by Jane Henry
At least in theory.
“You’re… not gonna spank me with anything more than your hand?”
His lips twitch. “You sound disappointed.”
“I’m not!” I lie, my thighs damp with arousal. I swallow hard.
His low, commanding tone makes me shiver a bit. “Just my hand, babe.”
I stand in front of him and no matter how hard I try to stay calm, I shake, my whole body trembling though it’s warm and comfortable in the room. He leans forward and takes one of my hands. “Don’t be afraid, Diana.”
“But it’ll hurt,” I whisper.
He nods. “It will. But it isn’t something to be afraid of. Yes, sometimes, it is. But at other times, you’ll see it’s a gateway for a lot of things. And when you stand up after having taken your spanking, you’ll know you did it. That you’re brave, and strong…” his voice trails off and grows husky. “And maybe a little turned on.”
Turned on? I’m already ready to spontaneously combust.
He looks into my eyes, and his voice softens a bit. “Let’s get this over with.” He pats his knee. “Come on, now. Over my lap.”
My whole body teems with an electric vibe of nerves and arousal and excitement as he guides me to one side of his lap, then gently pushes me belly-down. When my stomach hit his knees, I freeze with apprehension. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe I can pay him back somehow. Is this some sort of game to him? My cheeks flush at the mere thought.
“Wait!”
His large hand rests on my ass, and the intimate gesture makes me squirm. I’m so damn aroused, the heat of his head seeps through my clothing.
“Yes?”
“Am I too heavy?”
“Of course not.”
“Okay, then.”
I feel him raise his hand.
“Wait again!”
He lowers his hand and sighs.
“What is it?”
“I—is this—are you tricking me?”
His body shakes. “Tricking you? How exactly would that work? You’re belly-down over my knee about to get your ass spanked. I’ve spanked you once before and now it’s time for another spanking. When we’re done, you have my word that your debt is wiped clean. What part of this might be a trick?” He shakes his head again, and the heat on my cheeks intensifies.
“Are you laughing at me?”
He wraps a hand around my waist and lowers his mouth to my ear. “I am not tricking you. I am not laughing at you. You’re cute. What I am doing is getting impatient.” His tone sharpens, and I suddenly became very, very aware that I’m in the presence of a dom who likes things done on his terms. “You agreed to be punished, now stop fighting it and take what you’re due, or I will spank you with more than my hand. Understood?”
I nod. “Yes. Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Now before I begin I need to be sure you followed my instructions.”
Ahhh! He’s going to check!
I feel the hem of my dress rise, and cool air sweeps across my naked ass. A warm, sensual caress of his hand on my bare skin makes my breath catch, and my pussy dampen.
“Very good,” he says approvingly. “That’s what I like. Jesus, Diana, you have a gorgeous ass.”
“So I’m told,” I whisper, my eyes close tight in apprehension, arousal, and excitement. “Again… Pilates.”
“I’ll have to find this Pilates,” he growls, running a hand over my ass again and again, “And thank him for his magic.”
I giggle. “You can be really goofy for a stern guy, you know that?”
“Goofy?” he asks, and to my shock, he slides a finger through my slick folds.
“Oh!”
“Jesus Christ,” he swears reverently. “You’re soaked, baby. Fucking soaked. And I haven’t even spanked you yet.”
“Is that normal?”
“Normal? Fuck yeah. But Christ, girl, you undo me.” He probes my channel with firm, confident strokes that make me whimper with need, before he gently, expertly, flicks my hardened clit. “Someone’s ready to fly,” he rasps. “I don’t ever want you to wear panties around me. I need access to this pussy. For tonight, this pussy’s mine.”
A whimper escapes as he withdraws his fingers and I could cry with the loss.
“I told you I’d spank you, Diana. And there’s something you need to know.”
I shut my eyes tight, my hands tucked under my chest as I brace myself for the punishment. I can only nod. “Mmm?”
“I always do what I say I will. Always.”
His palm cracks down on my ass with a sudden sharpness that takes my breath away. I reel from the pain, the intensity of flesh on flesh jarring. Another sharp smack followed by another. He builds a slow, steady rhythm, paying attention to every single inch of my naked skin. I lose count after ten, and still he continues, fast, hard, stinging smacks. I’ll never need an implement or whatever those things are they use at the club. His hand is plenty effective.
How long will he spank me? How hard? Will I bruise? My mind is a slew of muddied questions as I buck and rear on his lap, but he holds me fast against his knees.
This isn’t for pleasure, though. I’m being punished.
“What you did last night was impetuous,” he says. “Vindictive, yeah, but you likely had your reasons. You should’ve checked that it was the right car. You should’ve been more careful.” His corrective tone makes tears spring to my eyes as he continues the torrent of smacks. “If you’d done that to another guy who was less forgiving, I hate to think of what could’ve happened to you.”
Another barrage of smacks land. My ass is on fire, but my pussy even more so, it’s aflame with what I so badly need from him. “I’m sorry,” I squeak out, my voice thick with emotion.
“Good,” he says, with another sharp smack. “Five more, and we’re done here.”
Five more. Ok, alright. I can do this. I brace myself, needing this to be over. I can’t take this anymore, not just the pain but all of it. The emotions that consume me, the loss of control. My need to come, come hard, and come now.
He lifts his hand and smacks it down with a sharp crack that resonates throughout the room. A second swat follows the first, then another, until all five spanks are over. I sag against his lap when he stops, my ass fiery hot.
“You’re forgiven, now,” he says.
“Thank you,” I whisper, not even quite sure what I’m thanking him for. A sort of peace comes over me. And as I lay over his lap, totally spent from the experience, a part of me wonders what it would be like to have this the norm. To pay for my sins by taking a punishment that makes things right again. Yeah, I’m an adult, but… can it really be that simple? Can I trust him that much?
“You took that spanking like a good girl,” he says. “I’m told my hand spankings can be severe.”
“I don’t have a reference point,” I whisper. “But that was no cake walk.”
He chuckles, then his hand strokes my pussy once more.
“Open,” he orders, a harsh command that takes me by surprise. Obediently, I part my legs.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls. “This pussy’s so fucking sweet.”
“Mmm,” I mumble, not caring that I’ve just been spanked in the middle of a BDSM club. What would my mother say? I need the release only he can bring. I’m delirious with arousal.
“Please… sir,” I beg.
“Please what?” He responds with an upward stroke that makes me arch my back.
“Let me come,” I rasp. “Please… let me.”
“Right now?” he asks, pumping two fingers into my channel. My heart stutters a crazy beat in my chest, my entire body an electric hum of need.
“No, tomorrow,” I quip, earning me another blistering smack, before he returns to my pussy, stroking my clit hard and fast.
“Wiseass.”
“Sore ass,” I groan.
“Good. Ah, that’s a girl,” he encourages as I push my pelvis against his hand, writhing with every stroke of h
is fingers. “Good girl.”
I sob as my need rises, until I know I’m going to lose my mind, and tumble into ecstasy. “Go ahead, Diana,” he allows. “Come now. Come when you’re ready. Let me make it better.”
Rapid strokes of his fingers make me buck, my body so tense it hurts until finally, finally, I plunge over the edge. I hear a guttural moan then realize it’s my own voice. He holds me and strokes me until I peak, then just when I think I’m coming down, another, sharper, more intense orgasm rides the first.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he says. “My baby comes in multiples. Yeah, that’s what I like to see. Greedy little pussy. Sweet, greedy little pussy that likes to come.” His words somehow make me climax even harder. After what seems forever, I collapse.
What the fuck just happened?
Pulling down the hem of my dress, he turns me around on his lap. “Sit up, honey.”
I sit up on his lap, feeling drunk with arousal and pleasure and pain. My ass burns hot, my sex still throbs from the intensity of my orgasm. I slump against his chest, welcoming the sweet protection of his arms around my shoulders. I burrow in close, shivering a bit.
“Intense, huh?” he asks.
“I wasn’t prepared for that,” I whisper. I hardly know the man and yet I need him to hold me. He does, pulling me up against his chest in a tight cocoon, as if he knows this is what I need. I feel him tense slightly as he reaches up and snags the folded blanket at the back of the couch, snaps it open, and folds it over my shoulders. The extra warmth is just what I need, and my eyes slide shut. “I could go to sleep like this,” I whisper.
“If you want to, that’s okay,” he whispers back.
My eyelids feel heavy, my body boneless. “Terribly fascinating first date. Dinner, spanking, sleep. I’m just… so tired. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I’ve enjoyed your company.”
“Yeah? You liked spanking me?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.” I feel something hard against my ass, and I realize there is more than retribution in that spanking he gave me. He’s turned on. The knowledge makes me smile despite my exhaustion. Yeah, I like turning Master Tobias on.
I force my head back. “I don’t understand all this, you know.”
“I know.”
I like that he doesn’t try to offer any platitudes or explanations. “This—attraction to you. The turn of events. How pain can make me so damn horny.”
His lips twitch, and yet he lets me speak unhindered.
“There are things here that scare me,” I whisper.
His arms tighten just a notch around me.
A slight catch in my throat makes my voice come out wobbly, but I have to say it before the moment is lost. “Just about the only thing that doesn’t scare me… is you.”
He weaves his hand through my curls, a possessive grip on the back of my neck, and he leans in. He’s spanked me now, twice, and made me climax as many times, but I know he’s going to kiss me now. Butterflies dance in my stomach and I hold my breath.
His lips meet mine softly at first, questioningly, asking permission, and when I grant that with parted lips, he deepens the kiss. It’s so intense he has to stabilize my back, so I don’t topple over. The grasp of his hand on my neck and the warmth of his kiss erases the last vestiges of fear. This man is sturdy and strong. This is... right. This fits.
He can take me.
And damn, that’s the sexiest part of it all. He’s steady and strong, so damn strong.
We kiss until my lips feel bruised and swollen and still, it isn’t enough. Moaning into his mouth, I squirm on his lap, loving the way his cock presses against my flaming hot ass. Tentatively, then with more conviction, I entwine my hands around his neck, allowing him to hold me but also claiming what’s mine. The clean, woodsy smell of sandalwood and sheer unbridled masculinity, envelopes me, making me feel both powerful and feminine.
No one’s ever kissed me like this, a kiss that needs no words, it’s that demanding. Gently, he draws his hand from my neck and holds me, easing me onto the couch so that both of his knees are on either side of me, straddling me. He lowers himself to me. I moan, rising to meet him, needing more, deeper, harder. I gasp as one hand smoothes over my breasts until he finds my nipple, his thumb caressing over the hardened bud through the fabric of my clothing.
When his mouth leaves mine for a brief moment, I mewl involuntarily in protest. “I haven’t made love in so damn long, Tobias,” I whisper, a lone tear rolling down my cheek which he swipes away.
“Baby,” he growls in my ear, a tortured plea not to tempt him, but I have to tell him.
“Ex-husband had a girl on the side, never slept with me. I figured he was making friends with his hand in the shower.” He growls, taking my ear lobe between his teeth. I close my eyes and forge on. “Didn’t know he was cheating on me. Last guy… my boyfriend… the one who was supposed to have his car keyed.” His hands wrap around my waist, holding me close, as a warm, whiskery kiss trails along my jaw, then my collarbone, and lower still to the swell of my breasts. “I thought he was maybe gay,” I say, my throat feeling tight but my body pulsing at his ministrations. “He never wanted to go all the way. I threw myself at him so hard I felt like a whore, and he said that relationships should transcend sex.” I close my eyes as the flutter of kisses dip lower still, to my abdomen. “Oh, Tobias. Not there. My belly... it’s so flabby.”
A sharp smack hits my thigh, and I gasp.
“Rule number one,” he says, his mouth hovering over my belly. “You do not make self-deprecating remarks. I won’t allow it.”
I’m not quite sure how I feel about that, but with my ass on fire and the lingering feel of his smack on my leg, I won’t push it, not now.
“Your exes were assholes,” he says with conviction. “Fucking morons. The man you’re with ought to worship the ground you walk on.”
“You’re crazy,” I whisper, though I can’t hide the immense pleasure that courses through me at his words.
“I’m not the one who’s crazy.” He kisses lower, until the heat of his mouth hovers just above my pussy and damn, I’m turned on again, that quick. “You need to be more than fucked, Diana. Fucking is good in its own right,” he says with a twitch of his lips. “And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about doing exactly that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Even when you were pissed?”
“Especially when I was pissed.”
I giggle, then moan as his mouth returns to my fully-clothed body. He continues the trail of kisses to the top of my thighs, first the left, and then the right. Soft, fluttering warm, possessive touches of his mouth. My hips buck with a swipe of his tongue to my inner thigh. “Fuck me,” he groans. “I can taste your honey even here. Jesus, baby, you’re so ripe. I want to eat you out.”
“Oh God.” I tremble. “I feel like a total slut, but I gotta admit there isn’t a lot I’d say no to right now.”
His low, deep chuckle makes my nipples harden. “You can be my slut,” he says conversationally. “Deal?”
I grin as he swipes his tongue along my leg once more. “Yeeesssss.” My voice breaks as I beg. “Please, Tobias. Please...sir.”
He pushes himself up to his forearms, his dark eyes serious and stern, all traces of humor now gone. “Wanna make love to you, baby. I’ve been ready since the moment I caught you next to my car and I dreamed about taking you across my lap. Been imagining it ever since. You ready for that step?”
I nod. “I’m on the pill,” I whisper.
“And I’ve got protection. Let’s go to the bed.”
He gets off the couch and takes me by the hand. I stand, stepping out of my shoes, both excited and nervous, but determined not to falter. I won’t lose it now. I can’t overthink this, or try to control this like I try to control every single goddamned thing in my life. And yet…
“I—I’m a control freak, Tobias.”
He grins and gives me a playful s
mack. “You were a control freak. Also, not allowed with me.”
I could seriously cry, his words bring such a relief to me, but the swat reignites the heat between my legs.
Okay. Alright. Okay. I can do this.
He gets up and leads me to the bed. “Let me undress you.”
Not trusting my voice, I can only nod. But when he grasps the zipper and begins to draw it down, sending a shiver down my spine, a buzz sounds behind me. I freeze. The buzz sounds again, more insistent this time, and he looks to my bag.
“You need to get that?”
I groan. “It’s my son. I’m so sorry. Everyone else is silenced but that’s his call.”
“Alright, babe. No worries. Go get it.” He releases me, and I walk to the phone, cursing the timing. Chad is supposed to be with his father, he should be dealing with any issues.
“Diana, it’s alright,” Tobias assures me, likely picking up on my frustration. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, honey.” God, I love that he understands my son comes first.
Something in my chest dissolves, and I swallow hard, nodding, as I answer my phone.
“Hello?”
“Mom.” Chad’s sobs make my body go rigid. “Come get me. Please.”
Chapter 10
I watch as her face goes from annoyed to wan, and she clasps one hand on her arm across her chest, as if to ward herself from whatever comes at her. “Chad, what is it, honey? What’s going on? Where’s your father?”
Her voice is laced with concern. Though I can’t deny I feel chagrined that our plans are thwarted, I know her son comes first. I can feel the tension from where I sit, so I wait quietly. Patience and fortitude during intense times is something I’ve learned. First as an older brother, having to step into the role of man of the house at a young age, then later as a dominant.
“Chad, relax,” Diana instructs in an even tone, her jaw tight, knuckles white from grasping the phone so hard. “Okay, honey. Remember how we talked about deep breathing? Take a deep breath in through your nose and exhale through your mouth. Good. Just like that. No, Chad, don’t—” She sighs, and then she speaks again. “I can’t get you right now, honey. It’s your weekend with your dad, and he is supposed to be watching you.” She swings her head around and her eyes meet mine, saddened, pleading even. I get to my feet, prepared to give her whatever she needs.
