“I want that, too. I love you, Tony,” Megan whispered, her eyes shyly meeting his warm brown ones.
“I love you, too, my Angel. I have for a very long time.” His lips met hers in a tender kiss and he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
Clearing his throat, he determined to get through this punishment before taking her to his bed. He needed to follow up this discussion with a demonstration of discipline, but to also demonstrate that it was something that she needed and wanted, just like he did.
“Okay, Megan. Let’s get you back in position.” Megan found herself back across his lap with her ass cheeks pointed up in the air. “Tonight, I’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time. We’ll start with a warm up from my hand then say, twenty with the paddle.”
“Twenty is easy?”
“Yeah, baby. That’s going easy. In the future, there will be five swats for every curse word that falls from that gorgeous mouth. Easy in that you have earned at least a hundred if we count five for every fuck I heard come out of that mouth in the past week. Do you understand me, Megan?”
She nodded; afraid she wouldn’t be able to speak without crying. Twenty swats! Could she take that many?
“I need to hear the words, Megan.”
“Yes, Sir. Can I ask another question?”
“Okay, but last one, Angel. I consider stalling a punishable offense.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I was just wondering if I had to call you ‘Sir’ from now on.”
“I’m used to Sir, Megan. After twenty years as an officer, I am used to it as a sign of respect. So, while you are being punished and when we are playing at D/s I want to hear Sir from those beautiful, submissive lips. However, I also like it when you call me by name. You are one of the few that actually call me Tony.” Megan quivered as his hand swept over her cheeks and a finger grazed the inside of her sensitive cleft, near her pussy.
“After I pushed you away, you started calling me Cap. You don’t know how much that hurt, Angel.”
Tony squeezed her butt gently when he heard a sob escape. “Okay, no more talking. Let’s get the spanking over with so we can get on to the loving.”
Tony lifted his hand and began to lay several swats across her cheeks. Megan thought, well this isn’t so bad. It was almost soothing as he moved his hand across her ass cheeks, thoroughly covering the full globes on both sides with gentle swats. After a few minutes, she noticed that they picked up in pace and strength. Before long he was laying stinging swats all over her ass and down to the upper portion of her thighs paying particular attention to where her butt cheeks met her full thighs.
“This is what we call the sit spot. Anything landed here will be felt every time you sit down. I do need to mention, Megan, that after I give you a spanking, I expect there to be no rubbing. If I take the time to heat up these lovely cheeks, I expect the sting to stick around as a reminder. Got me?”
“Yes, I got you, sir!”
She squealed when he laid a particularly sharp, stinging swat on each sit spot.
Silently laughing at the nerve of his little brat, mouthing off while in the midst of a spanking, he turned up the heat a little on her butt. Megan started wiggling on his lap as he fell into a rhythm of swats and smacks to her butt and thighs.
“Ouch. That really is starting to hurt, Sir!”
“It’s a spanking, Angel. It’s supposed to hurt.”
Tony continued in silence for a few minutes until her ass and thighs had turned a nice shade of pink. He rubbed her skin for a bit and heard her moan. “Hmm, you’re not getting turned on by this spanking, are you baby?”
Megan moaned again as the heat of the spanks built, and then groaned as she moved her hand back to cover her burning ass.
“Uh uh! Keep your hands in front of you. I don’t want to see you trying to protect this naughty ass ever. If I’m paddling you, I don’t want any paddled fingers, baby. That can cause injury. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” she cried.
“Can you be a good girl and keep your hands away or do I need to tie them?”
“I’ll be good, Sir!”
“Excellent. I’ll enjoy tying you, but that’s for later. So, are you ready to get down to the real business?”
“I thought we were down to the real business!” she protested.
Tony chuckled, but picked up the paddle he had laid on the floor next to the chair.
“I won’t ask you to keep count. I want you to think about all the times you hurled that nasty word at me and think about how you won’t do that again in the future. You also have the chore of concentrating and not putting those hands back. Here we go, baby.”
Thwack. The first blow from the paddle startled Megan and she rose up arching her head and shoulders backwards.
“That’s one, Megan. Try not to tense up so much. Breathe out and relax into the paddle.”
He heard an unladylike snort, but ignored it. He pressed her back down with a firm hand between her shoulder blades.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!
Megan howled as he laid four more swats on the same cheek, in the same spot with the paddle.
The next five landed on the other cheek in the same spot.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!
Tony moved the paddle to the other hand that was supporting her back and shoulders and rubbed the reddened areas that had blossomed on her ass. Beautiful, he thought. She had an ass made for spanking. He shifted and brought her closer to his torso.
“You’re halfway there, Angel.”
He took the paddle back in his right hand and landed six more blows, spreading them over her ass cheeks, carefully avoiding areas he had swatted previously. He covered every inch of her full globes with light red marks that were hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise. This punishment would be faded by morning.
Megan had begun to sob. Tears were running down her face, as she cried, “No more, please Sir, I don’t think I can take it!”
“You can take it, baby. I won’t ever give you more than you can take. Now, settle down ‘cause these are the last ones and they are going to hurt. There will be absolutely no more F bombs or cussing from my Angel.”
The four remaining swats came firmly and quickly down upon her sit spots.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!
Alternating cheeks, Tony quickly finished up and pulled Megan into his arms. He angled her into his chest and she buried her wet, tear-stained face into his neck as she cried and cried. He rubbed her tender cheeks soothingly. Although he’d said no rubbing, as the Dom, he had the prerogative to give comfort when he chose. He knew that the tears weren’t from the paddling alone. This was a dam breaking. A catharsis. The turmoil of the past few days had caught up with her and she was purging it from her system.
“That’s it. Let it out, baby. Give it up to me. I will take on your pain, your sorrow, your fear and your anger. Together, my Angel, we can handle anything.”
This brought on more tears as her sobs renewed. “I love you!” she cried.
“I love you, too.”
When Megan’s sobs had diminished and only an occasional shuddering breath could be heard, Tony stood and moved her to his bed. He laid her gently on top of the satin duvet. The cool, smooth material felt good against her heated skin. Megan watched as Tony stood and started removing his clothes.
Her eyes followed as his hands moved to his belt buckle and he quickly loosened it and unzipped his jeans. He stripped them down his muscular legs and rose to his full height. He grinned at her as he saw her admiring his straining cock. He took his hard shaft into one hand and pumped himself slowly then reached into the nightstand, grabbed a condom and rolled it on while she watched. He nearly lost it as the pink tip of her tongue peeked out to moisten her full lips. He climbed onto the bed and came over her, caging her with his muscular arms and legs. His head dipped to hers as he brushed his lips over those glistening lips. She tasted so sweet, his Angel. He groaned as he
took her mouth and deepened the kiss. His knee nudged her thighs wide and he moved on top of her, her thighs moving to cradle his hips and her plump pussy lips cushioning his length.
Megan moaned as his warm skin brushed against her. Her hips arched toward him as she felt his long, thick hardness slide along her lips. The head bumped against her clit as she spread her legs, giving him more access that caused her lips to part, her pussy searching hungrily for him.
“Oh, Tony, I want you inside me so bad.”
“Mmmm.” His right hand swept down her torso and slid across her hip seeking the heat and moisture between her legs. She felt his large, broad fingers brush the length of her pussy and dip inside to sample her moisture.
“You are so ready for me.” He grinned as he saw the strain of her arousal covering her face. “You want to come, don’t you, Angel.”
“Yes, sir. I need to come. Please, come inside me.”
“Yes, sweet thing. I’ll come inside you. First, I want you to tell me how much that spanking turned you on.”
“Oh my, I can’t even think. You can’t seriously want to talk about that now.”
“Yeah, Angel. You can tell me anything. You will tell me everything. Now, admit it. The spanking turned you on.” He stopped his playful fingers and waited for her answer.
Her eyes pleaded with him. Megan saw the slight grin on his lips, but knew he was stubborn and wouldn’t give this up until she answered.
“Unh,” she groaned. “Okay, it did turn me on. Are you happy? Now fuck me!”
“I can’t believe you just said that. I guess I didn’t spank you hard enough. That’s five swats, Megan,” he said sternly. He rolled her over and quickly laid down five searing swats to her red, tender cheeks.
“Ohhhh! Ouch! I’m sorry, Sir. I was being a brat. I swear not to say it again!”
“Hmm. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby. Now, answer my question. Tell me what exactly turned you on. Try using real words that show your intelligence, this time.”
Megan’s hips arched and she tried to grind her pussy against his fingers, seeking relief.
“Bad girl,” he scolded her then moved his hand from her ass, over her hip and rolled her back, far enough to lay one firm spank to her swollen pussy lips. Megan emitted a squeak of surprise. His hand moved up to stroke her lower belly. “I decide how and when you receive pleasure. Now, we can stay here all night, Megan, and play little games or you can come clean.”
She giggle at that phrase, “No pun intended, Sir?”
Tony rolled his eyes. She was an adorable little brat. “Enough. You will not be allowed to hide anything from me.” A fingertip reached down and flicked her clit once, twice.
Megan arched and sucked in her breath on a gasp.
“Tony, please. I can’t take it.”
“You can and you will. Besides, I promise it will be worth the wait, Angel.”
Panting, Megan looked into his determined chocolate eyes.
“Okay. I loved it. I loved being naked and vulnerable across your lap. I loved that all of your attention was directed solely on me. I loved the feel of your big, warm hand as it stroked me before, during and after. I loved how my pussy clenched in anticipation. After you started with the warm up spankings, I loved how my butt heated up and tingled. The paddle really hurt, though. But it was worth it to be held close to you and have you rub me afterwards.” She took a deep breath before going on. “It was all of my fantasies come true and more, Captain.”
“Excellent, Angel.” He kissed her neck and the tender spot below her ear as a reward. “That wasn’t so hard now was it? I want to hear it all, your feelings, sensations, longings and fantasies. Do you want to know how spanking you makes me feel?”
“Yes, Captain,” she gasped, the ache in her loins overwhelming. “Please, Captain, hurry!”
“I love having your delectable body lying across my lap. Draped over me, you look so beautiful and vulnerable. You are a joy to all my senses. I love to feel you, to watch as your skin heats up and turns from pale to pink to red. I love seeing the glimpses of your pussy as it glistens with your juices as you become more and more aroused. I love to smell your scent. I love your taste and the erotic sounds that you make. I live for your pleasure. But, the thing I love the most, the thing that can bring this Dom to his knees, is your trust and submission, given freely. How you submit to me, giving your mind, your body and your heart over to my discipline and my dominance - that’s why I live this lifestyle. That’s what brings me joy. That’s what really gets me hard, baby.”
“Ohmigod! Tony. Please....”
“Please what, Angel?”
“Please, make love to me.”
“Your wish is my command, Megan.”
She was immediately rolled flat on her back and Tony pushed her thighs wide apart with both hands. He rose up on his knees and looked down at her gorgeous, pink, weeping pussy. “God, you are so wet.”
He slid in until he bottomed out against her cervix. His balls nestled against her ass and he could feel the warmth emanating from her punished cheeks. He slipped both hands under her and grasped a full globe in each palm. They moved as one, grinding their hips together, moaning and sighing in ecstasy. Tony pulled her tightly against him and then started to pump slowly in and out. Gliding inside, he felt her pussy muscles grip him each time he withdrew, pulling him back into her heat. It was heaven.
Megan felt her sensitive walls stretch as she was filled with his hardness. His pubic bone rubbed against her and she ground her clit against him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she buried her face into his neck.
“Oh. My. God,” she gasped.
Having difficulty breathing, she writhed and felt her control slipping rapidly. The volume of her cries elevated steadily as she worked toward the peak. She felt Tony’s grip on her butt tighten and knew he was approaching the end of his control as well. Spiraling toward climax, she arched her back and screamed. As her interior muscles spasmed and she soaked his cock in her juices, she heard Tony groan.
“Yeah, Angel. Come for me. Coat my cock with your cream. Yeah, so good, baby!” Tony moaned his completion as Megan also found her bliss. He continued to slowly pump into her, rubbing against her sensitive post-orgasm tissues. Finally, he stilled and loosed his grip on her tender bottom. Both hands moved to slide around her face and thread into the hair at her temples. He took her mouth in a deep kiss, slanting across her lips again and again as his tongue plumbed her depths. Finally, he broke the kiss and gasping, laid his forehead against hers.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
He rolled off her and quickly took care of the condom. Pulling her back into his arms, he pulled up the covers and arranged them comfortably against the pillows in his huge bed. “You received your first punishment way earlier than I expected. You aren’t going to make a habit of it, are you, baby?”
“I’ll try not to, Captain.”
“Good, because I’d rather be giving you erotic spankings before fucking you silly.”
She giggled. Tony seemed to have no clue that his language was liberally laced with the F word. If she hadn’t been so relaxed and comfortable lying in his arms she would have probably said something about that fact.
Before she could give the thought more consideration, he startled her with his next statement.
“If I have to punish you for this again, it will be with the crop, baby.”
Megan gulped. Would he really whip her? Her tired pussy awoke once again and she felt the moisture gather.
“After washing that naughty mouth out with soap, of course.” He laughed at her squeak of alarm and patted her warm behind. “Sleep, Angel.”
They fell asleep clasping each other tightly, exhausted, replete, sated, and in love.
Chapter Fifteen
Tony was already up and gone when Megan awoke. He must have let Lil T in, since he was in the kitchen drinking coffee when she made her way there arou
nd 9:30. Since it was Sunday, she didn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn. The bakery didn’t open until ten. Many of the downtown businesses didn’t even open until noon. She just had to cater to the after-church crowd and mush slower Sunday traffic. Plus, she had one of her part-timers come in early to start the baking. Megan loved Sundays.
“Cap said he’d be taking you out for dinner. Left you a note.” Lil T pointed to the counter with his mug, then moved to the coffee pot to pour her one to go.
Megan picked up the note, the first one she had ever gotten from Tony. She blushed as she began to read.
Angel,
Didn’t want to wake you since you haven’t had much sleep this week. You looked so sweet curled up in my bed, warm and soft and naked. I almost had a change of heart.
I’ve got some leads to run and business to catch up on so will pick you up for an early dinner at 5 when the shop closes. Lil T is in charge. Trust him and be a good girl for me.
After dinner, we’ll spend a quiet evening at home, in bed.
Counting the minutes until I get my hands on that glorious body again!
Love you, baby
Tony
She smiled happily. Her man wouldn’t be winning any poetry contests, but it was sweet. She smiled at T, grabbing the to-go mug he held out for her as they set out for the day.
Later that evening, Megan turned off the bathroom light after completing her bedtime skin care ritual, brushing her teeth and changing into the only nightgown she had packed, a short, pale pink baby doll gown with matching G-string panties. The material was sheer and hid very little, giving glimpses of her dark pink nipples and the curves underneath. She stood in the dark as she gathered the courage to open the bathroom door and join Tony in the bedroom.
Although they had been intimate several times already, this relationship was still very new and quite overwhelming. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous hunk was attracted to her when he could have any woman he wanted. She was still shy showing her body and being totally naked around him. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and put her trembling hand on the door. You are thirty-one-freakin’-years old and in love with the man for godsakes, she chastised herself. She felt a tingle of excitement in her core and a gush of moisture soak her barely there panties as she imagined Tony waiting for her in bed. She had heard him moving around his bedroom as she got ready. She wondered if he was waiting for her naked or if he was just bare-chested and still wearing his jeans. Either way she felt more moisture gather between her thighs. Her mouth was dry and she moistened her lips as she pictured his muscular chest and strong, powerful arms. Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath, twisted the knob and joined him.
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