The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Revelations -
The Bonding
by Soshyi

He stretched and opened his eyes, automatically squeezing the breast cupped in his right palm. "Mmmm." Nice, warm. She wiggled and sighed in reaction, but didn’t wake up. She wouldn’t, he inwardly chuckled. She was a slow riser. After last nights activities it was just as well. He had some serious thinking to do and it was best done without her distraction. Especially since the topic of his thoughts were of her, them, and where they went from here.

Dang! They hadn’t even made it under the covers last night. Both had just fallen in an exhausted heap. At least he’d had the brains to pull out of her, or they both would really be sore this morning. Sore…. He wondered? Easing his arm out from under her he carefully pulled the quilt aside exposing her bottom to his gaze. Back to the peachy color he was fondly familiar with. Not the bright raspberry color it had been after the spankings, although he believed he would become just as fond of that hue. Looking closely, he saw no bruising whatsoever. Leaning down he gave her upper right cheek a light kiss and tucked the quilt carefully around her.

After slipping on a pair of boxers he walked downstairs. Stopping by the front door he flicks off the porch light and headed into the kitchen. Coffee, he needed coffee and he’d set the machine to have it ready by now. Just a couple of cups, though. He didn’t allow himself anymore. He picked up a mug, filled it and sat at the table to think.

So…. He chuckled. She was turned on by spankings. He hadn’t seen that one coming. Shaking his head he laughed outright. Wouldn’t she just die if she caught him laughing? And, after reading the stories he had been turned on too. Once again he’d taken the comfortable role of leader and seduced her into allowing him to give her one hot bottom. Man, what a Rush! The feeling of power had been overwhelmingly satisfying. Her trust had been humbling and beautiful. The result had the best sex of their lives. He’d loved the control, and she loved being submissive. They would definitely be doing that again and soon. Taking a sip of his coffee he contemplated the situation.

Most of those stories he’d read last night were for correcting bad behavior. And, if the stories were correct, which seemed plausible to him, the discipline would work. A very, very hot bottom as a reminder to what needed to change. That had been in the back of his mind all evening. Having her over his knee last night had been the perfect opportunity. He’d given her some harder swats to test her. She hadn’t liked those at all. Being honest with himself, he supposed that had been his goal, and it had worked. No, she didn’t like the harder smacks at all. After she’d finally remembered her safe word, he’d stopped. He scratched the stubble on his chin again and took another sip of his coffee. He’d had a reason for testing her. A big one.

The crux of his problem? Her health and welfare. He’d tried for a long time to get her to slow down. She banged into walls, cut her fingers, dropped things on her feet, skinned her knees, burned herself at the stove, and fell down constantly. That was just a few of the mishaps he’d witnessed. All because she moved way to fast. He was terribly afraid one day it would be something serious. He’d sat her down to talk, but she hadn’t been concerned in the least. Said she’d always been like that, and off she went scurrying like a mouse on high speed. They should own stock in band-aids, he thought shaking his head.

He’d let it go and continued to worry. Now he believed he had a solution. The minx had inadvertently given him the answer. She just needed a little guidance and he was the man to provide it. It was for her safely and his sanity. Now, he needed to get his head together and come up with a plan.

Reaching over towards the counter, he refilled his mug and thought some more. When decisions had to be made they‘d both agreed he had the ‘veto’. He didn’t use it very often, but occasionally he’d done it and she had handled it well. Would she be submissive in this, though? He would have to smack her much harder than he had last night for the lessons to take effect and leave a lasting impression. And if he could get her to accept a little correction, how did he keep her from using her safe word after "things" got painful? He thought he already had a good idea how to do that and would surprise her with it when the time came. First, he just needed to get her to agree to some discipline. "Hmmmm."

He knew what her reaction would be this morning. In the light of day the grown confident woman he had come to know would disappeared, leaving a very unsure, vulnerable, embarrassed one. He’d use that vulnerability. She had reacted the same way yesterday after he’d caught her reading the spanking stories and he’d seduced her right over his knee. He’d do that again. He loved her always, but loved her best when she trusted him enough to let down her guard. Yes indeed, he had a feeling he’d be seeing a lot of that side of her in the future. Starting this morning.

Setting his now empty mug on the counter, a slight movement on the floor near the entrance to the kitchen caught his eye. Toes. He chuckled to himself. She was hiding behind the door.

He’d spanked her! When she’d woken up this morning and remembered she’d been glad to find herself alone. She’d hastily picked her t-shirt and panties up off the floor and slipped them on. While brushing her teeth she’d avoided her reflection in the mirror, but couldn’t help but turn around, drop her drawers and take a good look. Her bottom looked normal. On tiptoes she crept down the stairs and hid behind the door, watching him. He looked deep in meditation. That couldn’t be good, she’d thought, biting a nail. Her bottom didn’t really feel any different. Well, other than she was very aware it was there. More so than ever before. Her nipples were a different matter. They wouldn’t go down! And they tingled something fierce. So did her clit. She was wet again. Sighing, she leaned her head against the wall. He was sure to notice her arousal. She was mortified! Perhaps if she’d used some button band-aids to cover her nipples? Maybe she should go back up stairs and take a shower?

"Good morning, Baby," she heard.

Drat! Too late now. She snuck a peek at him from around the corner. He was looking back at her grinning. Yup! Mortified!

"Baaaby?" he sung. "Are you going to come and say ‘Hi’ to me?"

Do I have to, she thought? Yes! Straightening up her shoulders, she marched into the kitchen. He looked right at her nipples and cocked an eyebrow. Her face flamed and she hunched her shoulders forward. As if he could have missed them, she admonished herself. She felt her eyes begin to water and her lower lip trembled just a little. She’d never felt so unsure of herself.

"Sweetheart, come here to me," he coaxed seeing her distress. "Come on now."

Totally embarrassed, she crossed her arms over her chest, lowered her chin, and shyly walked towards him.

He pushed his chair back from the table and gently pulled her down to cuddle in his lap.

"We certainly had a busy night last night, didn’t we?" he cooed.

"Yes," she meekly replied from where her face was hidden in his neck.

She felt him gently lower her arms to her sides.

"I loved it, doll," he whispered, strumming his nails over her nipples through the shirt. "Did you like having your bottom set on fire a little?" he said coaxing her head up with his chin as he whispered softly in her ear.

"Ummm, Yesss," she shyly replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

Noticing a fresh bruise, he sighed.

"Doll, how did you get the bruise on your arm?" he asked, gently nibbling her ear.

"I don’t remember." She rubbed her face against the tickling feeling as a chill run down her spine.

"You move way too fast. I don’t like seeing you hurt," he quietly told her. "Have I asked you to slow down?"

"Well, yes," she sighed. "But…"

"No. No buts," he said giving her earlobe a gentle bite. "Do you think it’s fair to keep me worrying all the time?

"Nnno," she said shivering.

"So you’ll slow down from now on. Right?" he told her.

"Ummm. I’ll try," she said breathlessly.

"No," his voice was so low in her ear she can barely hear him. Bringing his hand up to her face, he turned her to look at him. "Baby, I’m very tired of this. You will slow down. That is it."

"Bbbbut, I only know how to do things fast," she replied a little hesitantly looking deep in his eyes.

"You got your bottom spanked last night, didn’t you, Sweetheart?" he said seductively while giving her gentle kisses and rubbing her back. " I loved spanking you for fun and want to do that again and again," he continued watching her closely making sure he had her attention.

"But Baby, I think we need to give you a hot bottom in a different way sometimes," his voice was controlled, but still gentle. "As a matter of fact, I think maybe a few very hard discipline spankings just might be what’s called for here." He reached down under her to grab her bottom. "Can you agree for us to try that, Sweetheart? I think it would help you to remember to slow down."

"I, dddon’t want that, though," she stammered nervously not meeting his gaze.

"Well, of course you don’t Baby, but I think it’s what you need," he said. "Can you honestly tell me after reading the stories last night you hadn’t thought about it?"

"Ummm," she hedged, looking away from him. She had thought about it, but those harder smacks with the hairbrush last night had changed her mind. Thank god she’d finally remembered her safe word. One more swat was more than she could have handled.

Seeing her mind wander, he scooped her up in his arms and sat her on the edge of the table. Kissing her he lowered her upper body flat and pulled back to look in her eyes. He gave a seductive smile while slipping his hands to her panties and pulled them down and off.

"Oh."

"Shhh," he said, using a knee to separate her thighs while dropping his shorts to the floor. Pushing up close to her body, he felt how wet she was. Oh, yeah, she was more than ready. "Who is the head of this household?" He asked her, using his hard erection to tease the opening of her vagina.

She pushed her hips up trying to get him inside. He just pulled back when he didn’t get an answer. Keeping eye contact, he reached down, grasped her left leg and brought her foot up to rest on his shoulder. Using his left thumb he rubbed her very slick clitoris in little circles while his right hand hovered near the back of her upraised thigh.

Smack!

"Baby, who’s in charge here?" he asked her again.

"Oh! You are, Sir," she submits, blushing.

His mind reeled. With a smack comes a Sir. Interesting, he thought. He loved it last night and it made his ego swell bigger than his cock this morning.

Pushing her t-shirt up to uncover her breasts, he leaned over, latched on to one tightly puckered nipple with his mouth and sucked hard while keeping his thumb firmly in place.

Her hands reached up to clasp his head to her chest.

"Huh uuuh," he said, releasing her nipple. While looking deep in her eyes, he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked. "Mmmm, you taste so good."

"Oh, ppplease," she begged.

"You don’t get to touch," he whispered. Raising her arms up over her head, he crossed them at her wrists and clasped them securely in his left hand.

"I need to move," she pleaded, tugging on her arms.

"Baby, do you trust me?" he asked, tightening his hold on her captive wrists.

"Oh, yesss," she replied. He was being so dominate and his voice was making her kind of dizzy.

"I’ve asked you to slow down and you disregarded my feelings." He told her teasing her clit with his right thumb now. "Do you think that’s fair to me?"

"I’m sorry." Her breath caught in her throat. She was a little confused by the conflicting emotions running through her body.

Using the head of his cock, he tortured the entrance of her vagina with little ins and outs. Never entering where she wanted him. He knew this made her crazy. He slid his right hand to her thigh again.

Smack!

"OOH!" She tried to move her hips to bring him closer, but he wouldn’t allow it. Her wrists try to get lose, but he was still holding her down. Her eyes fluttered closed.

He straightened and looked down at her. Seeing the rapture on her face and hearing her cry, he bit his lip to keep his goal uppermost in his mind.

"Look at me!" he said rather roughly.

"OH." She blinked her eyes open meeting his gaze.

"That’s right." He held himself completely still, barely inside of her. "I will spank you hard if you don’t slow down." He told her firmly, feeling her vagina tremble around the head of his cock.

"Ummm," she said. "But, really it’s noth…….."

"No!" she heard. That rough voice was going to send her over the top any second now.

Smack!

"Sir! AH!" she gasped.

"You will slow down. There is no need for you to hurt yourself. I don’t like it," he insisted.

"From now on for every bruise I see, you’re going over my knee for more that a little fun. We’re going to teach you to slow down, Baby," he said adamantly pushing deep inside her.

"Ummm." Oh, god. That felt so good.

"I’m going to spank that bottom hard if you continue to hurt yourself," he said ruthlessly, as he looked deep in her eyes while moving his hips in little tight circles.

"Please. OH! That feels so good." Grinding her hips back against him.

"Do you agree?" He stopped moving and pulled back so his head was just barely inside her again. She was shaking uncontrollably. His thumb slipped back to her clit, manipulating ruthlessly, but not enough to allow her relief. He could feel her pulse beneath his touch. "You get more than a light spanking if you hurt yourself and don’t slow down?"

OH GOD! She had to get him to move. She’d forgotten something. What was it? Pumping her hips up to try and get him to move.…. Safe word.

"Yess!" She screamed. She could use her safe word if things got too bad. "Yes, I understand." She nodded. Anything to get him to move. She needed him to finish. She was so close.

"You will slow down," he told her while holding completely still. He didn’t think she’d even noticed the reason he’d given her a few light smacks. She hadn’t even baulked when he’d just used it to control her behavior.

"I’ll slow down," she repeated panting. His actions, the spanking and talk had her at the precipice. She had to cum right now.

"I’ll spank you hard if you don’t," he insisted feeling her tighten around him.

"You’ll spank me hard if I don’t," she agreed tossing her head back and forth on the table.

"Gooood girl," he praised, releasing his hold on her wrists and supporting himself on stiff arms. One hard stroke was all that it took to get her to cum.

"AAAH!" Her body arched off the table, shuddering as her arms reach up for him. Her thighs trembled and her inner muscles convulse over and over.

He went blind for a moment as the fire erupted from his cock with even more intensity than it had last night. "OH GOD!" His legs quivered a little.

He allowed his body to gently rest on hers, finally coming close enough for her to clasp him tight. Their breathing slowly returned to normal. Hugging her close, he turned his face to give her a gentle kiss.

"Goood Girl, Baby," he sighed stroking her hair.

He felt a heavy burden lift from his shoulders. She had agreed to discipline spankings and she had no idea the little trick he’d saved up his sleeve.

They fixed breakfast together, showered, and enjoyed the morning. He watched her closely and it made her a little nervous, but it also reminded her to slow down. Since it was the beginning of the weekend they would be together a lot of the time. She had a feeling that would help her to remember. She couldn’t help but remember with his eyes dogging her every move. A hot bottom she liked, but a very, very hot bottom? Nosiree! The feeling of those last 4 smacks of the hairbrush she had every intention of avoiding at all costs. She would be using that safe word, if it ever came down to it.

Next weekend was their annual Pool Party, so they began the list. What foods to buy, who to call for invites, what to do if it rained and so on. He headed out to the yard to give it a good clean for the up and coming event. He gave her a smack on her shorts covered bottom as he walked out. She giggled and blushed.

She was left to make the phone calls and finish the list. She would not be joining him out back. That would be foolhardy. She didn’t mix well with yard tools. Even on her best days. Feeling a bit like a chastised child, she finished her list, set it on the desk in the kitchen and sat down to make the calls. Address book. Where was it? Oh, yeah. Upstairs in her purse.

Jumping up from the chair, she scurried through the living room. Picking up speed, she vaulted over the ottoman and headed for the stairs. Grabbing onto the banister, she swung herself around and up she went as fast as her feet could carry her. Skidding to a stop in the bedroom, she dropped to the floor and rummaged through her purse. Success! Popping back up she did a 180 running back down the hallway. Reaching the second landing on the stairs, she tripped.

"Oh!" Quickly grabbing the railing, she caught herself before she took a header to the bottom.

"Oh No!" she exclaimed. A quick perusal of the lower level showed it was empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, she plopped down on a stair. Time for a reality check. Examining her arms she saw no bumps or scrapes.

"Aaah". Well, thank god for that.

He was right, she sighed. She moved way too fast. It could have been very bad just then, and it wasn’t fair to him. She couldn’t go on disregarding his wishes and hurting herself was not fun. She would have to slow herself down. She would have to remind herself constantly. Carefully getting up, she headed off to make the phone calls.

That evening was quiet. She had done well during the day, but felt out of sorts. He knew why. He had been in the kitchen when she’d tripped on the stairs. After he was sure she was ok, he’d slipped out the door. His instinct told him that she needed some alone time, but upon his return she had really changed. He easily saw her struggle and it was difficult to watch. So many years of reckless behavior could not be changed so quickly. He also knew that any day now he would have to follow through with his threat and he’d already decided, there would be no spanking fun until they got the more serious one out of the way. He knew very well she hoped to avoid that. In his mind it was inevitable.

They just held each other in bed that night. They both knew the other was deep in thought. He had a pretty good feeling about the turmoil going on in her head. She had no idea what he was thinking. He already knew she planned to use her safe word. She didn’t know he knew and he didn’t want her to. That card was still safely tucked way up his sleeve and he didn’t plan on using it until the last possible minute. It wasn’t what was on his mind now, though. With tomorrow being Sunday, he would have plenty of time for a little creative work in the garage. When he finished the project it would be a great daily reminder to her, and he felt she needed that. Somehow, he didn’t think she’d appreciate his efforts. Before he fell asleep, he told her he loved her. It was important that she remembered that.

He woke early like he always did. He kissed her and left her sleeping. He knew her little mind spun half the night. Over coffee and a light breakfast, he devised his plan and worked out how to keep her out of the garage. Leaving her a note, which was sure to make her happy, he headed off to the nursery for bedding plants. He stopped off somewhere else to, but she didn’t need to know about that, yet. Arriving home, he set the containers of flowers near the cleaned out beds. Planting brought her great joy and today he wanted her happy.

She was feeling better today. After her near disaster on the stairs yesterday she’d worked really hard to keep to her promise. It had been extremely difficult. Her mind had been in turmoil most of the day and evening. She appreciated the quiet and alone time. Waking up to the loving note that he was off buying flowers really pleased her. She glanced up and looked out the window.

He was back! He was back! She could see him in the yard. Jumping up from her chair, she quickly placed her breakfast dishes in the sink and left them to soak. Grabbing her floppy hat, garden gloves and spade, she dashed out the door.

"Honey!" she called, hurrying to meet him.

"Slow down, Baby," he said laughing, seeing that silly hat flapping in her hand. "You wouldn’t want to get hurt, now would you?"

"Oops. Sorry," she said trying to control her excitement. He was right, but it wouldn’t take away from her fun today.

She gave him a big hug while looking down at what he bought. Oh! He’d gotten all her favorites. Her planting accessories fell to the ground as she dropped to the grass to better assess all the treasures. What a wonderful surprise! Grabbing her hat she plopped it on her head.

That’s when he saw the spade. He groaned. She had been practically running with it in her hand. That scared him something fierce. He would indeed have to go through with his plans today. She needed another serious wake-up call and a little fear would be good for her.

Kneeling down, he raised her chin with his fingers.

"Sweetheart, you were going way to fast with that tool in your hand," he told her with a serious look in his eyes. "I don’t want to ever see that again. Do you hear me, little girl?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied, glancing at the spade. Her face fell. Would she ever learn? "I’m sorry."

"I love you, Doll. It would kill me if anything ever happened to you," he said quietly.

"I love you too, Honey," she responded in kind. "I’ll do better, I promise."

"Yes," he said, sighing. "You will."

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.

"I’m going to be in the garage," he told her. "Do you think you can stay out of trouble while I’m gone, Baby?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Okay, then. I’ll see you later." He got up and walked away. Looking back at her he saw she was not paying any attention to her flowers. Just kind of wringing her hands.

"Sweetheart?" he called to get her attention. "I want you to have fun planting today."

"Oh!" She glanced back at the flowers. "I will," she turned to give him a smile.

Good, he thought. That should keep her busy.

In the garage he worked. Sanding, buffing and drilling. For such a small piece it was surprisingly resilient. After the staining and the finishing touches, he hung it up to dry. Walking into the kitchen for a glass of water he took a drink. Staring out of the window, he could see his Love, dirt up to her elbows. Yes, that had been an excellent idea. Sighing, he headed off to the bedroom. He hated to do it, but needed to have everything ready. It was time for a little furniture moving.

As they headed up to bed that night, she found herself swept up in his arms before they even reached the room. In the semi-darkness he had overwhelmed her with tenderness, whispered love words and gentle touches at odds with the desperation she felt coming from him. Later, while the cool air-dried they’re exhausted bodies, she took stock. Today had been a good day. She worked really hard to keep her promise and she was proud of herself. So what if she got a few bumps and bruises? She doubted he would really follow through if he saw she was trying. Sighing, she relaxed back into his arms.

Her eyes began to droop, but something was off. The shadows in the room were different. She felt him tense. Reaching over she flicked on the light and glanced around the room. The large plant was missing and in its place was a straight-backed chair. The armoire had been moved to the center of the wall. In the corner, where it once stood, something was hanging. She felt his arms trying to draw her back against him, but she pushed away. Getting up to investigate, she crept closer to the object, very afraid of what she would find.

The handle was about a foot long and 2 inches in diameter. The end was as big as his hand from side to side and top to bottom. Bottom… Her bottom began to tingle. Oh, god. It was the largest wooden kitchen spoon she had ever seen. It was stained and shiny and smooth. It had 5 beveled wholes the size of dimes in its center, twirling around in a macabre little circle. Her name was scrolled across its surface in a beautiful script, totally at odds with the intended use of the instrument. It was a paddle. It was a spoon.

It was a spooooonpaaaaddle!

Her body began to shake as she stared at the thing. She heard him move from the bed and turned to confront him.

"How dare you," she said, stunned.

"I dare a great deal where your safely is concerned," he answered in a stern voice.

"This was not necessary," she told him, very afraid of what was behind her.

"I think it was," he said seriously.

"No," she said. "It‘s extreme."

"Baby, I saw you almost fall down the stairs yesterday," he admitted, confronting her.

That made her pause, feeling a bit ashamed he’d witnessed that.

"Oh…," she sighed, looking down at the floor.

"Do you think that was fair to me?" he asked her.

"Nnno, bbbut," she said quietly"

"I ask you again, Sweetheart. Do you trust me?"

"Yyyes…," she told him honestly. "But, this is to extreme."

"I felt extreme measures were called for," he said indicating the wall.

"Oh, it’s not fair!" she cried, stomping one foot.

"Baby, no matter how much I love you, I would not have put up with your recklessness much longer. If you hadn’t changed, I feared for our relationship," he had to get her to understand how serious this was to him.

"What?" Her head jerked up to look at him. She knew he worried, but didn’t think it was that bad.

"What do you suppose happens when a couple can’t work out a problem this big?" he asked. "Would you ever want us to part?"

"No!" she said adamantly, shaking her head.

"I had to get your attention, Baby." He could see she was worried and felt she needed to be. "I think this will help you to remember and we would never use it unless something very serious happened." Slowly he moved closer to her. "Do you think anything will ever happen that would cause us to use it?"

"Nnno, bbbut....." she answered, a little unsure wringing her hands.

"And, if heaven forbid we ever have to use it, we wouldn’t use it long," he promised, moving closer and closer to her.

She crossed her arms around her chest in a protective manner.

"You are frightened," he acknowledged.

"Yesss," she said.

"Baby," he whispered, trying to get her mind off the paddle. "I think you like me taking control of you."

"Ummm." She looked away, blushing.

"You know who is really in control here, Sweetheart?" he asked gently.

Turning back to look at him, she tilted her head a little.

"You are," he admitted.

"You like having your bottom spanked, Baby," he said, looking deep in her eyes. "And I like spanking you."

"You like me taking charge and you’ve given me that control." He moved closer still. "I love this new discovery."

Finally reaching her he gently lifted her up in his arms. "I love that you trust me so, Baby and I would hate for us to part." Holding her close, he carried her back to the bed and sat with her in his lap.

"I’m sorryyyy," she answered, still trembling a little as a hand reached up to wiping her eyes. Would he really have left her, she wondered. That would devastate her.

"Shhh," he cooed, rocking her slowly. "I know you’ve been working really hard, Doll."

"Yess, I have," she said sniffling.

"I am so proud of the way you’ve been trying to slow yourself down," he told her, carefully maneuvering them back into bed.

"I have been slowing down," she said quietly.

"Then you won’t have anything to worry about will you, Baby?" he whispered back, reaching over to click off the light.

"Ummm… I guessss not," she acceded.

Lying on his left side, he positioned her body on her tummy.

"Ummm." She sighed moving easily where he led.

Lifting her up at the waist, he scooted his left thigh under her hips to support her and wrapped his calf around her knees. As she settled back down her bottom was raised up perfectly in her favorite sleepy-time position. He realized now that he should have guessed her bottom needed more attention. She loved it when he sent her to sleep this way. He snuggled up close to her side and gently began to caress her soft nether cheeks with his hand.

"I love this bottom, Baby," he whispered, while squeezing, massaging and patting her.

"Hmmmmm…." she purred, rubbing her feet slowly together.

"That’s my good girl," he said, settling her down. "You go to sleep now, Kitten."

His eyes wandered over to the corner and up to the small shadow looming ominously. He knew first hand the terrible sting it could cause. He’d given himself one very hard whack as a test. A bruise and 5 little blisters on the inside of his right thigh proved it. He would be very interested to know how long it would take for them to heal.

He had already left for work by the time she woke up. It was Friday. She’d had 4 long days of looking at that damn Spoonpaddle hanging in the corner. All week she’d known it was there and it had indeed reminded her to "slow down". She’d done so well and was very proud of herself and so was he, but she just hated for any reason to go up in the bedroom. She had tried to take it down one evening, but he’d walked in and shook is head. He hadn’t spanked her for fun, either. Just a little slap here and there along with gentle caressing and pats while she fell asleep.

With tomorrow being the big day, she had a great many things to get done and the time had passed by quickly. Not a burn, cut, or bruise had appeared on her body. He’d inspected her well, she remembered fondly and had been extremely amorous all week. Today would be no different, she was sure.

She was busy fixing dinner when she heard him at the front door. Coming into the kitchen, he hugged her tight and gave her an earthshaking kiss. As usual, he’d stopped by the gym on the way home. His hair was still wet from the shower he’d taken and he smelled wonderful.

"Hi, yourself," she said, blinking her eyes.

"Have you been a good girl today, Baby?" he asked, tickling her ear and taking little nibbles.

"Yesss," she giggled, spinning around to try and finish their dinner. If he started on her ears now, they’d never get to eat.

"I believe I need to take a closer look here and see, sweethearts," he told her has his hands reached around to undue the buttons of her little top.

He kept up the attack on her ears. If she moved, he just changed course and went after the other one. Nothing got to his Baby faster than an ear assault. Well, unless it was a spanking, he laughed. Just the mention of the word caused her knees to crumble and he’d used it ruthlessly all week long.

"I’ve miss having you over my knee, Baby," he whispered, gliding his left hand down to cup an entire cheek. "I think maybe tomorrow night this bottom of yours needs a very thorough going over." Finally finished with the job of unbuttoning her blouse, his hand reached for her breasts. Little oohs and aahs were escaping her mouth as he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Do you think you would like that, Sweetheart?" he asked chuckling, loving the effect his words had on her. "Do you want to be put over my knee for a bare bottom spanking?"

"Oh, yesss," she said, rolling her head back onto his shoulder.

He kept up the caress to her bottom, while his other hand slid from her breasts to slowly descend down the front of her body. Reaching between her legs, he cupped her over her shorts.

"Can you promise me something, Baby?" he cooed in her ear, working both hands simultaneously. Up and down, back and forth.

"Yes, oh yes," she said, rocking her hips back and forth to meet his touch.

"You don’t know what I was going to say, doll," he laughed, keeping his hands in motion.

"Ummm. Anything," she groaned.

"I want you to promise me that you will be extra careful tomorrow," he told, sliding his right hand up to the top of her lose shorts. "Can you do that for me, Baby?"

"Oh, Umm. Careful. Be careful," she answered gasping and biting her lip.

"Extra careful, tomorrow," he reminded her as he eased his fingers inside her panties.

"Extraaa. Careffful. OH! Tomorrow." His hand was massaging her bottom, pushing it against the fingers slipping and sliding from her vagina to her clitoris.

"You’re very wet, Baby," he said, wiggling his tongue in her ear. "You’ve been wet all week haven’t you? And these sweet nipples had been hard for me, too."

"Ohhhpleassse," she begged, moving with his hands. "Don’t taaalk...."

"Is my talking to much for you, Sweetheart?" he asked, smiling.

"Yesyes." she breathed, head falling forward.

"Gooood," he replied, using his middle finger to swirl around and around her clit.

"So, you wouldn’t want me to mention how this little button right here is all swollen and hard?" he said, chuckling.

"OH! OH!" she panted, bouncing in his hands.

"I bet you taste real good right now, Doll," he whispered, driving her over edge. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"OHGODDD!" she moaned long and hard, knees giving out.

"There you go, Baby." Holding her up, he kept the hand at her bottom moving as he felt her pulse against his gently moving finger.

Sweeping her up, he carefully sat her down in a chair and left her purring.

"I’ll be right back, Kitten," he laughed, sucking his finger as he headed down the hall.

Grabbing his gym bag by the front door, he walked up to the bedroom. He had purposely kept her devastated with pleasure all week for 2 reasons. The first was so that she remembered his loving touch when the time came that he had to punish her. He knew that time was approaching soon. The second reason was so that by the time his pants came off she was to far gone to notice the blisters on the inside of his thigh. It had taken 5 full days for them to heal. He hoped she never had to experience that.

She had worked hard to remember to slow down all week and he was proud of her. But, he was worried too. His biggest concern had always been for tomorrow. With so many people coming and going in and out of the house, he knew she would be excited. She had never been able to get through any party without some mishap. He doubted tomorrow would be any different. Entering the bedroom, he glanced at the spoon hanging on the wall. He fervently hoped that what ever happened, it would not be serious.

The party was in full swing. He had been drinking Ice Tea all day, choosing to stay away from the liquor. He was sitting with friends, keeping her in sight out of the corner of his eye. The flowers she had planted looked beautiful, but not as beautiful as she did in her little spring dress and sandals. He watched her head off to the kitchen, made his excuse and followed her.

"Hi, stranger," she said, as she grabbed another tray of hors d’oeuvres.

"Hey, Baby," he smiled. "Are you having a good time?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "It’s good to see everyone, isn’t it?"

"Very good, sweetheart," he agreed with her, getting out of the way of about 10 people who just entered the room. He sighed, guessing he’d not get that moment alone with her after all.

About 3 people were trying to get her attention and one of them was yelling from outside to hurry up with the tray. Some other people came through the doorway and he heard it slide back closed. He saw her talking to a friend, while she waved at Mr. Impatient outside. "Can you hold on for just a second, she told them. I need to dash this outside."

Not paying a bit of attention to her surroundings, he saw her practically running with the tray towards the large sliding glass door, which he knew she assumed was still opened.

He opened up his mouth to call out a warning, but it was already too late.

He saw it all happen in slow motion. He knew no matter how fast he was he’d never be fast enough to reach her in time. Pushing people out of his way, he leapt towards her. The heavy tray she had been carrying slammed into the door, with a resounding crash.

Glass shattered all around her.

He was already half way to her by the time anyone else realized what had happened. Fortunately, she had pulled the tray up quickly in instinct. It had acted as a shield for her entire upper body. He could see a little blood on her legs and feet, but the bits of food covering her prevented him from seeing how badly she was damaged.

Taking the tray from her hands and handing it off to a friend, he slowly turned her around. Her mouth was gaped open in shock, not comprehending what had happened yet. Accepting some towels from an outstretched hand, he held on to her arm as he kneeled down to clean her up. He heard someone yell about going to the lumberyard and others quickly gathered around picking up glass. He managed to get her part way clean before she began to shake. He carefully lifted her up in his arms.

"OK, Baby. I’ve got you," he said calmly and took them both up to their room.

She hadn’t said anything. She just looked kind of sad, as if she knew what was going to happen after the guest left. She was covering well, though. No one suspected anything was off, and if anyone questioned her behavior, they took it as shock to due to her accident. After we got her all cleaned up, the damage to her body was minimal. At least for now, he thought. Watching her across the lawn, he saw she was nervous. The floor had been all cleared up by the time they’d gotten back downstairs. The lumber had arrived as well, and friends had quickly gathered together to cover the door. Now, it was just time for good-byes.

Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her hard against him. He’d never been so scared in his life. She was extremely lucky she hadn’t been killed. He could feel her trembling and tightened his hold on her as they waved to the last couple.

"Go up to the bedroom, doll," he said, kissing her neck. "I’ll be there soon."

"Yesss, Sssir," she mumbled, and left him alone.

He watched her leave, knowing things were about to change severely in their relationship. Rubbing the back of his neck, he slowly checked the yard, locked up the house and made his way upstairs.

When he entered their room, he saw her sitting on the far side of the bed facing away from him. He dragged his hand over his face, took a deep breath and approached her.

He started to say something, but stopped himself and stood still to watch her.

Bluebell, bluebell, she kept saying her safe word over and over in her mind. Of course, the ever popular, "how could she have been sooo stupid" was there as well. He had every right to be upset with her. She could have been badly hurt and was almost ill thinking what could have been. She was being bombarded by so many conflicting emotions. Along with the fear, disappointment, embarrassment, vulnerability and a myriad of other unrecognizable feeling cursing through her body, there was also excitement, arousal, and an overwhelming need to submit. Her eyes glance once again at the Spoonpaddle hanging on the wall. She also wanted to run as fast as her little feet could carry her.

He saw her glance up at the spoon hanging on the wall and got a good look at her face. He had been surprised at what her body language had been telling him, but the emotions easily read on her face confirmed his suspicions. He had been so concerned about causing her pain during the punishment; he’d totally forgotten how they had arrived at this in the first place. All those discipline stories that had aroused her so, were about to become a reality for them. Oh yes, she would be sorry by the time he was done, but everything was going to be just fine. The huge bolder of dread disappeared from deep within his chest and he smiled.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye, jerked her head around and watched him looking at her. She thought she saw a smile, but must have been mistaken. He had a look of determination on his face that sent shivers down her spine.

"Honey…," she began, wringing her hands.

He held up his hand to silence her. Walking over to the chair, he motioned her over.

"Come sit in my lap, Sweetheart."

Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked to him and carefully sat down. He reached out to cup the side of her face, turning her to look at him and wrapped his other arm around her waist. She had a light flush about her and the pupils of her eyes were dilated. He was charmed.

Clearing his throat he looked her deeply in the eyes. "You know I love you, don’t you, Baby?" His voice is low and husky. He felt her tremble.

"Yes," she whispered, trying to look away, totally confused by her feelings.

Keeping her face turned toward him, he asked, "What did we agree would happen if you were hurt, due to reckless behavior?"

"That you would ssspank me…. hard," she said, swallowing the lump I her throat.

"That’s right, baby," he nodded. "Do you think what happened today was reckless?"

"Yesss, Sir," she told him quietly as she wiggled a little in his lap no longer able to contain her lower bodies need to move. Her eyes became heavy and she blinked, trying to concentrate.

"Keep looking at me," he ordered her, gliding the hand cupping her face down her neck slowly, continuing until it reached the buttons of her blouse. "I’m going to leave you with a memory tonight that won’t easily fade, Sweetheart," he whispered to her while the hand around her crept up under her top and unclasped her bra. He slid both garments gently down her arms.

She gasped at his declaration and moaned at his actions. He was in such control of himself, it sent skittering feelings all throughout her body.

"You have to lean to slow down, baby," he said, showing her by moving his hand unhurriedly towards her breasts. "I think that bottom of yours needs a painful reminder of just what will happen if you don’t behave yourself." He murmured, pinching her nipple sharply.

"Ohh!" she exclaimed, with a little wiggle.

He moved slowly back and forth, giving rough treatment to each hard nipple, watching her getting more and more aroused. "Does this hurt, Doll? Do you like it?"

"Ohh, yes, yes," she said sluggishly, biting her lip trying to slow her rocking motions down.

"It’s time to give that bottom of yours some serious attention, baby," he told her, removing his hand and giving her a gentle kiss. "Stand up and go get me the hairbrush, please," he instructed.

She was startled back to reality, almost forgetting why they were here. Opening her mouth, she began to plead with him, but the stern look on his face made her relent.

"Yes, Sir." On shaking legs she stood and walked over to the dresser.

He quickly lowered his hand to the front of his jeans and adjusted his raging erection. He barely managed to get the job done, before she had turned around. Walking hesitantly back, she hands it out to him.

"Thank you, baby," he said, taking it from her hand. "Turn around for me, please."

Taking a deep shuddering breath, she turned.

Grasping not only the tops of her shorts, but her panties as well, he lowered them both until her bare feet could step out of them.

"Open your legs and bend far over, sweetheart," he ordered her.

"Ohhh," she stammered, timidly separating her feet and bending at the waist until her bottom stood out facing him.

Taking a good look at her peachy bottom, he leaned over and gave each cheek a sweet kiss. He sighed knowing it would be quite a few days before they returned to this color again. He kept her that way for a little while longer knowing how much it was embarrassing her. He stared at his Baby’s beautifully wet, swollen sex entranced, and had to force himself not to reach out and touch. Not to push his face to her and lick.

Tilting her up and turning her around, he looked at his Love standing nude and vulnerable before him. He pulled her gently to his side and adjusted his position in the chair. Once he felt he was ready, he reached for her again.

She pulled away, frightened at the thought of giving up total control.

Glancing up, he searched her eyes. "You already agreed to this, Baby. Tonight was the last straw for me," he said very seriously. "No matter how much I love you, I wouldn’t have put up with this any longer."

"Ohm god," she whimpered. Taking a deep breath, she allowed him to pull her forward.

Placing one hand on her tummy and the other on her back, he lowered her to lie across his thighs. A low moan escaped as the air rushed out of her lungs. Her toes left the floor as she reached to grasp his leg. Bringing his left hand out from under her, he settled it on her back.

"You are in serious trouble, Little Girl." His voice was so commanding, making her head spin.

"Umm." She quivered as his big hand moved to her upper thighs, massaging deeply.

He continued this for a few minutes, and then moved on. "It’s a miracle you weren’t seriously hurt, let alone killed."

"Ahh." His hand moved to her bottom and rubbed hard. She couldn’t help but move back against him.

"We will have to install French doors now. There is no way I’m going to let this happen again and that way there won’t be one solid piece of glass for you to go crashing through. It is going to be very expensive to do that." He continued his speech while digging his fingers deep into each cheek, pulling them apart occasionally to her total embarrassment.

"Ooh." She felt a gush of wetness escape her vagina.

Lifting his hand, he examined his progress. Her bottom had a warm glow due to the heavy rubbing. That was all the warm-up she’d be getting tonight. Bringing his right leg out from under her, he wrapped it securely around her knees, and adjusted her hips directly over his left thigh. His left arm wrapped tightly around her waist. He could plainly see how ready her sex was for him, but now wasn’t the time for play. It was the time for the little secret speech he’d been rehearsing all week long.

"Listen to me carefully, Baby," he began, resting his hand on her bottom. "If at anytime you feel you just can’t continue then you are to call out your safe word."

Her body sagged in giddy relief.

"But..." he continued. "If you choose to use it, then we will begin this all over again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that and so on, until I feel it is all completed to MY satisfaction. If we have to do this all week long then that’s what we’ll do. You WILL be punished and NO LOVEMAKING until it is done." He felt her body tense. Yes, she would be thinking twice before she made any move whatsoever in the near future.

"Oh my god," she sobbed, feeling little butterflies dancing in her stomach.

"Do you understand all that I have said, sweetheart?" he asked, patting her right cheek.

"Yess, Sir," she whimpered.

"Relax your bottom, Baby. Tensing will only make this much worse," he ordered. "Relax your muscles, now!"

Breathing heavily, she clenched and unclenched her cheeks, trying to think how to get out of this.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Oh!" Dang, that stung!

"You scared me to death tonight!" he lectured her, concentrating on the center of each cheek and alternating about every 2 seconds. He could see his handprints clearly on her bottom.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Um!" That’s enough, that’s enough.

"How dare you put yourself in danger by running around so fast!" He lowered his hand down to where her cheeks met her thighs. Her bottom was bouncing and dancing to his tune.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"AH! Stop!" She jiggled her bottom trying to get away from the sting.

"Oh, I won’t be stopping for quite a while, Missy!" he told her, going for her upper thighs now. "You deserve much more than this!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"That hurts!" she cried woefully.

"It’s suppose to hurt! You put our relationship in jeopardy!" His hand was really stinging, so he went for the all over finale.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"I’m sorry!" she blubbered, feeling terribly guilty.

He stopped, but not because she begged. Damn! He shook out his hand, blowing on it to try and cool it down. He looked at her bottom. It was hot pink all over. He rested his hand over her cheeks and felt a warm heat coming from them. Yes indeed, she was not going to forget this night’s lesson for a long time.

He glanced down at her. Her hair was hanging in her face, practically in tangles. The strong grip on his calf had let up some and she was slumped over his leg breathing heavily. She was crying a little, but not enough he felt to make an impression on her psyche. He’d fix that right now and reached beside him for the brush.

SMACK!

He gave her no warning and her body bowed up, totally unprepared. He felt the brush spoke more eloquently than he could and wanted to listen closely to her breathing and sounds.

"NO!" She reached back to try and protect herself. He just grabbed her wrist with his left hand, tucked it to her side and continued without missing a beat.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He concentrated on her middle cheeks again and again, putting a great deal of force into his swings. She had a hold of his leg like a lifeline. He knew the brush was stinging her terribly.

"STOP!" Her bottom felt on fire. The inner walls of her vagina were convulsing, confusing her more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Moving the brush down her body he attacked her sweet stop. She was trying to kick her legs but he had a hold of them tight and continued to pepper her swiftly.

"I’m sorrry, I’m sorrry." She was crying in earnest, barely able to get the words out. Much to her dismay, she felt her clitoris throbbing over and over.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It was time for the back of her thighs. She was slumped over his knee, not fighting either of them anymore. She had finally reached the point he had been working for.

She could no longer speak. Relinquishing control she ground her hips up and down on his thigh, accepting the pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He dropped the brush.

Her bottom was candy apple red and hot to the touch. A few blotches of plum began to appear. Oh, yes. This was going to be one sore fanny and one sorry little girl for days to come. He would be doing this a lot in the future. His ego, was once again, swollen bigger than his cock. Taking control of her was definitely good for both of them.

Letting her cry it out, he gently stroked her back. "You will slow down, Baby." He told her, eyes riveted to her inner lips, swollen and pouting for attention. He gripped his right hand in a fist, curbing the instinct to caress her.

When she began to quiet a bit, he carefully lifted her upon his lap for cuddles and hugs.

"I’m sorrry," she sniffled, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest.

"I know, Baby," he said, kissing and rocking her.

Standing up, he carried her to the bed and sat on the edge. Reaching back, he piled 3 pillows in the center and gently placed her, tummy down, over them. Her sweet face rubbed into the covers, cooing and sniffling. Her hips were rolling up and down on the pillows trying to find some relief.

She was as relaxed and unaware as she was going to get, he supposed. Walking over to the corner, he took the Spoon off the wall. Her bottom was up high and the perfect target. He planned on giving her two strikes, one to the middle of each cheek. A hard spanking was one thing, but this he truly hated to do. The idea of losing her to some avoidable accident he hated more. Returning to the side of the bed he tested his grip and raised his arm high.

CRACK!

"AAAAGH!" she jerked and screamed. "NOOO!" She moved trying to get away.

He reached down and flattened his hand on her lower back, keeping her still.

"You crashed through a plate glass door, you Silly Woman! You were not paying attention, moving way to fast, and I mean to see it never happens again!" he roared.

She was wailing hysterically, feeling little puckers of fire immediately form on her left cheek. Clutching the covers, she buried her face deep into the bed.

He was determined and postponing was not helping matters at all. Raising his arm high once again, he swung.

CRACK!

"AAAAGH!" Her shriek was muffled. She continued to howl inconsolably, jerking away from his touch.

He threw the Spoon across the room, hoping he never had to use it again.

"That’s all, Baby," he soothed over and over, trying to comfort her. She kept jerking away from him and it broke his heart. Before his eyes, 5 little blisters were already forming on each of her bruised, red cheeks.

He tore his clothes off, tossed them on the floor, and climbed up behind her. He grimaced in pain at hearing her heartfelt sobbing. Her whole body was trembling. His hands slid up to her hips and she once again tried to pull away.

"NO!" she howled. "Go AWAY!"

"No, baby. I won’t leave you like this," he cooed, stroking her hips.

He slipped his hands to her thighs and coaxed them apart with loving touches and gentle words. "Come on, Sweetheart. It’s all over." He placed a finger feather light against her inner lips. She hiccupped. "I love you so much, Baby." He said tickling and teasing her, patiently running his finger around and around, up and down her swollen vulva. Up to her clitoris he rubbed in little circles. She moaned.

"That’s my girl, come on, baby," he coaxed some more, sliding his finger deep into her vagina. She moaned again and pushed back against him. "There we go, Doll. That feels so gooood to you."

Removing his finger, he glided his cock deep inside her, being extremely careful of her sore bottom.

"Oooh…," she gasped, rolling her hips back against him.

"You’re such a good girl, baby." He praised, stroking her slow and deep. She was throbbing around him, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hand on. "I’m so very proud of you tonight, kitten."

"AAAH...." She pushed back onto him hard, needing a firmer, faster thrust, not caring what was right or wrong anymore.

He let her have her way and bit his lip as she rocked her body back and forth, hanging onto her hips. Her vagina clutched him tight and he made quick little jerks just barely inside of her that caused her head to reel.

"OOH! OOH!" she cried, convulsing over and over, shivering.

"Hell Yes!" he said feeling her cum. Grabbing her tight, he finally let the fire he’d been holding in explode out of his cock. Trying to control his balance, he steadied his trembling thighs, keeping his stomach off her blistered bottom.

Carefully he pulled out of her, slipped the pillows out from under her and tenderly turned her face toward him.

"Ow." She moaned a little, blinking at him.

He reached over to the bedside table, and picked up her lotion pouring some out into his palm. Being as gentle as he could, he rubbed it into her flaming cheeks. She gasped and shuddered at the pain.

"Why is your bottom sore, Baby?" he asked her, continuing to rub.

"Bbbbecause you spanked me, hard and used the Spoonpaddle." She blushed having to answer the question.

"That’s right, Sweetheart," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Why did I punish you, though?"

"Bbbecause I was going tooo fffast and not payyying attention," she stammered, totally submissive. "And I broke the doooor and hurt myselfff."

"That’s absolutely right. I expect you to misbehave from time to time and I will spank you for it, but I demand that nothing this bad is to ever happen again, you understand me?" He said to her in a very serious tone. "You will obey me from now on, Little Girl."

"Yes, Sir," she timidly answered, wanting desperately to hide under the covers.

"The Spoon goes back up on the wall tomorrow and you will hang it yourself. It will be a daily reminder long after the blisters have healed for you to slow down," he ordered her. "For the next week, every evening you will remove your clothes and stand in that corner for an hour. You will keep your eyes on the Spoon and I will keep my eyes your blistered bottom from this comfortable bed."

"Yes, Sssir," she said pitifully.

Leaning over, he gently kissed her. "Go to sleep now, baby," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey," she replied, yawning.

He reached back and clicked off the light. Thinking back on all that had been revealed this week and the loving bond that had developed, he felt his throat close up with emotion. Her trust amazed and humbled him. She’d graciously handed over the keys to their kingdom and he would be very careful on how he used them. Tucking his body close to her side, he tenderly patted her back as he fell asleep.

The End

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