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He wants to make sure I remember it, and that means he intends to make it last. I felt my cheeks burn anew at the idea; my dominant suitor would keep my bare bottom there, upturned and perfectly positioned for the well-deserved correction of his hand, as long as he chose.
My cries got progressively louder, though; the spanks were sharp and they stung like crazy. Cal delivered them quickly enough, too, that the agony of the next slap began before the pain of the last one had faded away. They rang off the living room walls, echoing like gunshots and cutting even through the sobbing wails I began to let out with each new swat.
“Shh, darlin’,” he growled, though he kept spanking me, as if the easiest way to get me to quiet down wasn’t simply to stop punishing me. “You’re getting used to it. Take it now. Learn your lesson.”
My brain, despite all the discomfort, somehow connected Cal’s words with another reason he might say Take it now. I even felt a little additional blush as I realized for the first time that the rhythm of a spanking had a certain resemblance to the cadence of his hand between my thighs—or of his hardness inside me, when the time came.
When the time comes? I felt my eyes go wide at the sheer confusion inside me, of painful and aroused sensations, of fear and need, of helpless, crazy-seeming affection for Cal because he had taken the trouble to correct my faults in this intimate way. Something in me tried to remind the rest of me about some sort of promise I had made myself—something about demanding to go home, after my naked paddling. That idea wouldn’t come into focus; it seemed even crazier than falling in love with the gorgeous man who understood me enough to give me the kind of training I needed so badly.
That thought brought a new kind of motivation, within my body, something that felt like a purely physiological response. My cries subsided to low, moaning sobs. I stopped struggling. I even tried to arch my back and push out my bottom, hoping to show Cal that I accepted that I had behaved badly and needed a spanking for it.
He stopped. He let go of my wrists and started to rub my back. The moan that came from my chest seemed to have my entire soul in it. Then his other hand, the strong right hand that had spanked me so sternly, began to rub my bottom softly in a circle. My whole body shuddered, and my hips bucked so violently I thought for a tiny moment I might actually move the leg that restrained my own lower body so securely.
Not a chance of it. Cal shifted a little bit, so that I wondered, with a flash of heat in my cheeks, whether my movement had made me rub against his penis through his jeans. The hand on my back stopped rubbing for a moment, and exerted downward pressure, as if to make certain I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere until Cal decided the time had come to let me rise.
“Shh,” he murmured. “That’s it. Good girl.”
I greeted the gentle words and their condescending tone with a sob. I felt my bottom squirm as if of its own accord, trying to press all of me, down there, into my dominant suitor’s hand.
“I’m going to ask you to do something difficult now, Grace,” he said, continuing to fondle my backside so softly that I could hardly think with the rapidly growing need between my thighs.
“What?” I asked, choking the words out.
Cal didn’t answer. His left hand pressed a little harder. The middle fingers of his right hand worked their way downward and inward.
I understood, and the heat in my face grew.
“What, sir?” I asked, feeling my forehead crease as I complied with his unspoken command, not at all sure how to think about just how well I seemed to understand his training methods, and to comply with them.
It got a good deal more difficult at that point, too, because even as Cal told me what he wanted from me I knew: I anticipated his words before they had emerged in his deep, rumbling voice.
“You’re going to ask for your paddling, now,” he told me, his tone matter-of-fact and simply authoritative, despite his having said a few moments before that he would ask me to do something difficult, rather than telling me I would do it.
My face crumpled. “I can’t,” I wailed. “Sir… please… I… I just… can’t.”
The words had come out without thought, from what seemed to me utterly physiological instinct—as if my nervous system, the part of my body that felt pain and pleasure, which Cal Perkins had such obvious skill in controlling… educating… training… as if it had decided to deny me the capacity to produce the words my suitor, my trainer, my… my man had instructed me to say.
My man. My dominant, masterful, gorgeous, affectionate-but-firm man. My future husband?
How could I possibly have just thought that? Another sob burst from my chest, one that felt like some sort of final, gasping expression of the idea I had of myself until…
Until you decided to steal those earrings. Until… all of it. Until Grasskiln. The judge, the bus, Frannie getting spanked at the gas station, Jake whipping me with his family strap and then making me come for the first time, Jake and Shelly fucking in front of me, the training panties.
Cal. Until Cal.
He had become so patient once again. He held me down with his left hand and he caressed me with his right, and it felt like his fingers had a sort of wisdom and knowledge I needed… a simple but essential capacity to take a handful like Grace Franklin in hand.
In his firm hand.
The fingers between my thighs stroked lightly along my bare private lips. My pussy clenched hard and my hips jerked. With every breath through my nose a tiny whine told my man how strong, how irresistible an effect he had on me. When I felt his fingertips dip inside me and then spread the slippery need up and down, I knew I had lied, a moment before.
Not only could I ask… beg… plead for my well-deserved, much-needed paddling, I couldn’t keep myself from it. I needed to learn my lesson. I needed to follow where Cal led, even when he had decreed a correction so terrifying that my body shook as I spoke in a tiny voice that matched how small, and yet how cherished, my suitor made me feel.
“Please paddle me, sir,” I whispered. I figured that probably met Cal’s requirements, but I found that I couldn’t leave it at that. The way it felt to be over his knee, held down, punished and then caressed, demanded more. “Please paddle me naked over the side of your bed.”
Jake had said that, hadn’t he? That Shelly got punished that way, in the bedroom. My face went blazing hot as I realized that I had kind of, from a certain perspective, just proposed to Cal—at least in my own mind.
When Cal replied, the growl in his voice made my heart jump.
