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"Go to the bed. Bend over and wait for me."
Stunned, she obeyed. It always surprised her how in tune he was to her thoughts and needs, what she would be okay with, and what she wasn't. She wondered if she would ever find that again or if her quest for a forever Dom was over before it began.
Waiting for a spanking was always the worst part and waiting for this one was particularly excruciating. She knew he would try to break her; he had to get her to talk; and she knew he would be successful; he was just that good.
She stayed in position bent over the bed, face buried in the bedcovers, while he seemed to mill around the room. She wondered idly what he was doing, if he was gathering supplies like more implements or just torturing her by taking his sweet time. Maybe a little of both.
Finally, she heard him approach and felt his nearness as he stood behind her. The first lash of the belt caught her by surprise, burning a welt into the skin between her ass and thighs. With a shriek, she raised up on her toes. His hand on her shoulders pushed her down until her feet were once again flat on the hardwood floor.
"Stay in position," he scolded.
She had no time to respond before the belt hit her again.
This time he spoke. "If you're not ready to talk about why you smacked me, that's fine, we can talk about why you disobeyed an order from your Dom."
"You're not my Dom!" she argued, but when the belt cracked across her bottom with its searingly painful kiss, she welcomed it.
"Last weekend I was. You were under contract with me when I ordered you to let me know if you needed anything or experienced any sort of drop. You promised me, and you broke that promise. Why?"
It was hard to answer with the belt whipping relentlessly against her bottom. He smacked again and again, with no breaks in between. It burned and she could feel welts rising on the healing skin.
"I'm sorry!" she gasped.
"I'm not interested in your apology. I want to know why." His assault moved lower, striping the bottom of her ass and the tops of her thighs.
"I… I don't know why. I don't have a reason." She didn't. Not a coherent one. Just a bunch of rambling nonsense she didn't even think she could put into words.
Her non-answer didn't faze him. He began to guess, whipping the belt repeatedly across her thighs as he did so. "Did you not enjoy yourself? The time we had together? Did you not get what you needed out of it?"
"Yes!” she cried, gnashing her teeth together as the belt hit a particularly sensitive spot. "I did. I enjoyed it; I promise." She had. Too much.
"Okay." Confusion muddled his tone, but he continued to question. "Did you think that I was too harsh? That I would not be able to take care of you the way you needed to be taken care of?"
That one was complicated. The way he had taken care of her the past few days had surprised her, but it had been exactly what she needed. "I don't know. Maybe."
He stopped spanking, and she gulped in air. "Maybe? It's a yes or no question. Is it yes or no?"
The expectation of a black and white answer for a situation that was clearly gray frustrated her and she screamed into the comforter. "I don't know, okay? I didn't really think about it. I figured we were a weekend contract, both getting what we needed, and then it was over. I didn't think I would drop that badly because I never have, and when Derek started taking care of me and having other people take care of me, I just let him. It seemed easier than coming to you, and interrupting your real day to day life, especially since I was already ditching you with all the library stuff."
"I see." The belt dangled in his hand and occasionally the tip of it swung in the air, brushing against her bottom. "I told you to come to me."
"I know! But I didn't think you meant it!"
"What?"
The genuine confusion in his voice knotted up her stomach as she scrambled to explain. "It was a weekend thing! No strings attached. A temporary agreement between two people looking to get their needs met. There aren't supposed to be loose ends and messy feelings. I figured you were just saying it because that's what you’re supposed to say!"
"I see," he repeated again. "Well, little girl. You’re about to learn that I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. And what I am saying right now, is that you are going to have a hard time sitting down today."
"Yes, Sir!" she managed to squeak as the belt lit a new line of fire across the center of her ass. Again and again it lashed against her throbbing skin, as he let his displeasure be felt. She was weeping by the time he finally spoke again.
"When I say something like that, I mean it. I hate that you were coping on your own, without me, not allowing me to clean up the mess I had made. Not allowing me to take care of the drop I had caused when our weekend came to an end, like a responsible Dom should do. Do you not think I'm a responsible Dom?"
"I don't know," she said with a sigh. The second part of the conversation they needed to have was heavy on her mind and the feelings were weaving together, confusing her responses. "I think you did a great job taking care of me, and I shouldn't have broken my promise to come to you," she finally answered.
"That's a start." He dropped the belt on the bed beside her. "But there is something else, isn't there? Is it time for us to talk about why you smacked me?"
"Yeah, I guess," she sighed.
