Isabelle's Story, A Bentley Sisters Novel

by Lauren Beaumont

  He nodded. "How are you are feeling?"

  "Okay, I think," she hesitated, "it was as if everything just rushed to my head at once. I've never, ever tried to drive when I've been drinking before."

  "Why did you take your car, Bel?" he asked gently, moving over to the bed to sit next to her and taking her hands in his.

  She shrugged, and looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "Not for any good reason. I was running late again, Elena had called. I thought it would save me time, that I wouldn't be so late if I drove. I didn't even think at the time as to how I'd get home afterwards. Are you angry?"

  He squeezed her hand, "I was angry when I saw you struggling with Elise to get your car keys. I was really angry. All I could think about was the danger you were putting yourself, and others, in. But I'm calmer now that I know you're home, here with me, with no car keys in sight. You don't have to be scared, if that's your worry."

  "I'm not scared," she admitted. "You should be angry at me. I'm so angry with myself!" and promptly she burst into tears and he took her in his arms to hold her.

  "Shhh," he said, rocking her gently. "It'll be okay, I promise."

  "I could have hurt someone," she sobbed.

  "Yes," he said, seriously, "You could have done. You could have hurt lots of people as well as yourself. You also could have made life very unpleasant for those who love you, you know that?"

  "What do you mean?" she gulped, trying to stem the flow of tears as she took the handkerchief he offered her to wipe her eyes.

  "Well, for a start, how do you think it would have looked for Tom, a police officer, if you'd been arrested for drunk driving? Your family love you dearly, and it's not fair to compromise them professionally or personally."

  "Oh!" she said, taken aback as she hadn't even thought of the implications for her family.

  "And, you know, there's me as well," he looked at her as he lightly stroked his fingertips over the back of her hands.

  She looked up at him, confused, through her damp lashes. "I know, I shouldn't have put you in that position. I'm sorry. I know I broke the rules."

  "That's not quite what I meant, Bel," he sighed. "I meant that you should know that it's not just your family who love you. I love you as well. When I saw you trying to get behind the wheel of your car, I was angry, but I was also terrified. I was terrified of you getting hurt, or worse, and that I would lose you."

  She gasped, his statement completely unexpected. She'd known that he cared, but had thought it was too early for him to put any deeper feelings into words, especially after her behaviour that evening.

  As she stared at him, he smiled wryly, "You might want to say something Bel, anything."

  "But, I thought it was just me?"

  "What?" now he sounded confused.

  "I, that is, I thought it was just me that felt that way!" tears continued to drip down her cheeks, with tears of happiness, relief and joy mingling with the shock and despair of earlier.

  "Oh, my love," he cuddled her to him.

  "I love you, Alex. I've always loved you, for years," she confided, wrapping her arms round his neck, not wanting to let him go, "I hated it when you left for the States."

  "You were young Bel. You needed time to grow up and experience life for yourself, without me there dictating your every step. Besides," he added, "I'd kind of hoped you would miss me."

  "I did miss you so much," she cried into his shoulder, "there was no one like you, ever."

  "Clearly," he murmured dryly. "If there had been, you might have learned your lesson well enough over the last few years that you wouldn't still be getting yourself into these messes!"

  She flushed, and hid her head in his shoulder, not wanting to be reminded of the catastrophic mess she had very nearly created only an hour or so earlier.

  "I'm sorry, Alex. Will you forgive me?"

  "You know I will," he said gently, "but you also know what's going to happen, don't you?"

  She nodded and wrapped her arms around him tighter. She knew what the consequences would be for her and, even if she knew she wouldn't like it, she no longer felt scared, or humiliated, by the prospect. Instead, oddly, she felt that it was her debt to be paid and she was secure in the knowledge that Alex loved her enough to ensure that she would never again do something as reckless or dangerous as what she had attempted that night.

  "I think we should get this over with now, Bel, so that we can move on and you don't end up worrying about it."

  Again, she nodded, happy to follow his lead, "Okay," she whispered.

  "I want you to get changed, and go and place yourself over the arm of the chair," he indicated with his hand the chair he had only recently vacated.

  She blanched. "Get changed into what?" she asked quietly.

  "I'll get you a T-shirt," he told her, and extracted himself from her grip to go to one of the drawers and find one of his old T-shirts for her to wear, knowing that it was soft enough that it wouldn't hurt her, but would allow him easy access to her bottom. He could have demanded that she be naked for what was to come, but he could see that she was so shocked by her own actions, that although this would be a punishment spanking, she had already learned most of the lesson she needed.

  Slowly, she got changed from her clothes and pulled on the T-shirt, and he couldn't help but grin as he saw that it came almost to her knees and she resembled a child playing dress-up in the over sized garment.

  She stood in front of him, motionless but her eyes questioning.

  "What did I tell you to do, Bel?" he asked sternly.

  Her eyes flew up to his, uncertain.

  "I..." and then she remembered, "to go to the chair?"

  He nodded, "So why are you still standing?"

  Still she hesitated.

  "What is it, Bel?" his tone grew gentler as he saw her agitation.

  "I... I... it's just...."

  "Hmmm?"

  "What are you going to use?" she blurted out.

  He took her hands in his, and looked down at her tenderly, "You know that's for me to decide and not you, don't you love?"

  She nodded. "I know, it's just that, well, I kind of want to prepare myself, mentally," she tried to explain to him but saw from his eyes that he already understood.

  "I'm going to use my belt, Bel. No warm up spanking with my hand for you either," he saw her gulp visibly.

  "It will hurt, love, I won't lie to you, but it will be over quickly and then you can sleep in my arms."

  He saw her shoulders stiffen as she mentally tried to prepare herself for what was to come and, after a moment of tightening her hands in his, she went and placed herself over the arm of the chair, as he'd instructed, with no further ado.

  Breathing out a sigh that he hadn't known he had been holding, he approached her and gently pulled up the T-shirt so her bare flesh was exposed to his gaze. Tenderly, he adjusted her position to ensure her weight was levered towards the seat of the chair so that, if she wriggled or fussed, she wouldn't topple to the floor and hurt herself.

  Slowly, he unlooped his belt from his jeans and doubled it up in his hands, making sure that the buckle was firmly hidden in his grip so that the metal wouldn't bite into her soft skin.

  "Now, Bel. You're going to have thirty of these. Do you remember how you counted for me before?"

  He could see that, even though he hadn't touched her yet, tears were already flowing down her face, and she nodded and whispered, "Yes," to him.

  He forced himself to be stern, "So, I want you to count this time as well, love. Can you do that?"

  Again, she nodded.

  "If you miss one, I'll repeat it, understand?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  As he heard her say the simple word, "Sir", he rejoiced inwardly, not because he particularly wanted or needed the title, but because he understood that her subconscious use of the word showed that, finally, she had accepted and welcomed his authority over her in this way, his need to lead by example and show her loving correction when
he thought she needed it.

  With a controlled crack, he brought the belt down over her bottom, seeing her body jump at the bite of the belt's soft leather into her flesh as well as hearing her cry at the impact.

  "One," she cried out, not trying to hide her pain or distress from him but trusting him with her body and emotions.

  "Two," she sobbed as the belt descended again.

  "Three." Each time the belt hit a slightly different spot, and the initial hurt quickly turned into a throbbing burn that spread over her bottom and thighs and she felt every inch of her flesh pulse as she turned from a delicate pink to crimson red.

  Quickly, her sobs turned to howls of pain. She couldn't survive a whole thirty spanks, and she screamed as, with the twentieth spank, he turned his attention to her delicate sit spot, making sure that it didn't escape his ministrations.

  She wailed and screamed as the belt struck, but still she counted, and she knew that she would never forget this lesson.

  "Twenty-nine," she howled as once again leather stung her aching bottom, "please, Alex, please!"

  One last time, with a fierce "crack" he brought down the belt, and one last time her body jumped and juddered at the intensity of the pain which blended with the anguish and blame she inflicted on herself as, with each spank, it reinforced for her the foolishness as well as the danger of her behaviour that night.

  He threw the belt to one side and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed as sobs continued to wrack her slight frame and she pushed her head into his shoulder and let him cuddle her to him as, slowly, her cries softened and her breathing grew deeper as she relaxed in the security of his embrace.

  "I'm sorry, Alex," she whispered, even as she felt the drowsiness set in.

  "I know, love," he said, kissing her head gently.

  "I love you so much."

  "And I love you, Bel, always."

  "You won't leave again?"

  He chuckled at the vehemence of her tone, distinguishable even through her tears and drowsiness, "Never. You've got me back for good now, Bel."

  "That's good," she murmured.

  He smiled, "Your butt might not think that tomorrow."

  "Mmmm..."

  "Just think of a lifetime of all those spankings you'll probably get," he teased her.

  "No more spankings," she muttered, sleep beginning to overtake her, "I'll be good from now on, promise."

  He chuckled, knowing that she didn't stand a chance, and, as she finally fell asleep in his arms, he drew the covers over them and relaxed properly for what felt like the first time in years, knowing that he and Isabelle were back where they both belonged, with each other.

  The End

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