She had no idea if the words made any sense. When he helped ease her into a standing position, she knew in her heart she’d failed herself. She was a stupid fool. Her head hung low and she refused to look into his eyes. The one thing she couldn’t stand to see was disappointment. She had far too much of that for her actions and decisions. Hell, for everything. Every choice she’d made seemed poorly done, childish.

  “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I wish you would tell me.”

  “Just the ugliness. I hate who I’ve become.”

  Rex exhaled in an exaggerated fashion before finally standing. He lifted her chin with a single finger. “I’ll continue, but we will stop when I know you’ve had enough. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.” She’d turned into a weak puddle of goo. Where was the strong woman who’d set out on her own, moving to St. Louis with little more than a thousand dollars in her bank account?

  He turned the chair a complete one eighty. “Lean over.”

  Eagerness rushed into her system, the longing for release like a drug-induced fix. She did as she was told, her hands firmly gripped around the hard wooden edge of the chair.

  “Ten and no more, but they will be severe.”

  “Oh, yes, sir.” After this, her lover and dom would no doubt run far away, refusing to have anything to do with such a disgusting piece of human flesh. But maybe at least she’d have her relief.

  Smack!

  The thudding sound echoed, the force of his swing jamming the back of the chair into her tummy. She was alive and on fire, gasping as the anguish tore into her muscles.

  He issued a second and third, his breathing labored as he stopped and caressed her ass. The man could never know how insanely good this felt, more freeing than anything else she could ever imagine.

  You’re bad. You’re bad. You’re bad.

  Just thinking the words gave her a smile.

  She could almost hear the dense wood cracking ever so slightly as it smacked against her ass, this time jarring enough she sank down. The first tears formed in her eyes. Relief. Dear God, the first hint of relief. After two additional hard slaps, she began to sob, no longer fighting to choke back her emotions, just letting everything go.

  “You’re okay. Let it go,” he said quietly as he rubbed her back.

  Pushing up from the chair, she was shaking as she got back into position. He had to finish. He just had to do this.

  He finished the ten, groaning under his breath.

  The sound of the paddle being placed on the table was almost sad, even though her bottom was sore and certainly bright red in color. She’d remember this particular punishment for a long time. As she should. The tears fell easily, plopping down on the chair, running across both sides. The two streams were beautiful in her mind. This was wonderful. There were no monsters. There were no bad men.

  “Jesus.” Gathering her into his arms, he held her close, stroking her hair and wiping away her tears with his other hand. “Crying is good for the soul.”

  “Yes, it is.” She lifted her head until she was able to see into his eyes. They remained so haunted, full of guilt and worry. He didn’t try to pry for information and he certainly didn’t issue chastising words. He merely held her, rocking her back and forth. Somehow, they ended up back in the chair, her bruised bottom placed ever so gently on his lap, his hold even more protective.

  They remained in silence, her head nuzzled against his chest, his big, strong arms wrapped around her like the most comforting blanket. She wanted nothing more than to open up to him, to share all her fears. “I spank myself sometimes, especially when I’m stressed.”

  “You do?”

  “Uh-huh. I have a huge wooden bath brush I’ve had for years. I crave the pain. Sometimes the anguish is the only thing that keeps me sane.” A slight chuckle pushed past her lips. “I know that sounds crazy.”

  “Not crazy at all. I’ve done... things to bring myself back to reality. We all need a crutch from time to time.”

  She fingered his shirt, toying with the buttons. “Does that make me weird?”

  This time, he chuckled and kissed the top of her hea
d. “Oh, you’re a little weird all right, but not because of that.”

  “You’re still a meanie.” The heat coming from his body filtered into hers, stopping the chills. Maybe she wasn’t cold, merely terrified of letting him see the real woman inside. “I like pain. I crave it. This is tough for me to say, even more difficult to admit to myself.” The realization as well as the admittance was also freeing.

  “I know. Trust me, I know what you need, my sweet brat. Day at a time.”

  “Day at a time.” This would be her new mantra and she’d have faith in both of them.

  Or at least she’d try.

  Wiggling on his lap, the scratchiness of his jeans sliding against her bruised ass was a powerful aphrodisiac. The scent of her feminine desires wafted between them and she parted her legs, dangling one between his.

  He absently brushed his hand down her neck to her chest, flicking a single finger back and forth across her nipple. Both were already so sensitive and aching and the slight touch drew her breath from deep within. When he pinched and twisted her hardened nubs, she opened her mouth, clawing at his chest.

  “I want your nipples and clit pierced. I never want you to wear panties and always want you naked when we’re alone together. I want you hot and wet, ready for me. Do you want that, my little brat? Do you want me to take you to new heights of pleasure?”

  “Yes. Yes, sir. More than anything.”

  “Do you want to belong to me?”

  She nodded and shifted again, reveling in the way the thick bulge between his legs fit between hers. “More than anything.”

  Pulling her chin into his hand, his grip was firm as he lowered his head, crushing his lips over hers. He crawled his fingers down between her legs, swirling the tip around her clit. Thrusting his tongue inside, he drank from her, taking in her essence as he devoured her mouth.

  The kiss was enigmatic, a wild rush of adrenaline and flaming desire. This was his moment of taking her in any manner he wanted, his submissive.

  His woman.