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“John, please? My butt already hurts, and you don’t need to wash my mouth out. I won’t do it again.”
“No, Mandy. You need to learn when I tell you something, I mean it. In the same way, I expect to be able to depend on you to mind me, you will see you can depend on me, too. Now, go on.”
She started to say something but stopped when she realized he had no intention of backing down, and the sooner she simply accepted he was going to do exactly what he said, the sooner it would be over.
He watched her go and took a deep breath. Keeping control over his emotions was proving to be far more difficult than he had imagined. He shook his head. Without his special forces and US Marshal training, he wasn’t sure if he’d have been able to pull it off. When he and Mandy had entered the house, he had been furious with her, but the minute she had capitulated, all he’d wanted to do was get both of them naked, so he could have at her. Nothing had ever felt more right than when she surrendered to his authority.
Standing, he took a moment to compose himself, then resolutely walked into what he now thought of as their room. Her townhouse was nice, but his place was bigger and offered more privacy. Tomorrow, he would broach the idea that instead of him taking some of his things to her place, she just moved all of hers here—to their home. There was a large sunny room off the kitchen he had set up as his office. It was large enough for two, and he planned to suggest they share it.
Walking through the bedroom door, he smiled at the sight that greeted him. He was fairly sure nothing had ever stirred him in the same way seeing Mandy standing naked in the corner, with her fanny a deep red color. If she behaved herself when he soaped her mouth and didn’t fight him about the rest of the spanking she had coming, he’d go easy on her. If she gave him any resistance at all, he meant to spank his way right through her stubborn pride.
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She winced when her rump made contact with the fly of his jeans and his hard cock. He smiled and moaned when instead of trying to duck away from him, she nestled her ass back into him. Clearly, Mandy was every bit as aroused as he was.
“I’m proud of you for deciding to behave yourself and do as you were told. Let’s go get your mouth washed out, then I’ll put you back over my knee.”
She started to cry softly, and it was all he could do not to fold her into his arms and tell her it was over, but he knew she needed him to be strong. She needed to count on him to follow through, hold her accountable, and cherish the gift of her submission to his dominance. He turned her around and wiped her tears with his thumbs.
“It’ll be all right, baby. But I warned you about swearing, didn’t I?”
She just nodded.
“All right then. Can you be a good girl and take the rest of your punishment without misbehaving?”
“Yes, John.”
“Good girl.”
He led her into the large master bath and turned on the warm water. John had figured at some point, he’d have to wash her mouth out a time or two, so had bought mild goat’s milk soap. The artisan who he’d purchased it from had given him a knowing smile and a wink as she’d said it didn’t taste particularly appealing but wouldn’t do any damage.
John soaped his hand up. “Open your mouth, Mandy.”
“Please, John, no!”
“Do I need to wash my hand off and put you facedown again?”
“No,” she sighed and opened her mouth.
“Good girl,” he said soothingly as he proceeded to thoroughly coat her tongue, teeth, and insides of her cheeks.
Mandy sputtered and spit as he removed his hand. He handed her a small cup of water.
“You can rinse your mouth once, but that’s all.”
She did so, obviously not satisfied with the amount of soap still in her mouth. John took her by the hand and headed back toward the big bed, and she dragged her feet as they neared.
“That’s enough, Mandy. You’re going back over my knee for the rest of your spanking. You fight, and it will be a lot worse than I’m planning at the moment. You’ve been such a good girl since you decided to behave. Don’t ruin it now.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly with a resigned tone of voice.
He led her to their bed, sat down, and pulled her over his knee. John figured it would be easier for her if he trapped her in place as he had the previous two times, she’d found herself face down for some old fashion discipline. She offered him no resistance as he put her in place.
Once she had settled herself, he spanked her, not using anywhere near the strength he had used out in the living room, but she began to cry almost immediately. No doubt, her bottom was already sore. He really was proud of the way she was accepting his discipline. He covered her red globes again, then delivered several sharp swats to the backs of her upper thighs and two each to her sit spots, making her yowl in response to the strikes against that sensitive area, then one more to each of her butt cheeks and a last one dead center before he stopped.
Mandy was sobbing, partly from the pain, and partly, he was sure, from relief it was over. Releasing his legs, he helped her to stand, then brought his legs together and pulled her onto his lap, trying to allow her bottom as little contact with his muscular thighs as he could. He wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to snuggle in his embrace as she cried, rocking her gently. Finally, her crying subsided.
“John?” said softly.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
