Traditional Terms

by Alta Hensley

  Coley got up and pulled on her clothes. “No need to yell.”

  “Look at me, Coley! I’m not going to let you throw away something this special before it has even had a chance to begin, all because you’re scared.”

  Coley stopped in her tracks in shock. Vance had completely caught her off guard with his ability to see right through her ruse.

  Vance moved around the bed and wrapped his arms around her. “I know you’re scared, sweetheart. I know that opening your heart to someone else is opening yourself to get hurt. It’s scary, but not a reason to run.”

  Coley snuggled her head into his neck. “I don’t like feeling this way.”

  “You just have to have trust. You have to have trust in us. Coley, you need to have trust in me. I won’t hurt you. I won’t take your heart lightly. I’ll do everything I can to protect it. Trust me. Can you do that?”

  Coley simply nodded her head into his neck.

  Vance reached down, placed his fingers at her chin and lifted her face to his gaze. “Hey you, no running allowed. I’ll chase you.”

  Coley smiled. “I’m glad. I’ve never had someone fight for me before.”

  “Let me, let me be that hero in your book.” Vance placed a soft kiss on Coley’s pouty lips. “As for the Domestic Discipline and my lifestyle… we’ll take it slow. We’ll address the issues as they come up. I know it won’t be easy, but as long as we have each other, we can work through anything. Do you trust me?”

  Coley nodded. “Yes, yes I do.”

  Chapter Seven

  Eating breakfast together was a bundle of sensations. Comforting, relaxing, loving and odd. Coley watched Vance talk over a plate of eggs as if they had done this for years. There was a level of familiarity mixed with the delightful new feeling of a budding romance. He was her friend, and now her lover.

  “So did you tell Caine about us yet?” Coley asked, spying him over the rim of her coffee mug.

  He nodded. “I asked his permission if I could court you.”

  Coley laughed out loud. “You did not just say that! Court me? Really?” She laughed even harder. “How old-fashioned are you?”

  He smiled back. “Very.”

  She stopped smiling and studied his expression. It was a mixture of amusement and seriousness. “Well, I think it was sweet that you did so.”

  “It was the right thing to do. Caine gives his blessing.”

  She was happy that Caine knew, and even happier that he approved. She was a grown woman and would make her own decisions, but she did like that there wouldn’t be an impeding war ahead of her.

  “Vance?”

  He looked up with a full mouth and quickly swallowed before replying, “Yes?”

  “What if I said no to Domestic Discipline? Would you really have ended it?

  “Yes.” His expression grew sad. “I wouldn’t have had any choice.”

  His answer stung. She looked down at her plate of food and pushed the eggs around on her plate. She didn’t want to look at him even though she knew he was staring right at her.

  “I’ve tried it the other way. I can’t tell you how many relationships I’ve been in where I thought I could do without. Or even worse was being in relationships where I thought I could change their minds.” He paused, and when Coley didn’t say anything, he continued. “If I wasn’t so sure that you and I have something special and truly have a future, I would maybe consider just having a casual fling. But there is nothing about us that is casual.”

  “What if I change my mind?”

  There was a long pause. “I hope you wouldn’t. I hope you’ll see the benefits far outweigh the negatives.” He took another bite and swallowed it with a drink of his coffee. “I wouldn’t force you into anything you don’t want to do. I just hope you don’t expect to force me into anything I don’t want either.”

  “So spanking my ass is that important to you?” she said with a smirk.

  He smiled. “Domestic Discipline is. Yes. It’s part of who I am. My beliefs aren’t something I’m willing to reshape. We are who we are. So I guess the question you have to ask yourself is not if you can accept Domestic Discipline, but if you can accept me.”

  His words hit her like a ton of bricks. “You’re right. This is important to you, so I will do my best to make it important to us.”

  She stood up and began washing the dishes. She couldn’t wipe off the huge smile on her face even as she did the one chore she despised. After clearing the table, Vance walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. If doing dishes could feel like this, she would do them all the time.

  “Come in the bedroom with me for a moment,” Vance requested with a look in his eye unfamiliar to Coley.

  “What? Why?”

  Vance reached for her hand and pulled her toward the room.

  “Vance, what kind of trouble do you have in mind?” Coley flirted.

  He walked over to the edge of the bed, sat down and pulled Coley so she was standing in front of him. “Coley, I want you to pull down your pants and lay over my lap.”

  Coley’s mouth dropped. “What? I haven’t done anything wrong! You can’t spank me!”

  With a mischievous smile, Vance replied, “You’re right, which is why this spanking won’t hurt or feel like you’re being punished. But I think we need to get the first spanking out of the way. To work through the initial awkwardness.” Vance placed his fingertips in the band of Coley’s pants and softly caressed the skin underneath the edge of the fabric. “Trust me, Coley.”

  “But I… I have been spanked before. I don’t need to work through anything.” Coley’s heart sped up at an uncontrollable rate. A mixture of nervousness and excitement pumped through her body.

  “Not by me. Now pull down your pants, Coley,” Vance softly commanded. He pressed his lips to her stomach and lightly licked along the top of her pants.

  Coley fumbled with the button to release her of her confines. Not only had she never been spanked in an intimate way, she had never bared her bottom to anyone. The whole process was nerve wrecking, yet erotic. She looked into Vance’s eyes. He stared with a sensual intensity that sent shivers through her body. Coley lowered her pants and ever so slowly removed her shirt and bra as well. Giving a simple gesture to let Vance know that she was completely willing and open to whatever he had in store. Standing nude before him, she took a deep breath and lowered her exposed body across his lap.

  Heat rushed to her face. The act of getting spanked embarrassed her, yet the heat pooling between her legs revealed that the embarrassment soon would be replaced with arousal. His hard thighs and gentle hands, mixed with the anticipation of what was to come, sent a prickling warmth all the way down to her toes. Emotions and thoughts flooded her core. Is this what she wanted? Was she sure that she could really live and embrace this lifestyle? Being over his knee didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it seemed natural as her body waited anxiously for the first contact of his hand on her ass. She waited. She waited for the first step in a new love, a new way of doing things.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart? Do we need to slow down?” Vance asked with concern as he stroked his fingertips down the length of her spine to the crease of her ass.

  “I’m fine. I really am.”

  Vance took the next moment to softly caress her back and slowly lowered his hand until he was rubbing the round cheeks of her bottom. His hand raised and came down with a slight sting. He continued again with another spank before Coley could even come to terms with the feelings flooding her. Vance continued to spank with just enough force and speed to warm up her behind. The spanking didn’t hurt, as promised, but it still was a spanking. Her ass was warm, her body tensed with each swat, and submission took over. The palm of his hand peppered down on every exposed part of her behind. Every time she wiggled to get away, Vance just tightened his grip and held her in place. When she reached back to cover her butt, Vance captured her hand and swatted her harder.

  “Ow!”

  “Stay
still. Don’t try to block or you could get hurt.”

  “Funny to say when you are spanking me. It does hurt! It’s starting to sting!” She tried to get up only to realize she had no choice but to remain face down and ass up.

  “Yes, Coley. Spankings sting.” He continued to spank her with a little more force than before.

  “You said this was just to get me used to it. You didn’t say it would hurt. I don’t want to be punished!

  He chuckled as he spanked her sit spots a few times. “Trust me. You’ll know when you actually get a true punishment. This spanking is nothing compared.” He spanked her a few more times and then paused, rubbing his hand on her stinging bottom.

  Never had she experienced such surrender. She relaxed her body and allowed Vance to be in complete control.

  “Roll over on to your back,” Vance commanded in a husky voice.

  Coley did as he asked and looked up into his eyes and smiled as her heated backside rested on his lap.

  “I want you to touch yourself. I want you to feel how the spanking made you wet.” Vance grabbed Coley’s hand and lightly guided her fingers to the moist, velvet folds of her pussy.

  Coley closed her eyes for a second to allow the submissive feelings to overpower the shyness that threatened to freeze all movement. She took a moment and allowed her body and mind to trust in Vance, and do as he asked.

  She ran her index finger along her pussy, amazed that the spanking Vance had given her had made her so wet. She moved her finger up and down, collecting the signs of her arousal, wanting desperately to press her finger deep within.

  “Now, move that wet finger to your anus and rub,” Vance directed.

  Coley’s heart skipped. She had never touched herself there. She had never even considered the idea.

  “Vance… I uh…”

  “Do as I ask, Coley. Otherwise I will flip you over and spank you again. This time, it will be for real.”

  Coley looked into Vance’s eyes and although she could see the sensual lust mixed with play in his eyes, she knew he would do as he promised in a second.

  She tentatively lowered her finger to her anus and spread the wet passion from her pussy along the surface. Her breath caught as a foreign sensation crept its way up her body. A gasp escaped her lips as her back arched slightly.

  “Yes, baby. Press your finger just a little. Press it enough to feel the tip go in,” Vance ordered as he lowered his head to press his tongue past her moistened lips. The passionate kiss, mixed with the pressure of her finger, caused Coley to moan into Vance’s mouth.

  Coley pushed her finger past the tight opening and continued on as she could feel the hole slowly ease open. Vance’s tongue danced with hers, stealing whatever breath she had left.

  “Vance, please. I want you. I want you inside of me,” she begged.

  Vance placed his palms onto her breasts and massaged, slightly pinching each nipple. “Press your finger deeper.”

  She did as he ordered. Her finger went deeper. As it passed the tight ring, Coley moaned. The pleasure mixed with pain she was giving herself was unlike any sexual experience she had ever encountered. She was submitting to Vance and his commands, yet she was the one dominating her own body. The desire for more burned.

  “Please. Please fuck me.”

  “Now, pull out your finger and slowly press it back in.”

  Coley did as he asked. She no longer questioned. She no longer had any command over what she did. She completely let go of control. She gave herself fully to this man that pushed her limits in the most erotic of ways.

  His hands teased her nipples as she pressed her finger deeper. Her pussy throbbed, her breathing became ragged. Never had she felt so controlled but so out of control at the same time.

  “Vance, I need you. I need you in me. Please!” Coley panted as she arched her back into his hands, pressing her breasts against his palms.

  “How do you feel, Coley? Tell me how you feel.”

  “I feel submissive. I feel hunger. I want to feel you!”

  “Show me. Remove your finger, roll over and wrap your lips around my cock.”

  Coley’s pussy throbbed with the command to suck his hard cock. She quickly helped him get undress and without pause, put his hardness into her mouth. Hearing the sudden gasp for air that Vance took, fueled her desire to suck him like no one had ever done before. She tightened her lips against his flesh and eased her head all the way down to the base. Pressing his cock to the back of her throat, she moaned as his full length engulfed her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Vance gasped.

  Coley slowly licked her way back up to the tip of his cock and worked it along the top, licking up the signs of his arousal.

  “Mmm, I can taste you,” Coley purred.

  “Yeah, baby. Taste me,” Vance seductively commanded.

  She pressed the tip past the tight barrier she created with her lips and lowered her mouth, taking in his full length again. With one hand, she circled the base of his cock and pumped her hand up and down as her mouth followed suit. Up and down, faster with every move, Coley moaned against his throbbing member.

  “Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” Vance moaned.

  Coley pulled his penis out of her mouth enough to murmur, “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you fully.”

  Vance’s moan turned into a growl as he thrust his hardness in and out past Coley’s swollen lips. She sucked harder as she sensed his building orgasm. She wanted to taste his pleasure. She wanted to perform one of the most submissive acts she could do. Coley wanted nothing more than to give her man pleasure and feel it against her tongue.

  “Yes, baby. I’m coming. Oh, yes!”

  Coley pressed her mouth all the way down, taking him as deep as she could. His come shot against the back of her throat as Vance moaned in pure ecstasy. She swallowed, delighted that she could please him the way she just did.

  Vance pulled her into his arms and placed soft kisses against her forehead. “My God, that was amazing.”

  Coley remained quiet, relishing in the soft femininity that over powered her body.

  Vance tightened his arms around her. “Are you all right? Was that too intense or too quick?”

  Coley shook her head into his chest. “No, not at all. That was perfect, absolutely perfect.”

  Vance continued to kiss her head as he rubbed his hands on her back. The sensitive touch and the displays of affection were so opposite of the dominance shown only moments before.

  Chapter Eight

  “They should be here any minute,” Coley informed as she put the final details on the appetizers.

  “I have to hand it to you, babe, you sure do know how to host a barbeque. Everything looks great,” Vance complimented.

  He walked up behind Coley and wrapped his arms around her, placing small kisses onto the back of her neck. Coley looked at everything with pride. She loved having people over and being social. She always had, but having someone to do it with made it even more special.

  She turned into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love being with you. I never thought I’d feel so happy doing such simple things with someone.” She softly kissed him as she pressed her body up against his chest.

  Vance pulled away from the kiss far enough to whisper, “And I love being with you. Watching you move in the kitchen… hell, watching you period, melts me.” He pressed his lips hard against hers and kissed her deep.

  It had been a few weeks, and Coley had enjoyed every minute of their new relationship. The connection and bond had just fallen into place. There were no games, no doubts, nothing that reminded her of the past or old, destructive patterns. She allowed this love to just conquer without overthinking every single step. Easy, relaxed, natural – this is what the relationship was. The use of Domestic Discipline was just as natural. A few minor spankings, some stern lectures, but even that aspect of their relationship flowed effortlessly. He lead, she followed. He loved, she loved bac
k. What more could she ask for?

  The chiming of the doorbell interrupted the kiss. Coley pulled away with a soft sigh and a playful wink and rushed to the door. Caine and Neely walked into the house with a bottle of wine in hand.

  “Oh, you didn’t have to bring anything.” Coley grabbed the wine and looked approvingly at the label. “But since you did, we’ll just have to open it and enjoy!” She laughed as she led them into the kitchen to join Vance.

  The room quickly filled with laughter, love and friendship. Acoustic music played in the background while the wine poured freely. Coley kept her body close to Vance, enjoying the warmth and security of knowing that this wonderful man belonged to her. Her heart warmed at watching her brother and best friend cuddle in their newlywed bliss. Coley couldn’t be happier.

  “So, how was the honeymoon?” Vance asked as he pulled Coley closer into his embrace.

  “Beyond amazing!” Neely gushed. “Tahiti was more than I could ever have dreamed of.”

  Neely pulled out the pictures of the honeymoon and the wedding. The girls looked them over while the men went out back to start the meat on the barbeque. Coley loved looking at all the pictures until she came across one of Sara and Travis at the wedding.

  “Ugh, I hate that loony bitch!” Coley blurted.

  “I know, but the morning of the wedding we spoke, and I guess I saw another side of her,” Neely admitted, slightly uneasy.

  “Have you lost your mind? This is the same fruit loop that bashed your head into the wall!”

  “Coley, I promised Caine that I would try to get along with Sara—”

  “Are you freakin’ kidding me? My brother must be just as insane as that batty witch!” Coley interrupted, feeling her temper boil over.

  Neely opened her mouth to respond but was distracted as both men walked in laughing. They stopped in their tracks when they saw that Coley and Neely were having a less than harmonious conversation and obvious tension was written all over Coley’s face.