Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Chandra knows she’s in trouble. Good. I want her quaking a little inside, because a little fear before punishment will help. I wrap my hand around the sturdy handle of the paddle and cross my arms on my chest.
I watch as a little of her anger ebbs away when she looks at me, knowing now that I’m holding the paddle that she’s crossed the line.
“Axle, no,” she says, not defiant but pleading this time. “Not the paddle. Please, sir.”
I shake my head, more convinced now than before that she needs me to light up her ass. If I back down now and let her go without a spanking, she might be superficially relieved, but a part of her will be disappointed. As a submissive, she craves this from me, and if I don’t punish her when she defies me, she’ll lose a little of the respect needed for this kind of relationship to work. But the paddle hurts. It’s meant to. And she doesn’t want a spanking.
I pull out the straight-backed chair I keep in our room for moments like these and sit heavily down. Wordlessly, I point to my knee. She captures her lips with her teeth, now looking far more apprehensive than angry. “Sir,” she whispers.
“Dress up, over my knee.”
“I want to talk.”
I grit my teeth. “We’ll talk with your dress up and you over my knee. Now you do what I say, or I’ll double what you’re already getting.”
Watching her choose to submit is beautiful to me, the way she struggles and fights with her will, battling the conflict between what she wants and what she craves. But we weren’t designed to be comfortable and complacent. I know the only way she’ll grow is if she battles within and chooses to be strong, despite fearing the measured pain I’ll give her. I grow in patience and fortitude when I give her the space to dance to this tune, to defy with the authenticity that doesn’t break us but makes us stronger.
“I don’t know about this,” she says. “Maybe I don’t want this. You’re a little high handed.”
“Chandra,” I remind her, “When you’re on the verge of getting your ass paddled is not the time to question our dynamic.”
She pouts adorably with a little frown. “I think it’s an excellent time to question.”
Blowing out a shaky breath, she obeys, grabbing at the dress. Her eyes stay on mine, giving me her fear and apprehension along with her trust. I look at her steadily, not breaking eye contact, telling her without words what she needs to hear.
I expect you to obey.
I won’t let you do this.
I love you.
She’s so much happier when she’s submitting to me, our dance of dominance and submission the passion that fuels who we are.
When she reaches me, I help her out of the rest of her clothes, then stand her in front of me naked. God, she’s beautiful, I pull her between my legs and run my hands down her sides, over her soft skin, making her shiver. Leaning in, I kiss her softly, a promise that even though this part is hard, I love her.
“I love you,” I remind her.
“And I love you,” she says, and her eyes flash at me. She’s trying to behave, but there’s a little devil in there that needs taming. “Even if you’re an overbearing—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish, as I take her hand and guide her over my knee. Her beautiful curves beg to be punished, stroked, bitten, fucked, and seeing her bare-ass over my knee makes my cock swell. I want to bury myself in her so deeply she groans my name and forgets her own, plunge myself to the hilt and claim the deepest parts of her with savage, brutal, tender strokes. But first, a spanking is in order.
I rest the paddle on her naked rear. Adorably, one little hand flies up as if to block any smacks. I take her fingers with my left hand and press her fingers to her lower back.
“Keep them there, please,” I admonish. “I don’t want to strike your fingers with a paddle.” Now that I’m holding her in position with the paddle ready to fly, we can talk.
“What did Zack ask you to do?” I don’t spank her, not yet, just keep the paddle in place to remind her to behave.
“Not to go to the bookstore,” she says, an air of resignation in her tone.
“Yes,” I say, squeezing her hand just a little. “And what was your response?”
“I… I told him no, sir.”
“And why is that?” I ask, feeling a bit of my anger return as we go over this. I’m looking forward to connecting the paddle with her ass. Hell, my dick pushes up against her soft belly in anticipation of that first solid smack, but first I’ll give her the opportunity to give her side of the situation.