by Alta Hensley
I pulled up to the house and my stomach sank the minute I saw Coley’s car. Not only had I not told Coley about Caine and I being in love, Caine was under the impression I had! I knew inside that house were two people who were absolutely incensed with me.
I opened the door to the house still clinging to a hope that maybe the conversation never came up. That maybe they both had no idea what I did, or rather, didn’t do. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw by the way they both glared at me, any hope of a good outcome was lost.
“Neely, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you and Caine are together!” Coley screamed. I had never seen Coley this mad at me. Her curly hair looked wild around her face. Her green eyes flared with anger.
Caine crossed his arms and stared at me with fury in his eyes. “You told me you were going to tell her. Two weeks ago!” Caine’s voice boomed.
Coley gasped, “Two weeks ago? Two weeks ago! Jesus, Neely I thought we were friends!” She then turned her anger towards Caine. “And you! You’re my brother for Christ’s sake! Why the fuck have you been keeping this secret?”
I quickly came to Caine’s defense. “It’s not Caine’s fault. I told him I would tell you, and he had assumed I had. I’m so sorry Coley! I didn’t mean to hurt you by not saying anything. I just…”
Caine interrupted with rage in his voice, “Are you telling me Neely, you haven’t told any of your friends about us? Are you hiding our relationship like some dirty little secret?”
I shook my head as I looked at the two most important people in my life. They both had such anger directed at me. But what broke my heart was the pain in their eyes.
“I am so sorry, Caine. I love you so much. I have no excuse for not telling Coley.” I turned toward Coley. “Please forgive me Coley. You are my best friend, and I should have told you.”
Coley looked at Caine and then looked at me. “Do you love my brother? Because he just got done telling me he is head over heels in love with you,” Coley asked calmly.
“Yes, yes! I love him more than I have loved anyone. I didn’t know I could feel a love like this. It’s all consuming and I love every minute of it. I guess I was just living in my perfect utopia with Caine, and I chose to be selfish by not sharing it with anyone,” I answered as tears burned the back of my eyes.
Caine walked toward me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me on my forehead and in a very calm but firm voice said, “I’m going to leave you alone to talk to Coley. You need to fix this. When I get back, you and I are going to have a serious talk.” He pulled away and kissed me gently on the lips. “I love you.”
He grabbed his keys and walked out the door. I felt so relieved that he still loved me, but I felt extremely guilty for hurting him and making him so angry. I looked at Coley who was standing with a stunned look on her face.
“Coley, are you all right?” I asked.
Coley went to the kitchen table to sit down. “You guys really are in love, aren’t you?”
I went to the table and sat across from Coley. “Yes.”
“I just don’t understand why you would hide this from me? Did you think I would be mad or disapprove?” Coley asked sadly.
“No not at all. Honestly, I was nervous telling you and everyone because we all know of Caine’s old-fashioned views. And well, I guess I was embarrassed,” I answered.
“Do you accept his beliefs?” Coley asked.
“Yes, I do. I mean, I think I do. We haven’t had to bring that into the relationship yet, so I don’t really know what to say about it. That’s sort of why I haven’t told anyone. I don’t have the answers to the questions I’m sure everyone will ask.”
“Neely, I understand Domestic Discipline, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with it. In fact, I think it may be a good idea. Everyone I know that have it in their relationship are the most loving, attentive couples I know. I would never judge you for accepting my brother and his beliefs.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “I’m happy for the both of you. I have never seen my brother like this. I’ve never seen him in love. Not the way he loves you.”
“Really?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes, really,” Coley answered.
I stood up and pulled Coley into my arms and hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I promise to never keep secrets from you. Do you forgive me?”
Coley squeezed me hard and then pulled away smiling. “Yes of course! But you better never hurt my brother!” She warned.
I smiled, feeling relieved. “I would never hurt him, well at least, not on purpose. He must be furious with me. Oh Coley, it killed me to see him so mad at me. I feel awful!”
“Well, now that you’re living with my brother, I’m sure you’re going to see him angry more than just this once.” Coley paused and sat back down. “He isn’t always the easiest to deal with you know.”
I shook my head. “Things have been wonderful! I haven’t found a single flaw. I find his dominant behavior really sexy, especially when he gives me his little warning looks.”
“So he really hasn’t spanked you yet, huh?” Coley asked with disbelief.
I blushed and shook my head. Coley and I had always been comfortable talking about anything, but spanking was definitely a new topic.
Coley giggled. “Well, I have a feeling you have one coming tonight!”
My eyes widened. “What! He’s furious with me. I’ll be surprised if he ever speaks to me again, let alone touch me.”
“My brother doesn’t believe in fighting, or sulking or ignoring issues. He likes to deal with things head on. He spanks, he comforts, and then the issue is dead. Aside from the actual pain of the spanking, it really is easier than spending an evening yelling and fighting,” Coley informed.
“Has he spanked you?” I asked.
“Yes, a few times,” Coley laughed. “But way different than what you have coming. And it wasn’t fun in the slightest!”
“Have you ever been in a Domestic Discipline relationship?” I asked, being very surprised if she had.
“No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know a lot about it. All of Caine’s friends believe in it, and I’ve had it around me my entire adult life. I admit, I find one of his friends extremely sexy, but I’m not sure if I could embrace his way of thinking. I mean, I believe in the concept, I just know I would spend a lot of time getting spanked with the way I act and talk at times.” Coley and I both laughed at the thought. “But you never know.” She finished with a shrug.
“I wish Caine would just come home and spank me. It would be a lot easier for me than just waiting and wondering when he’s coming home, or if he is coming home. It’s only been two weeks, and I’ve already done something hurtful,” I said with sadness filling my heart.
“He’s coming back. He loves you. Stop worrying about your relationship ending, and start worrying about your behind!” Coley teased, trying to cheer me up. “If you want my advice, don’t fight him, because it will only make it worse. Trust me.”
I tried to muster a laugh, but still felt guilty and awful. “I love him so much. I know you say I should be worried about him spanking me, but the only thing I’m worried about is if Caine is going to forgive me and when he’s coming back.”
Chapter Twelve
As if on cue, the front door opened. Caine walked in and smiled when he could see Coley was no longer angry.
“Made up?” He asked.
“Yes, we did. I really am happy for the both of you,” Coley gushed.
Caine walked to Coley and gave her a hug. “I’m glad you approve. Do you mind leaving so Neely and I can talk?” Caine asked solemnly.
“Sure, no problem, but before I forget, the reason I came over in the first place is to tell you that I’m throwing a party for Matt’s birthday next Friday. So you both better be there,” Coley said as she moved to give me a hug.
“We’ll be there. Let me walk you out,” Caine said as he put his arm around Coley.
I stood in plac
e, paralyzed in fear. Caine’s voice sounded so serious. God, was he going to break it off with me? What could his serious talk be about? The devastation began to take over, and the tears that had been threatening since seeing Caine fell freely.
Caine walked back into the room and stopped when he saw me crying. He rushed over and put his arms around me. “Why are you crying, Neely girl?”
I tried to get the words out between my sobs. “Please Caine. I don’t want what you and I have to end. I love you.”
Caine pulled away to look at me in surprise. “Why would you think we would be over? I love you, Neely. You need to understand that breaking up is never going to be an option for us. I might get mad. You might get mad. But ending what we have is not going to happen. Are we clear?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry Caine. I feel horrible for making you think I’m not proud of what we have. I am. I was just nervous telling my friends because they all know you believe in spanking. And well… I didn’t really know how to talk about it, or defend it, or anything. So I just pushed it out of my mind I guess,” I confessed, feeling better after saying it.
Caine embraced me and rubbed his hands on my back. “I know Neely. Part of this is my fault too. I told you Domestic Discipline was important to me and a part of my life, but I haven’t introduced you to it fully. I should have handled it better, helped you feel more comfortable with the idea. I haven’t had a reason to use it until now.”
I tensed in his arms and looked into his stern eyes. “What? Are you still mad at me?” I asked nervously.
“No I’m not mad anymore. But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. You promised me you would tell Coley, and you broke your promise. You knew I assumed you had told her, and you continued to let me believe that way, which is withholding the truth. And you instantly thought I was going to break up with you just because I got angry, which is not having faith in our love.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. He sat down pulling me next to him. “I also see how guilty you feel about it all.”
He took a deep breath and continued. “Neely, I’m going to spank you for everything I just mentioned. I’m going to spank you to show when I get angry, I won’t end our love. I am going to spank you, to show how I choose to handle conflict.” He paused again to look at me. “Are you going to be able to accept that?”
I could feel my heart beating and fear pulsated through me. Deep down, I realized I was just afraid of the unknown. Not the fact that Caine was going to spank me. I could feel a lump form in the back of my throat. Could I accept this? I knew I could, that I wanted to.
“Yes,” I answered barely above a whisper.
Caine rubbed his hands on my arms in a very soothing manner. He stared into my eyes as if he were searching my soul. Searching if I truly was all right with what was to come. There was a moment where it seemed as if he doubted his lifestyle, doubted if he wanted to continue. I smiled softly and nodded. I knew he needed this from me. I knew he needed to know that this wasn’t one-sided.
“Neely, I would like you to stand up and remove your clothing,” Caine commanded.
I looked at him in surprise. “But, when you spanked Sara you asked her to just pull down her panties,” I said in confusion.
“Yes I did. But when I have a wife I will expect her to be fully nude when I spank her. And considering I plan on making you my bride sooner than later, I would like to do it this way from the start,” Caine explained. “Now Neely, I know you have never been spanked before so I will walk you through it this one time. But from this moment on, I will expect you to do what I ask without arguing or talking back. Do you understand?”
I looked down and nodded. “Yes.”
“Now stand up and remove your clothing,” Caine ordered again in a firm but loving voice.
I stood and began to remove my clothing as quickly as I could. My hands were shaking, and I was starting to feel dizzy. All the different emotions flooding in were so confusing. How could I be scared and excited at the same time? How could I be nervous but aroused? How could I feel so much love as I undressed to get punished by Caine? I had no idea what the answers were, but I did know I had secretly been waiting for this day.
I removed the last of my clothing and stood fully nude waiting for Caine to direct me as to what to do next.
“Come here and place your body over my lap,” Caine stated firmly.
I walked over, and without pausing, did exactly as he asked. I felt a rush of arousal overcome me as I felt his muscled thighs press against my nude body. Caine positioned me so my bottom was perched high and on display. He nudged my legs apart and began to rub my bottom. I was so turned on that I wanted to beg him to just fuck me right now! Chills went down my body, and I felt moisture form between my legs. Caine traced a finger down the seam of my ass and seductively dipped it into my wet pussy to collect the juices. He then moved his moistened finger to my exposed anus and pressed his finger past the tight entrance. I moaned in pleasure enjoying the submissive feeling that was coursing through me.
Caine pressed his finger deeper before speaking. “I’m proud of you, Neely. You aren’t putting up a fight or trying to resist me. It seems like you’re already in the mindset to be punished.”
Caine pumped his finger twice very forcefully, making me moan at the sharp erotic pain. He pulled his finger out, leaving me with an empty void. It was instantly replaced with a sharp slap to my ass. I flinched with surprise, not sure how to feel or how to act. Should I act like it hurt even though it only stung a bit? Should I moan and act like it turned me on? Should I beg him to stop, even though that wasn’t what I wanted? I felt so awkward and inexperienced.
But before I could process my emotions, the spanking continued. Caine’s spanks increased in intensity as he was sure to cover all parts of my cheeks. I no longer wondered how to act or sound. My thoughts were focused on the increasing fire building on my ass.
Caine slowed his hand as he spoke. “From now on, you keep your promises. Understood?” He swatted me five more times before asking again, “Understood?” He spanked harder while waiting for my reply.
I squeezed my eyes shut as each blow landed sharply on my fiery behind. “Y…yes, understood!” I tried to squirm away from each spank which only had Caine firm up his grip. I gasped as he landed a blow under my ass in the sensitive sit spot. “Oww, Caine that hurts!”
Caine replied by simply spanking the other side. He spanked each sit spot two more times before talking again. “Not telling me something or withholding the truth is the same as a lie. If you lie to me again, this spanking will seem like love pats compared to the spanking a lie will get you!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Each stinging slap on my already sensitive skin was beginning to hurt far worse than I had imagined. Even though I was trying to be good, and trying to submit to the spanking, my body wanted to escape. I reached my hand behind me to shield my butt from the continued spanking. Without pause, Caine simply grabbed my hand and pinned it against my back. Panic sunk in when I realized there was no escape, and I was at the mercy of Caine. I no longer cared about how I looked, or how I sounded, or how well I acted during the spanking. I began to involuntarily gasp and whimper every time Caine’s hand made contact to my stinging behind.
Caine slowed his spanks again before speaking. “You will always have faith in our love! I want you to know I won’t leave you just because I get angry.” He continued to spank as he spoke. “I will spank you, but I will never leave you.”
A flood of sensations was rushing through. Even though I was feeling pain from the spanking, my heart was full of love. Suddenly tears began to form. It was partly from the spanking, but also because I felt safe enough to let down my wall. The fear of failure, the guilt, and the insecurity was being released with the tears. I no longer could feel each single spank, but instead, just felt a steady pain across my entire backside. Eventually the pain was replaced with a sense of compliance. I no longer needed to be restrained, and I no longer squir
med.
Caine spanked me a few more times and then stopped. He rubbed his warmed hand on my tender backside and asked, “Are we clear on what I expect from you? And what will happen if you break a promise, lie, or lose faith in what we have?”
I sniffled and barely whispered, “Yes. I’m sorry.”
Caine lowered his hand to my moist pussy and softly stroked. He rubbed his finger along my slit, wetting it with the signs of my arousal. He moved his finger up the crack of my throbbing ass, and like before the spanking, pressed his finger into my tight back entrance. He moved his finger in and out while I continued to lie splayed over his lap. I didn’t move or tense up. I completely surrendered to his probing. I had never felt so calm and content in my life. My ass was still quivering in pain from the spanking, but I was relishing in the femininity flowing through me.
He removed his finger slowly. “We’re done. No more anger from me, and no more guilt from you. The issue is over and we can move on from here. I love you Neely,” Caine explained with a firm but forgiving tone.
Caine pulled me up and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I pressed my tear-stained face into his neck, taking in his masculine scent. He rubbed my back and caressed my head and flowing hair. No words were spoken, but I had never felt more comforted. My ass was pulsating, and my pussy was clenching in arousal. I didn’t want to move or ever have Caine stop holding me. I could stay like this forever.
For quite some time, Caine continued to hold me and occasionally would place soft kisses on my head. Even though my ass was hotter than one could imagine, the rest of my naked body was beginning to get cold. A small shiver worked its way up my spine, and Caine quickly reached for the throw blanket which covered the back of the couch. He softly placed it over me and reached for my chin to lift my face to look at his. He smiled tenderly and kissed my lips with the softest caress. I responded by kissing back harder and with more passion. I was melting under his touch. I wanted him desperately. I wanted him to take me with a pure animalistic force. My breathing became a pant as we entangled our tongues. I wanted him now!
