Headmaster Navy SEAL: An OMYM Domestic Discipline BBW Romance

by Mia Luxe

  “I, Emily Jones, take thee, Tanner Strom, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, to support and obey, till death us do part.”

  Tanner’s squad mate Hawk, is a tall, lean man with hard eyes that soften for the first time as he hands the rings to the minister, who blesses them. The minister hands the first ring to Tanner, and I hold out my trembling hand. Tanner takes my hand is his huge palm, sliding the ring on the third finger.

  “With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee honor, and all my worldy goods and experiences with thee I share. In the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.”

  I repeat the words as I put his wedding band on his finger, and my world stops. Each moment ticks by in wonder, and I know this day will be forever burned into my memory.

  “You may now kiss the bride,” says the minister, and Tanner’s lips find mine. He kisses me with such deep passion as he pulls me close, and the crowd of our friends and family cheer out in happiness.

  24

  Emily Jones

  I’m in the clouds. Life with Tanner has been beautiful in a way I never thought possible. Waking up in the morning, my first thought is how lucky I am.

  It’s been a year since he left the Academy, and lately the urge to work has gotten hold of him. He started a high-end security company – but, thank God, he’s leaving the dangerous work to up-and-coming men who still have something to prove.

  I smile as I grip the wheel of the brand-new Volkswagen Tiguan and drive to the butcher. I want to get a big ribeye for Tanner to grill to celebrate the first month of his new business. I lick my lips, already imagining how we’re going to celebrate after dinner…

  …when the sirens light up in my rear-view mirror.

  Oh no! I was going way over the speed limit, and… Uh oh…

  I pull over and the cop comes to the door. He’s a serious-looking fellow, tall and gaunt with piercing eyes. I roll down the window and he stares at me for two uncomfortable seconds.

  “Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?”

  I shake my head. “I’m not sure, officer.”

  “You were going fifteen miles an hour above the limit. And you see that red sign twenty feet back? That’s a stop sign you blew through. Speeding alone is dangerous enough without distracted driving.”

  I gulp. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t focusing.”

  “You don’t focus, and people can die. License and registration, please.”

  I hand over my driver’s license and paperwork, my hands trembling. He takes the documents and runs them and comes back with two tickets.

  I drive ten miles under the speed limit to the butcher and don’t smile as I buy the steak. All I can think about is how foolish I was.

  What if I caused an accident? What if I had Tanner’s child in the backseat and something happened to him?

  I get home and know I can’t face Tanner right away. I go into little Gavin’s room, and as soon as I see our baby my stress melts away. He’s the most beautiful little child I’ve ever seen. Right now, he’s sleeping quietly, and I don’t want to wake him. I step up reluctantly, knowing I have to tell Tanner what happened.

  Tanner is in his home office, typing on his laptop. When he sees me he stands.

  “Hello, gorgeous. I see you’ve brought me something delicious.”

  I bite my lip.

  I should tell him about the speeding ticket.

  My eyes land on his hand, and I flinch, knowing how badly it’s going to hurt when I explain what happened. I know I need it, but I can’t face it, not right now.

  I’ll tell him tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin tonight.

  I smile. “I want to celebrate. Tonight is all about you. I got your favorite: Ribeye. You’ve started an amazing private security company, giving peace of mind to people who have to worry about so much.”

  He nods. “We stopped an armed robbery just last night. A client with platinum protection had two robbers come to his house. They’re in custody now, because of us. I think we made a customer for life with that performance.”

  A shock of worry rushes through me. “You weren’t there, were you?”

  He smiles. “Of course not, Emily. I’ll leave the danger for men who don’t have as much as me. I’ve got everything to live for. And soon, I’m going to have so much more. I’m happy being the man who negotiates the million-dollar deals, not the one on the ground. I did my part.”

  The only hint that he was thinking about his time in the Middle East is a slight tightening around his eyes, as he remembers his time doing his part there.

  “I better get these steaks in the fridge.”

  I turn and walk away, feeling the guilt roil in my stomach. I know I should have told Tanner, but I don’t want anything to spoil the night.

  Speeding is one thing, but not even noticing the stop sign? Not paying attention can have real consequences.

  The barbeque is delicious. Tanner knows exactly when to flip the steaks to make them mouth-watering, and I chopped up the vegetables to go along with it. We spend a blissful evening chatting idly, but all the while the guilt is eating me away.

  His phone buzzes, and he puts down his fork and takes it from his pocket.

  “This is rude, but I have to take this. It’s the police commissioner.”

  The police commissioner? Is everything okay?

  He walks away, leaving me to stew. When he returns the kindness and joy is going from his eyes. He is stern and commanding.

  “Emily, why did you lie to me?”

  My heart pounds.

  “What do you mean?”

  “The commissioner just called to say you got stopped for reckless driving and speeding, and that he was going to wipe the charges as a favor to me. We go way back.”

  I swallow, my mouth dry. The taste of the delicious dinner goes sour in my mouth.

  “I… I didn’t want to ruin dinner. I’m so proud of you, and I promise I was going to tell you. Just not right away.”

  He shakes his head, slowly. “He told me you blew right through a stop sign. What happens if there’s a truck going the other way?”

  He steps forward, putting his huge palm against my cheek. I tremble under his touch, knowing exactly what’s going to happen soon.

  “I’m sorry, Tanner.”

  “And not only that, but you hid things from me. Never hide things from me, Emily. I’ve seen too many relationships lost to secrets. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, Emily. Do you understand?”

  I can’t meet his eyes. When he tells me he’s going to teach me a lesson, my body trembles. My nipples harden into sensitive buds, heat flooding between my legs.

  I nod. “I understand.”

  He shakes his head, and a jolt of fear goes through me. There’s so much disappointment in his eyes.

  “Go to the bedroom and wait for me. I don’t want to do this in anger.”

  I make my way to the bedroom, my head hung low. In the past, whenever he meted out discipline, it was always done instantly. Tanner has never had to take time to himself.

  It’s because I’ve never lied to him in the past.

  The waiting is torturous. Each second moves by like it takes an hour. All I can imagine is the searing pain of his hand on the bare flesh of my ass, and the guilt of hiding things from Tanner eats me up inside. Despite the fear of the pain, I know how badly I need to get the guilt off my back.

  I wait on the bed, and ten minutes later Tanner arrives at the door. He looks at me with his stern eyes, and I can’t meet his gaze.

  Tanner walks up to me, putting his palm gently under my chin and making me look him in the eyes. Guilt wracks me.

  “Emily, you’re the mother of my children. You need to be the one person in the world I can trust completely. I need you to tell me you’ll never lie or hide anything from me again.”

  I swallow hard. “I will never lie t
o you, Sir.”

  He nods. “Good. And you understand why you need to be punished?”

  “I do.”

  Tanner sighs deeply. I know he enjoys the sight of me naked, but it seems like even he is in some way dreading what is about to happen.

  Because he knows how strict he’s going to have to be.

  He sits down next to me, and grabs me, pulling me across his lap with ease. I’m always reminded by how big and strong he is when he manhandles me as if I weigh nothing. I shiver in anticipation and nervousness, and as his hand slides up the back of my dress – touching the bare flesh of my ass – a low moan escapes me. My nipples are rock hard – sensitive and begging to be touched. I know his touch is going to be ruthless, and that I won’t get the satisfaction I crave.

  Until after the punishment.

  He pulls my dress up, exposing my ass to him, and I feel so small and powerless over his lap. There’s a hiss of air and he brings his big palm down on the flesh of my ass. I whimper in the sudden pain. He didn’t start gently.

  “You will never lie to me again,” he says solemnly, bringing his hand down hard against my bare flesh for the second time. Agony shoots through my body, and the warmth spreads between my legs. I’m painfully turned on, and I wriggle against his body. His cock surges in response, hard and strong between his legs and pressing up against me. Tanner rips my panties from me, and I’m bare – my wetness exposed. There’s a humiliating knowledge that he can see how I glisten from his discipline.

  Nothing has ever felt so right before. I feel like I’m in my place, where I belong. His hand comes down again, slapping against my left buttock with a crack that fills the room. I cry out in pain, tears forming in my eyes.

  “We’re just getting started. I’m using my hand to teach you to pay attention when you’re driving. When you have our child in the backseat, you need to pay attention. Understand?”

  “I understand,” I manage to say through my trembling lips. His hand comes down again on my sore bottom, and I know he can see a red handprint formed on my bare flesh.

  “Once I’m satisfied you’ve learnt your lesson, I’m going to teach you not to lie… With my belt.”

  I shudder at his words. He hasn’t used his belt on me in ages, and I’d almost forgotten the feeling of the leather marking my flesh.

  His hand comes down again on my ass, and he’s done playing nice. He turns my ass red with an onslaught of hard, fast spanks, each one hurting more as he disciplines me firmly. Tears flow from my eyes, and I shudder and writhe. He grabs my wrists in one hand, holding them behind my back so I won’t try to protect my buttocks and risk getting hurt.

  Finally, he stops, and I shake and quiver over his lap. His cock is hard and eager for me, and I know he wants nothing more than to be done with the discipline and fuck me like his property.

  But he’s going to belt me first.

  “Stand up,” he orders, and I get up on shaking legs.

  He stands as well, towering over me. He’s so strong and powerful – so in command. His bright eyes bore into my soul. He knows exactly what I need.

  “Get on your knees on the bed.”

  I get on my knees on the bed, presenting my red ass to Tanner. This is the position that I love to be in while he grabs my hips and thrusts every inch of his enormous cock into me. This is the position that makes me feel the sluttiest. The position that makes me feel the most his. I remember the last time we fucked, just last night, and how he came deep inside me in this very position, filling me with his hot seed.

  I arch my ass up instinctively, offering myself to him. I know it’s going to be painful, but I can’t help it. I’m so deeply under his spell that it’s like I’m someone else.

  I whimper as I hear Tanner pulling the belt from his pants. He pulls it out swiftly, the sound of leather whipping out a precursor to the sounds that are going to fill the room.

  “Tanner, I don’t know if I can handle this,” I say, biting my lip.

  His fingers slide against my soaking wetness, teasing my entrance, and pleasure arcs through my body. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. There’s still a vestige of guilt remaining, and I ache to be cleansed of my lies.

  I’ll never lie to him again. I never want to feel this guilt in the pit of my stomach.

  I moan out in need, eager to be filled with his throbbing manhood when his fingers leave me.

  “Emily, I’m not a weak man. There is nothing in this world you can do, nothing that can happen to you, that I don’t want to hear about. You’ll never have a secret that is too much for me to handle. I need you to know that you can trust me. I need you to know I’ll always be on your side.”

  I nod, my eyes drying. My ass is still on fire, agonized from his harsh spanking, but I know I need more. I know I need to be punished for what I did.

  “I’ll never lie to you again, Tanner.”

  “Good. But there are still consequences to your actions.”

  The hiss of air is the only warning I get before his belt comes down hard against my ass. Searing fire shoots through my body, and I cry out in pain. My arms tremble and I don’t know if I can hold myself up much longer.

  “Oh, God! Tanner, that hurts! Please!” I moan out, but I know nothing I can say will change his mind. He knows what’s best for me.

  “You need to be punished, Emily.”

  The belt comes down again on my ass, and I cry out in pain. I whimper as tears flow down from my eyes when the belt hits me again, and my arms give out. I lay down on the bed, my body shaking, and I ache to protect my ass with my hands. I know it’s more dangerous to do this, and it will just make the punishment worse.

  “Three more.”

  The belt comes down hard. I know there are only two more left, but I don’t know if I can handle them. Then, Tanner’s fingers find my pussy, and need fills me. The pain and pleasure intermingle, driving me to heights of arousal I can barely stand. My brain is filled with absolute need. Thoughts start and don’t fully form, and all I want is to submit myself fully to my man.

  His fingers leave me, and I whimper, knowing the punishment is not yet over.

  Tanner whips me with the belt again, and I know how red my ass must be. His breathing is harsh. I can feel his need. It’s like there is an animal in the room with me, a beast barely holding on. His cock must be rock hard and throbbing. Tears flow freely down my face when the belt hits me one last time. Agony shoots through me and I gasp for air.

  I writhe and wriggle on the bed, my ass on fire, when the sound I’ve been waiting for fills my ears. Tanner unzips slowly, and I hear him pulling his pants and shirt off. I turn my head and look at him.

  He’s so strong and powerful, a huge man with rippling muscles. I never get tired of his massive, muscular body. My eyes fix on his cock and his two dangling balls filled with his seed. I want to get on my hands and knees, but I’m too weak from his discipline to do anything but lie on the bed as he mounts me.

  The former SEAL presses his dick against my opening, and he grunts like an animal as he fills me in a long, powerful stroke. His huge biceps wrap around my body, circling my neck. He lays his weight on me as his dick pulses inside me. I’m pressed against the bed by Tanner, and I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. Pleasure fills me as he stretches me deeper and deeper. My sore ass rubs against his body, and the pleasure and pain mixes in my mind.

  “You’re mine, Emily,” Tanner growls in my ear, flexing his muscles and holding me even tighter as he fucks me slowly. I can’t move an inch under his huge weight. I’m pressed firmly against the bed, and even if I wanted to move or try to escape there’d be nothing I could do to stop the dominant man from cumming deep inside me.

  “I’m yours,” I moan, gasping out in pleasure as he fucks me harder. The soft mattresses under me bounces me back with each thrust, and he fucks me deeper and deeper. I can feel his huge balls pressing against me with every stroke of his dick.

  He kisses my ear, nipping at my lobe. I can feel
his breath panting against my ear, and hear his need to own me.

  “I’m going to fill you with my seed, Emily.”

  My eyes roll back as he says those words, and I experience the deep, primal need for him to seed me. My pussy pulses as I cum hard, screaming out in pleasure. His cock flexes and he shoots his hot cum inside me, and in this moment I know he owns me.

  25

  Emily Jones

  Three Years Later

  I smile as I hear the key turning in the lock. Tanner is home, and I’ve made a Sunday roast. Our new baby is peacefully napping in his room. We named him Evan, after a squad mate that didn’t make it back from the Middle East. He shares a room with his older brother, Gavin. Tanner opened up about his time overseas during the pregnancy, and I feel closer than ever.

  The one thing I miss is the feeling of his hand coming down hard against my ass. During my second pregnancy and recovery, Tanner didn’t let me lift a finger. While he was working hard to grow his budding bodyguard agency, he hired a maid to help around the house.

  Tanner walks into the kitchen and I melt as I see him in his tailored suit, which fits his body perfectly. He’s always so in control. He’s my rock.

  He walks to me and kisses me deeply, inflaming me with passion. There’s dinner in the oven, but I almost forget about it as his tongue enters my mouth. In fact, I’d have forgotten… If it hadn’t been for the memory of a hard spanking I’d received after burning dinner one night, when it slipped my mind that I had food in the oven.

  “How was work?” I ask, after we break the kiss off.

  “Good. Signed another client, a rock star who wants to tour in France. I’m going to have to hire some new agents to handle the increased volume.”

  I beam at him. “That’s great news.”

  I bite my lip, imagining him taking me over his lap and spanking me again. It’s been so long since the last discipline session, and I’m shamed that there’s the temptation to burn dinner, to sass him – to do anything to feel his hand against my bare flesh again. I feel guilty that I’d be willing to cause trouble just to get what I want.