We stood there, staring at each other without saying a word. I hated the anguish I saw in James’s dark brown eyes. He kept fidgeting with his hands. He either was holding himself back from holding me, or he had itchy palm syndrome. I didn’t know which sounded more delicious. I wanted to melt into his arms and the only thing that kept me from doing it was the fact that I was too stubborn.
“I can’t do this,” I said at last. But it came out sounding all wrong. It was breathless and whimpery. It was submissive. It was the voice a girl uses when she is practically begging for a big, strong man to argue with her.
And excellent dom that he was, James heard it. Instantly, I saw his eyes snap and he growled, “Open the door and let me in, woman. It’s freezing out here.”
I didn’t have a choice but to obey. My weak will and racing pulse wouldn’t let me do anything else.
As soon as I stepped aside he barreled through the door, kicking it shut with his foot. My mouth dropped open at the resounding thud the door made as it closed, but before I could comment he was pulling me into his arms. I didn’t get a chance to comment on that, either, as my chin was tilted toward him just in time for his tongue to slide between my parted lips.
Just like that, we were kissing. And the moment our lips met, I melted into him like I’d done it a thousand times before. It didn’t make any sense, and part of me knew I should stop it, but he silenced that part the minute he reached behind me, grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “I like your pants.”
The tight leather was appealing all on its own, but this particular pair of pants had a special feature: there was no seat. Which meant that my black lace thong was the only thing between the eye and my otherwise bare ass.
“So do I,” I responded with a throaty little giggle that was totally unlike me. But in that moment it felt completely natural.
“You know what else they’re good for?”
“Hmm?” I stepped up on tiptoe, trying to tempt him into another kiss.
Without another word, he took me by the arm and dragged me to the couch. Once there, I practically fell over his lap.
“No!” I protested, kicking my legs. “I was tricked!”
“Tricked and tanned,” he quipped. “That could be a good title for a book. A book in which a very naughty girl named Anna gets her ass blistered.”
“For what?” I demanded in a high-pitched shriek that I swear I’d never used before.
“Hmm, how about for running out on me without a word of explanation? Or for making me worry? How many times did I call you, Anna?”
“Get your phone. Take a look. I’ll wait.”
Uh-oh. He’d taken a trip from stern to terse and it had been a short one. That was a clear sign that he was pretty frustrated with me. I slid off his lap, giving him backward glances until he furrowed his brow.
“This feels like another trick,” I mumbled as I fished my phone out of my jacket pocket. A quick glance at the screen had me wincing. Twelve missed calls. Twelve. I felt a heavy knot in my stomach. Wow.
“So, how many?”
“James… I’m really sorry. I should have picked up, but I wa—”
God, what was it about him that allowed him to take that no-nonsense tone with me? I would have put any other man in his place in an instant. Not only did I let him talk to me that way, I responded to it. I would never understand it.
“And two text messages. I’m not the kind of man who texts, Anna.”
“Why not?” I queried. “There’s all sorts of emoticons. That way you wouldn’t have to scold over the phone, you could just send the frowny face with the whip.”
He arched an eyebrow at me. “I don’t care how cute you’re being, I’m not going to forget that you’re in trouble.”
He thought I was cute? My pulse jumped in my throat. He’d never said anything to give me any sort of indication of how he felt and somehow thinking he might see me as something more than a friend made my heart seem full and fragile all at once.
“I’m in trouble?”
“Very big trouble.”
Ooh, having those dark eyes on me watching my every move as he tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch… it was a very sexy picture indeed.
“Anna, if I tell you to come here one more time…”
But I couldn’t heed the very obvious warning I heard in his voice. Not until we talked a few things over. Because I knew myself well enough to know that once I was over his knee, I would lose all train of thought before my bottom even began to really sting.
“Why did you come all this way, James?”
“Because I was worried about you. And because I’m going to wear your cute little tail out.”
There was that word again. My tummy did a little flip. “Why do you want to give me a spanking?”
“Because you need one,” he growled, making the knot in my belly morph into a hive of anxious, jittery butterflies.
“Then why not let Geoff handle it?” I challenged. “You’d told him everything, you sent him over here. You didn’t have to come yourself.”
“That’s exactly why I had to come.”
My brow furrowed as I waited for him to explain.
James ran his hand through his close-cut brown hair and aimed a hot, piercing stare at me. “Because I didn’t want him to beat me to it. Is that what you wanted to hear? Well, there. I said it.”
Oh, my word. “Why?” I swallowed over a suddenly dry mouth. “Why did you have to beat him to it?” I waited, holding my breath so that I didn’t miss a syllable.
He leapt to his feet and charged toward me, clearly frustrated with this conversation. He took me by the wrist and dragged me to the couch. When I was settled back over his lap, his hand connected with my bottom once, twice, three times. Then he followed up on the other cheek. But I didn’t whimper, I didn’t cry out. I pushed my bottom out toward him, welcoming the kiss of his palm against my naked ass.
Then he bent his head, putting his warm mouth up to the shell of my ear. “Because you’re mine, damn it. Is that what you wanted to hear? I’m not going to let Geoff spank you, or anyone else. That’s my job. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” It was a whimper brought on by pure, ecstatic happiness. I’d never heard words that had made me feel this way before. The day Daniel proposed me was absolutely obliterated in my memory by the pure sweetness of this moment.
“Yes?” he demanded sharply.
“Yes, sir.” The words flowed from my lips easier than any I’d ever uttered before in my life. Suddenly, in an instant, I knew exactly who I was. I was Anna Choo, a super organized, put-together, type-A domme.
But I was also a submissive. His.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice throaty with emotion. “Now I’m going to spank you until you can’t sit for a week, or until my hand falls off, whichever comes first.”
I practically purred my agreement.
It didn’t take me long to see that this was not the kind of spanking I would enjoy. James spanked hard and fast, from one cheek to the next and back again too quickly for me to count or get into any kind of rhythm. It occurred to me that he was probably trying to keep me off my guard so that I had no choice but to focus on the sting he was stoking in my nether cheeks.
But soon the sting turned into a burn as he relentlessly swatted my poor, quivering backside. And then the pain went further still, seeming to burrow into my skin until the slow burn became a relentless ache. And still, he didn’t let up.
I began to whimper, and as he continued to mete out firm spanks, tears came to my eyes. I wanted to beg him to stop, but something stayed my tongue. The truth was, I deserved this spanking. Not just for running away from him, for making him worry—but for doubting myself, for doubting him. The longer he spanked, the more it hurt, that was true. But as I began to cry over his lap, I also began to feel better than I had since I’d taken Daniel’s phone call days ago. I’d been on such an emotional roller coaster ever since, it was little wonder that I’d lashed out at other people. But the one I’d hurt most was me.
So I didn’t protest, I didn’t try to stop him. I lay as still as I could and let the spanks rain down, my body jolting a little with each one. And I cried, letting everything out that I’d been keeping pent up inside. I thought of Daniel—now that my vision was starting to clear, no longer obscured by the pain of rejection, I could see that I’d never really been in love with him. I never would have been able to feel so strongly for James so quickly if I had. I’d cared about him, and he’d seemed to love me so much, I’d thought that was enough. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad as I thought about him, but I was sad for him. Daniel had been a good boyfriend, even if he did have a shitty way of ending things with someone. I hoped that one day he could find someone that could reach down deep and heal all the parts of him that hurt.
“Stand up,” James said, stopping abruptly, “and take your pants off.”
“Are you done?” I asked eagerly, feeling an irresistible urge to reach behind me and rub.
He gave me a hard look. “Unfortunately for you, no.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.” I gave him my sexiest pout, and cheered inwardly when he grinned.
“Maybe not,” he agreed, handing me a tissue, “but you don’t think I know that you can take more than that?”
I stopped just short of rolling my eyes and settled for a sigh as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. When I was finished I dutifully unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, tugging them down.
“That’s good. Turn around and bend over.”
I gave him a startled look, but did as he’d instructed. I didn’t often bend over, pushing my ass out. In fact, I’d never done it. It felt odd. The churning in my tummy was intensified, but in a strange way, submitting to him felt liberating, too.
“Good girl,” he murmured appreciatively. I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and I tensed, both excited and apprehensive all at once. Then I felt the hardness of his stiff cock sliding over my exposed anus. “Tell me, are you a back-door virgin?”
“Yes,” I breathed. It was hardly a word at all, more like something between a moan and a gasp.
“Hmm, imagine me taking you back here,” he said, stroking his hardness against my soft, virgin skin. “The first time will be for your pleasure,” he continued huskily, “but later I might do it as punishment.”
“Punishment?” I echoed, taking small, shallow breaths.
“Oh, yes. When you’ve been a bad girl, I’ll spank your ass cherry red and punish you by making your tight, sexy ass take all of my big, hard cock.”
A shiver ran through me, all the way to my throbbing sex. I knew by the sound of his low chuckle that he hadn’t missed it.
“Would you like that, Anna?”
“I… I don’t know, sir.” It was strange to me how easily those words flowed to my lips when addressing James. I might never find it normal, but it did feel right.
“Are you sure about that? I think you do know.” Without another word, he pried my legs wider and his hand cupped my pussy, making me moan. “Last chance.”
“Yes, sir! I would like that, sir.”
“Tsk, tsk,” he scolded. “Naughty girl. Is there any way I can punish you that won’t get your pussy wet?” He plunged two fingers inside at once without warning, but my pussy eagerly clung to his digits as I trembled, eager for his touch. He plunged in and out just long enough to tease me before pulling his fingers away, chuckling as I whimpered at the loss of them. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’ll think of something.”
Oh, of that I had no doubt.
James began spanking me again, slower this time. He pulled back his arm and delivered full, resounding smacks that kept the fire burning while he also paid attention to the curves of my ass that had been kept safe inside my leather pants.
My pussy was quivering with a fierce burn, having been taunted with his fingers. Between that, my scorched behind, and the emotional realizations, the tears started flowing steadily again and I began to sob.
James didn’t say anything—he kept spanking me at a slow pace, delivering each one after the burn from the last began to fade. Soon, every bit of my backside screamed for relief. But I knew better than to ask for it. He’d stop when he was ready and not a moment sooner. The only thing I could do was wait for it. I’d never felt so helpless before—and I’d certainly never expected to like the way my tummy churned or the nervous flutter in the hollow of my throat. I’d always liked being in control. But at this moment, bent over and completely bared, receiving the punishment of my life, I knew I was anything but. And somehow, it felt OK.
I’d barely had enough time to realize that he’d stopped when he was picking me up and pulling me back over to the couch.
“You’re beautiful,” he told me, his voice warm with affection as he kissed my parted lips.
Though I didn’t have a mirror, I was pretty sure I was far from beautiful. My eyes were probably watery and red, and my cheeks were lined with tears. But in that moment, cuddled on his lap as though I was something he deemed precious, I sure felt beautiful.
“But beautiful or not, you better get used to sitting on a sore ass,” he warned. “Or, if you’re really naughty, not sitting at all!”
“What did I do?” I asked innocently, wondering how I’d gone from getting complimented to being scolded in less time than it took to take a breath.
“You really are a very bad girl, Anna Choo,” he continued, his brow creased as he lectured me. “Making me wait all these years to tell you you’re beautiful.”
“All these years?” My brow furrowed in a mixture of surprise and confusion.
“No.” He shook his head. “You don’t get to play innocent, young lady.”
“James, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really?” He arched a suspicious brow. “You really don’t know how I feel about you?”
“No.” I smiled coyly up at him, nestling deeper into his arms. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Oh, you think that’s how this works, do you? You get to be spanked and then have your virtues praised?” He was still trying to sound stern, but I saw the corners of his mouth twitching.
“Maybe just this once?”
“Hmm… I’m still not done spanking you. Up you go.” As soon as I was on my feet, he swatted my ass, making me moan. “To the bedroom. You lead the way—next time, I suspect I’ll know my way around better.”
The way I felt right now, I’d be happy for him never to leave. Boldly taking him by the hand, I led the way to my bedroom. I saw it for the first time as a stranger might. The bed was made with crisp white cotton sheets and a hand-stitched quilt in my favorite colors of cream and rose. It was the only thing feminine or personal about the entire room. The rest—from the light, cherry wood furniture, to the lamps and beige carpeting—was sleek and modern.
But I didn’t have too long to think about the furnishings because James was hot on my heels and gave me a gentle shove to get me inside.
“Get me an implement,” he ordered.
“For what?” I asked in surprise.
“For what,” he mimicked, smirking. “To spank you silly, of course.”
“I can be silly without more spanking.”
“The implement, woman.”
“I don’t have any,” I admitted with a small smile and a shrug of my shoulders.
“If I have to go looking myself, when I find your stash I will use every single one on your pink butt. You’ll go to bed with a toasted tail every night this week.”
“While the idea of seeing you every night is tempting, I really don’t have a stash.”
He gave me a long, searching look before demanding, “Why the hell not?”
“Daniel didn’t want to come across a paddle when he was doing the laundry, so I keep all my toys at work.”
“Wait. You’re telling me he never spanked you? Not once?”
I shook my head, somehow bemused by his disbelief. “Not even slightly.”
“Not even a pat on the ass?”
“Hmm.” I looked thoughtful. “Well, he did do that once. But I think it was an accident. He apologized right after.”
“So… you must have…” He arched his eyebrows suggestively.
I wish. “No. I didn’t spank him, either.”
His jaw literally dropped. “I don’t get it. What the hell did you do, then?”
“Um, vanilla missionary every Tuesday after six and on Thursday after nine.”
“Well, about the times, yes.”
He shook his head, clearly flummoxed. “The poor bastard didn’t have a clue what he was missing.”
“I don’t think he’d see it that way,” I offered softly. “In fact, that’s actually why he called things off.”
“What? Did he want to switch to Wednesdays and that’s where you drew the line?” he snickered.
I rolled my eyes, dodging when he tried to aim a swat at my still-burning rear. He chased me with dogged steps until my back was against the wall. He pulled me to him while I giggled. Then he bent his head and kissed my forehead, then each of my eyelids, followed by the tip of my nose. Each one made my heart sing.
“Seriously. I want to know.”
I pulled away and made my way to the bed. I could feel his eyes on me as I sat, contemplating what to say. “Daniel is a good guy,” I began. “I don’t want you to think he’s not. He’s just not for me. And thank God he realized that I wasn’t for him, or I might have gone through with a wedding to a man who…” Who isn’t you, I finished silently. I didn’t have the courage to say them aloud, because the truth was I didn’t know how things would end with James. All I knew for sure was that I was having the time of my life, loving every butterfly in my stomach and each race of my pulse. If nothing else, my time with him had showed me what I’d been missing all this time. And now that I knew, I was never, ever going to settle again.
“A man who didn’t have the good sense to know that an ass like yours was meant to be spanked?” he growled, stalking toward me with flashing eyes.
Looking into them made me feel feminine and swoony and while I knew I should get a hold of myself, I just didn’t want to.
“Oh, this is just a one-time thing,” I said, my lips curving as I met his gaze.
“Is that so?” he challenged. When he reached me, he surprised me by dropping to his knees in front of me and hugging me to him. “Fine, if that’s the way it has to be, spank me then. I’m sure I deserve it.”
I threw my head back and burst into laughter. I howled with glee. This man had a killer sense of humor. How was it that I’d never noticed before?
“Damn it, Anna, you’re not making me feel very manly right now,” he groused comically.
“Sorry,” I gasped, still giggling. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”
“Well, you should. Hell, I’d get down on all fours and bark like a dog, if that’s what it took to make you mine. And while I’d love to say I’m sorry that this idiot didn’t realize what he had, I’m not. His loss is definitely my gain.”
“James,” I scolded. “Stop.”
“Actually, I’m thinking of sending him a fruit basket. Does he like pears?”
“Quit it!” I slapped his chest, still giggling.
“Oh, you’re going to regret that.” He scooped me up, tossed me on the bed, and was on me before I could scamper away. His hands trapped each of mine, pining them down to my sides as he straddled me. “You swear I don’t need to break every bone in his body?”
I glimmered up at him, thrilled beyond words to have someone who I truly believed would seek vengeance on my behalf. I wasn’t a vengeful person, but still, it was nice that someone cared that much. “I promise.”
“Fruit basket it is then.” With that, he captured my lips with his, his teeth biting down, hard, on my bottom lip.
I’d never been kissed so passionately in my life. He took his time sliding his tongue into my mouth, but once it was there he practically robbed me of breath with his urgent need. But I thrived under it, too, giving as good as I got. It felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to know what it was like to be so lovingly, utterly possessed. If it kept me gasping for breath for the rest of my days, then that was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
With his lips still fastened to mine, his fingers began to wander to the clasps on my corset. He undid them, one by one, breaking our kiss only once my breasts were free. “Beautiful,” he declared, his voice husky, before he bent his head and took my stiff, pebbled nipple into his mouth.
The sensation that ran along my body making heat puddle in my pussy was altogether unfamiliar. While he suckled my right breast his fingers toyed with my left nipple, rolling it between his fingers and yanking it playfully, making me gasp. I arched my back, grabbing handfuls of bedsheet to give me some sense of being tethered down. As he flicked his tongue over my nipple and then sank his teeth into my tender flesh, I began to think I might come then and there.
When he finally came up for air after giving me so much pleasure that my limbs were pliant and willing to accept whatever plans he had in store, he was grinning, looking pretty proud of himself.
“I think we’re a little unevenly matched.”
“Well, you’ve got me naked on the bed—”
“Guilty,” he said, his grin growing.
“And you’re still wearing all your clothes. That’s not very fair, is it?” Without waiting for an answer, I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt with quick, nimble fingers. As soon as the fabric parted, revealing his toned, bronzed abs and pecs, I had to catch my breath. Working with a man like Fabio, who muscles were so ripped there was no denying it, it had never even occurred to me to think what James might look like with his clothes off. I—and my daydreams—had been missing out. There were glorious contours and the moment I saw them I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and touching them. My breath was coming in fast, shallow gasps and when I looked up to meet his eyes, I saw that they were dark with longing.
“You want to do it against the wall?” I quipped.
“You should know right now that I have a rule about naughty girls not being allowed to come after they’ve been spanked.”
“Rules are meant to be broken.”
“Hmm. Stand up.”
I slid out from under him and climbed over the side of my bed, standing on shaky, pre-orgasmic legs. James was behind me in an instant, turning me to face the wall. His hands roved my body, sliding down my shoulder, over my back, settling on my crest of my bottom. Then, so soft and feather-light I hardly felt it, he pressed a kiss to each of my red cheeks. The slight pressure made me shiver with anticipation.
“Since you don’t have any implements, we’re going to have to get creative. Lucky for you, I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet.” He bent his head and kissed my shoulder, then the hollow of my throat.
My sex pulsed with each subtle touch of his lips against my skin. I groaned, spun around to face him, and lunged for his lips. He didn’t shy away from my kiss and when I took his hand and put it on my pussy, his fingers clutched the patch of my damp black curls, making me moan into his mouth. I boldly pushed my sex toward him, hoping his fingers would do some more of that exploring that had practically made me come apart inside my own skin. But while he brushed his hand against it, he didn’t do any more than that.
And much sooner than I was ready for it, he was pulling away. “Enough of that for now.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough,” I whispered, looking at him with open honesty.
“God, Anna,” he groaned, taking me by the shoulders and pulling me toward him for another hungry, searching kiss. “Keep talking like that and you’ll make me forget my own name.”
I smiled coyly, dropping my eyes to the floor.
“You are intoxicating, you know that?”
I hadn’t, but I didn’t think I’d ever tire of hearing him say it.
“The sooner I finish your spanking, the sooner we can get back to more important things.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get me the curtain wand, please.”
I arched my eyebrows at him, but walked to my window and carefully pulled it free of its hook. I handed it to him without comment.
“I want you bent over the bed. I’m going to give you an even dozen, and if you’re a good girl, we’ll stop there.”
Sucking in my breath, I followed his instructions, planting my hands on the mattress and pushing my ass in the air. I’d been so preoccupied with feelings he aroused while exploring my body—and by doing some exploring of my own—that I had nearly forgotten the pain in my posterior. But suddenly, being in position and waiting for further chastisement to fall on my poor rear, I felt the remaining tenderness in earnest.
“Just to make sure you remember, remind me why you’re being punished.”
“I thought it was so we could get on to having sex?” When I felt the curtain wand strike my bottom in response, I couldn’t suppress a yelp as the surprising pain burst across my tender flesh.
“Very funny. And that one doesn’t count, by the way. You can give me all the glib answers you want, but they’ll just count against you. Care to try again?”
Yikes. James had become a very un-fun dom very quickly. “I’m sorry, sir,” I answered meekly. “You’re punishing me because I didn’t answer my phone.”
I was ‘rewarded,’ if you could call it that, by the quick, sharp lash of the wand. I sucked my breath in sharply and let it out slowly to keep from calling out.
“And why is that wrong?”
“Because you were worried about me.”
The next lash of the wand was put right above the first and it made me wince. “Right again. Why else are you being punished?”
“Because… because I ran away from you.”
Thwack. The wand landed hard on my waiting rear, leaving a fierce sting in its wake. “How could you have handled that better?”
The sting in my ass was overpowering every other thought. It took several deep breaths before I could even think about the question, much less find an answer. “In the future… I’ll talk to you first.”
“That would be better.” The next flick of the wand was lower, right above my sit-spot and I couldn’t help but cry out. James’s hand was immediately on my shoulder, rubbing it as he shushed me. “It’s OK. I know it hurts.”
My breaths were coming in quick, shallow gasps but I gave into the quivers and felt the beginnings of tears form in my eyes.
“If we are going to be in a relationship, we have to talk each other when things get hard. Don’t you agree?”
“Y-yes.” I sniffled.
Though I could tell he didn’t use as much of his strength with the next swing, I still winced and moaned when it landed, striping previously spanked skin.
“I’m going to finish now. I want you to be a good girl for me, alright? You can make any noise you need to, but don’t fight me. I don’t want to have to start over.”
Just the threat of such a thing made my entire body tense. James patted me a few more times on the back, trying to comfort me.
And then the horrible wand fell on my bottom. And again. And again. I burst into uncontrollable wrenching sobs and shook with them during the remainder of the spanking. I could tell that he was holding back, trying to go easy on me, but it didn’t matter. My ass stung like I’d sat on a beehive, been stung by a hundred angry bees, and had had an allergic reaction. I’d never felt anything like it, and as I cried into my quilt I was sure that I didn’t want to experience it again.
As I wailed mournfully into my quilt, I became aware of the bed shifting as James crawled beside me. I winced as the fabric of his pants scraped against my raw, throbbing butt. But then he enveloped me in his warm, protective arms and I scooted until all of me was on the bed, curling into his embrace.
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