Maybe she’d ask Gina next week. Or the week after. She’d shared enough secrets for one day. Instead she said, “I hope so, too.”
Angie headed straight to Kevin’s after dinner, rather than going home. They didn’t have plans but she wanted to talk to him about sharing what happened between them with his buddies. Sure, they all had similar relationships, but it wasn’t right that he talked about spanking her to them. That was private! And so embarrassing!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, working herself up the entire way to his house. She pulled into the driveway and stomped up to the door, not noticing the three cars parked out front. Not that she would have cared if the entire hospital staff were sitting in his living room at that moment. All she could think about was him gossiping about her being punished like a child. Did he tell them how fat her ass was, or that she was crying like a baby by the end? He better not have told them about the cellulite on the backs of her thighs!
She stormed into the house, barely noticing the screen door slamming shut behind her. A pile of shoes went flying when she stomped through them, which registered as slightly odd since Kevin usually left his boots by the side door into the garage. It didn’t slow her down though, or stop her from opening her mouth as she turned into the living room.
“Kevin!” she screeched, “You are such an asshole!” All the things he told everyone, and what they must think of her now, whirled in her brain, preventing her from taking in the scene around her until Kevin’s voice broke through. Kevin’s very angry voice.
“Angie. What’s going on?”
The haze of rage lifted slightly and Angie realized that Kevin wasn’t alone. Six male faces stared at her in confusion. Well, five looked confused and one looked ready to spit fire. Angie had just walked into the middle of guy’s night and called Kevin an asshole in front of his brother and friends.
Before she even started to feel bad she reminded herself that he was the one in the wrong here. He’d spoken out of turn and embarrassed her first. He deserved to be humiliated in front of his friends.
“I need to talk to you,” she said, turning and stomping down the hallway to the bedroom, not waiting to see if he followed her. If he knew what was good for him, he damn well better follow! If not, she was walking out the door and never coming back.
A hand grabbed her elbow and turned her around. She found herself face to face with Kevin’s stony glare. Before she could even start her rant, he cut her off.
“Let’s go down to the basement so everyone doesn’t hear.” The words came out like a suggestion but he directed her to the stairs as he spoke. “Go down and wait for me, I’ll be right there.”
Well, fine then. If he didn’t want his friends to hear her bitch him out that was okay with her. She wasn’t trying to cause a scene, though he totally deserved it. She flicked on the light and went down into the gloom.
The basement was partially finished, with a weight room on one side and the laundry area on the other. Angie strode over to the punching bag and gave it a whack with her hand, imagining it was Kevin’s face. She heard murmurs from upstairs, before someone turned the television way up, drowning everything else out. Kevin really didn’t want anyone to overhear them. Must mean he knew what she was angry about and didn’t want his friends to know what a jerk she thought he was.
A few seconds later she heard him start down the stairs, pausing to close the door behind him. Then he was right there, stalking across the basement, not looking in the least bit guilty.
“What in the hell is going on Angie?” he demanded, stopping a few feet away from her, arms crossed over his chest. It was going to be like that, huh?
“I can’t believe you would tell everyone about us,” she started, “I can’t believe you’d humiliate me like this!”
“What are you talking about?” He really could play dumb quite well when he wanted to.
“I’m talking about the fact you told everyone about what happened last Friday! How could you tell people about spanking me, and making me cry, and how jiggly my thighs are!” Angie knew she was ranting uncontrollably and practically yelling in his face, but she couldn’t stop.
“Who told you I said that?” He took a step closer, looking ready to blow, and Angie started to reconsider her tone. It was too late now though, she had to push through and make him understand.
“Gina told me, and I’m so embarrassed!”
“Gina told you I said your thighs are jiggly and you cried?” he repeated.
Angie paused and re-played the conversation with her sister. “Well, no, she didn’t exactly say that,” she backpedaled.
“What, exactly, did she say?” he asked.
“Um, she said she heard I got in trouble.” Was that really all Gina had said?
“What else?” he pressed.
Angie searched her mind, but came to the unfortunate conclusion that Gina hadn’t said any of things Angie accused her of. Which meant Kevin probably hadn’t said anything either. Uh oh.
“Nothing else,” she admitted. “I’m sorry, I must have gotten myself all worked up thinking that you were telling people private things about our relationship.”
“So what if I was? Didn’t you spend all of last Friday gabbing with the girls about spanking?”
Angie’s jaw dropped. “No! I mean we talk about it generally, but not about the details!”
Kevin took a step closer, until only a foot separated them. “Why would you think that I would ever tell anyone the details of what happened? If you girls don’t discuss that stuff, why would a bunch of guys?”
She didn’t want to admit it, but he made sense. “So you guys never talk about disciplining us?”
“Sometimes we do, but like you said, we don’t share details. I went to Derek and Nate for advice about having this kind of relationship, and yes I told them you got in trouble last week. But that’s all I told them.”
Angie had never seen Kevin this intense. He infused every word with meaning, pounding her with the fact he spoke the truth, and she’d hurt him by making these wild assumptions.
“I’d never say things like that about you. I love you.”
All her anger blew away at his last words and she closed the distance between them, throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you too. I’m sorry I got all spun up about nothing.”
It took him a minute to get over her launching herself at him, but when he did, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I can’t believe you would think I would do that, Angie.”
“I don’t know what I thought, or why. My imagination just ran away from me and I started feeling embarrassed, then angry, and before I knew it, I was storming into the house yelling. I’m really, really sorry.”
Kevin pulled back and slid his hands to her upper arms. “Do you believe me that I love you and would never speak about you that way to anyone?”
“Yes, I believe you. I love you, too.” Angie felt so relieved that their feelings were out in the open now. She didn’t have to worry about how he felt or what to say. She’d never felt happier in her whole life.
That is, until Kevin spoke again and began leading her over to the weight bench.
“I’m glad you love me, babygirl, but now we have to deal with your behavior.”
* * * * *
Kevin took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions warring within him. He led Angie over to the weight bench. The overwhelming relief he felt at hearing her return his feelings battled with the anger over her outburst and ridiculous assumptions. How could she believe that he’d actually talk to his friends about what happened in the bedroom between them?
What he and Angie had was not the subject of locker room gossip and none of the other guys talked about their women that way, either. He tried to remind himself that Angie had never been in a real relationship before and any of the guys she’d hooked up with in the past did treat her that way. That was the only experience with men she’d ever had. Unfortunately, telling
himself that didn’t make him any less hurt at her accusations.
“Daddy,” she whined, dragging her feet the whole ten feet across the room. "Don’t you have to get back your friends? And the game?”
“My friends are just fine on their own,” he assured her, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his legs. Kevin pulled up her skirt, not even bothering to ask her to do it herself, bunching it at her waist.
“Daddy!” Angie yelped, grabbing the fabric and trying to pull it down, but he was having none of that and stopped her with a hand on her wrists.
“Babygirl, did you or did you not just bust into my living room and call me an asshole in front of my friends?”
Her cheeks colored with her obvious embarrassment, but instead of admitting her fault and accepting the punishment, she said, “I didn’t know they were going to be here!”
Hearing that, Kevin was done talking. The lacy thong she wore gave him enough access that he didn’t bother pulling it down. He pulled her down over his left knee, anchoring her legs with his free leg and began spanking her, firm smacks to each cheek right from the beginning. He ignored her protests and pleas, focusing on reddening her behind. He didn’t want to bruise her, but he definitely intended for this to be a punishment she’d never forget.
“Daddy, everyone’s going to hear!” she cried, “I’ll never be able to face them again!”
“Oh, so you’re embarrassed, are you?” he asked, not slowing his pace. “Are you embarrassed that you’re getting spanked like a naughty girl while my friends are upstairs?”
“Yes, Daddy, it’s embarrassing!”
He paused, as much to rest his hand as to give her a small break. “How do you think I felt when my girlfriend, the woman I love, barged into my house like a crazy person and started cursing at me?”
Angie sniffled and took a deep breath before answering in a small voice. “You were embarrassed.”
“That’s right. I was very embarrassed.”
“So you’re embarrassing me to get back at me?”
“No, that’s not what’s happening here, babygirl,” he replied, straining for patience. “I’m punishing you for your behavior. You know that I always expect you to act like a lady and what you did upstairs was anything but ladylike. “
“But couldn’t you wait until later?” She was crying now and Kevin felt badly, but he had to make her understand.
“No, I couldn’t. I want to always address issues right away. We’ve talked about that. It’s my job to make sure you’re being the best person you can be and to correct you when you’re not. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes Daddy,” she sobbed. “But they’ll hear us!”
“Babygirl, I don’t care if they hear us. Every one of those men upstairs would do the exact same thing if their wife or girlfriend acted like you did.” Once again Kevin was finished discussing this. He slid the paddle he’d grabbed before coming downstairs out of his back pocket and took a firm grip around her waist. “We’re finishing your punishment now.”
Her bottom had cooled from red down to pink, but he quickly brought it back to cherry red with short, sharp flicks of the paddle. She struggled and squirmed, trying to twist away from the sting of the leather, but Kevin held on tight and covered every inch of her behind and upper thighs.
Again and again he brought the paddle down, until finally she gave up struggling and lay limp across his lap.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Kevin set the paddle aside and pulled her upright, cradling her in his arms. He’d spanked her hard, but only for about five minutes, though she probably thought it had lasted for hours. Huge, gulping sobs rocked her body and tears streamed down her face.
“Shh, babygirl, it’s all done now,” he cooed, kissing her head while she struggled to bring herself under control. “All done.”
“Do you forgive me, Daddy?” she asked a few minutes later. The tears were mostly gone and the sobbing had calmed into the occasional stray hiccup.
“Yes, as long as you learned your lesson,” he admonished.
“I definitely did,” she assured him, wiggling in his lap and drawing his attention to the heat he could feel radiating off her ass through his jeans. But he needed to make sure she actually understood his point.
“What did you learn?” he asked, setting her legs down on the ground so she was standing in front of him facing out. He ran a hand over her behind, looking for any bruises. She jumped, startled at his inspection, and he had to prompt her to answer. “Tell me what you learned.”
“I learned that I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. That I need to talk to you before assuming anything. And I should never, ever, call you an asshole.”
Kevin chuckled, but pushed her further. “What else?”
She was quiet for a second, then whispered, “I learned that I should think before I speak and I shouldn’t embarrass you.” She tried to turn in his arms and he let her, satisfied that there were no marks on her lovely skin. “Most importantly, I learned that you love me.”
They were staring in each other’s eyes now, hers still a bit watery. Kevin couldn’t find any hint of anger or bitterness with him for the spanking. Instead he saw love, mixed with a bit of guilt for sure, but mostly love.
“I hope you know that I spanked you because I love you. Not to get back at you or maliciously embarrass you,” he said. “Though there was a little bit of intentional fear of embarrassment in there.”
“I know,” she said, smiling at him, “I deserved it.”
Kevin pulled her down for a kiss, devouring her mouth with his own. He wished he could take her now. Bend her over the weight bench and pound into her from behind. She probably wouldn’t have objected given how she responded to his kiss, moving in and wrapping her arms around his neck. Unfortunately, he had a living room full of company and even though he hadn’t hesitated to spank her in the basement, he didn’t want to risk humiliating her further. Or maybe he just didn’t like the idea of anyone hearing them making love.
Reluctantly he pulled back and focused on fixing her skirt while he said his next words. “Now we’re going to go upstairs and you’re going to fix your hair and wash your face in the bathroom. Then you’re going to apologize to the guys for being rude and you’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom.”
She gasped and her jaw dropped in shock. “Are you grounding me to the bedroom?”
“Yeah, I am,” he replied, “after you apologize.”
She started to sputter out a response, but Kevin gave her a quelling look. One that clearly said she’d be back over his knee in two seconds flat if she protested. He couldn’t help the smirk that snuck onto his lips when she finally turned around and headed up the stairs without a word.
* * * * *
Angie wanted to argue, or bargain, or flatly refuse to show her face in the living room, but she knew that would only make the situation worse. And he was grounding her to the bedroom! Unbelievable!
She resisted the urge to stomp up the stairs since that would have the awful effect of drawing even more attention to them. Instead she tiptoed, quiet as a mouse, Kevin following so close she could feel him behind her the whole way up. Or maybe that was the heat coming off her ass. It was throbbing and sore, but still didn’t compare to the embarrassment at what Kevin’s friends probably heard coming from the basement.
Sure the television was turned up unnecessarily loud and the door leading downstairs was shut, but she had made a lot of noise downstairs. It seemed like a very long while. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to discover only twenty minutes had passed and for the last ten she’d been sitting on Kevin’s lap trying to get herself under control.
At the top of the stairs she pushed the door open, as slowly and smoothly as possible. When the space became wide enough, she slid through and made a sharp right turn, hugging the wall like a ninja in the hope that no one would see her. Once out of view of the living room she
raced the rest of the way to the bathroom, shutting the door without looking to see if Kevin followed. She hoped not. Right now she needed a minute to herself to process what had just happened.
Kevin had spanked her while his friends sat in the living room drinking beer and watching hockey. He’d also told her that he loved her, even after she’d acted like a raging bitch. Then he’d held her and told her again how much he loved her and how much she meant to him. Of course then he’d gone and ruined it by saying she had to apologize and then go sit in the bedroom, like she was an obnoxious teenager or something!
Of course, that’s just how she’d acted, so the punishment was fitting. Now she just had to get through facing the guys.
A look in the mirror revealed red-rimmed raccoon eyes and hair that looked like a rat's nest. She considered pleading with Kevin for a reprieve, but nixed that idea before it fully formed. He wouldn’t back down now. He didn’t often demand she do something, but when he did he meant every word.
Nope. There was no way she was getting out of this, so better to just hurry up and get it over with.
She washed her face with hot water, taking off all her makeup and hoping that it would turn her skin a nice even shade of pink so her puffy eyes wouldn’t be so noticeable. Then she brushed out her hair and pulled it back into a quick ponytail.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared her apology and opened the door. Striding down the hallway with more confidence than she felt, Angie reminded herself that Kevin loved her. And that she deserved this. Her own actions had brought her to this point and she’d just have to be brave and say what she had to say. She knew all these guys, knew how they lived their lives, and none of them would think less of her for letting Kevin be in charge.
She rounded the corner at the end of the hall and stepped into the living room. All conversation ended and suddenly every eye was on her, waiting for her to speak.
Words failed her for a second, so she took a deep breath, steadying herself under the force of their combined stares. Nate, Keith and Derek looked expectant and had kind smiles. Not pitying, but like they knew what she’d gone through and were ready to forgive her for disturbing their afternoon. Chris just looked confused. But Bobby’s face held no sympathy or understanding. Stern and disapproving, like he wanted to punish her more. She felt sorry for Darcy if that’s how her husband looked at her whenever she was naughty. Not that she could see Darcy misbehaving very much, if at all.
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