Page 3 of Rory: His to Discipline

“Why not?” she asked, her voice sounding much stronger than she actually felt.

“It’s less you’ll have to fix,” he replied as he wrapped his large hand around her arm and gently pulled her toward the bed.

Tess had a feeling she knew where this was going and tried to dig her heeled pumps into the carpet, but she was no match for Rory’s determination. With embarrassing ease, he led her to the bed where he sat down. With Rory sitting they were almost eye to eye and his look pinned her in place and stopped her struggles.

“Why?” he asked. “Why would you defy me?”

“I did not cut my hair to defy you,” she insisted. “I cut it because I wanted to.”

“Bullshit! You’ve never once mentioned cutting your hair until my sister put the idea in your head and I’m pretty sure you did it to spite me because I told you no.”

“That is not true,” she insisted even though she knew he was probably right. She’d loved her long hair, had been proud of it and always considered it her best feature. The new cut was very nice, easy to care for and much lighter in feel. Until this very moment she’d been perfectly happy with it. Tess’s lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with tears. Was he right?

Rory pulled her between his knees and held her close for a few moments. The soft woman against him almost made him forget why he’d come upstairs. Keeping her in front of him, he gently brushed her lips with his, enjoying the sound as she caught her breath.

“Don’t disobey me again. There’s always a reason for what I ask you to do or tell you not to do,” he told her softly his lips almost touching hers.

“I understand,” she told him, shaking but relieved to be back on good terms. Thank God, he had decided to forgive her.

In the next instant Rory pulled her over his knee, her upper body comfortably on the bed. Pulling her gray satin dress up to her waist, he was delighted to find a stiff pink crinoline over a slim pink slip which he removed completely. Tess struggled as he pulled down her pink lace panties exposing her shapely rear end.

“Rory, please, what are you doing?” she gasped as her legs began to kick.

“I would think that would be obvious. I believe I said you would not like the consequences. How am I doing so far?” he asked grinning.

“Um—so far you were right. I do not like this at all. Please let me up and I promise I will not defy you again,” she pleaded breathlessly.

“No.” Rory began to spank her, his large hand covering almost her entire bottom. Crisp slaps echoed in the room and Tess was more concerned with the noise than the pain. That changed quickly as heat began to build on her red backside.

The crying and pleading came next as Rory continued to spank her poor bottom with increasing strength. Just before the howling started, he snatched a pillow off the bed and offered it to her. Grabbing it out of his hand, Tess stuffed her face into it as tears stained the fabric. Her pumps became missiles that Rory dodged as she kicked her feet in helpless agony.

Rory didn’t stop until her entire bottom including the undersides of her cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch. Not wanting to shame her in the short dress, he left her thighs pristine, this time. At that point he helped Tess up and settled her on his lap, holding her close and mopping her tears with a handful of tissues he snagged from the nightstand.

“No more defiance from you, young lady,” he informed her sternly even as he gently kissed her head and smoothed her hair out of her face.

Tess nodded weakly and cuddled closer to his body until Rory set her on her feet and dried the remaining tears.

Holding her pink panties he steadied her as she stepped into them, her hiss of pain letting him know he’d done a good job of spanking her disobedient little butt. As Tess reached for her slip Rory snatched it up and slipped the tiny scrap into his pocket.

“I think we’ll leave just the crinoline for now. Maybe it will remind you of what happens when you ignore my wishes,” he told her as he pulled her back into his arms. Tipping her chin up, Rory settled his lips on her soft mouth. For a moment Tess froze, trying to reconcile the intense longing she had for his kiss with the anger she felt inside from the spanking. Unable to separate the two, she sank into his embrace as he gathered her still closer. Heat coursed through her body that had nothing to do with the pain of her bottom. Light-headed, she struggled to keep her legs straight for fear they would no longer support her.

Rory’s lips were stealing her breath and she pulled her head away to gasp in air. Hot kisses trailed along her chin and down her neck, lightly nipping at the place where her pulse beat madly. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have sunk to the floor. All thought of weddings, haircuts and spankings flew from her head and all she could think about was how to keep this feeling from ever ending. A hard hand began to rub the back of her thigh, fingers sliding ever closer to the wet core of her and she did nothing to stop them until that firm hand grasped her freshly spanked cheek. The sudden pain straightened her spine as she struggled to get out of his arms, her breathing ragged.

“Time to get a move on, babe,” Rory informed her getting to his feet. Turning her in the direction of the vanity, he adjusted himself as inconspicuously as he could. She might be uncomfortable for a few hours, but he was pretty sure he could match it. Hard and aching all day would not be a good thing and he wanted nothing more than to bend Tess over the bed and slide firmly into her from behind, making contact with the heat he’d raised on her beautiful bottom with every stroke.

Tess stood in front of the vanity on wobbly legs as she tried to fix her make-up. Good thing Rory had stopped her from putting on her mascara or she would really be a mess, although it galled her to feel grateful to him for anything right at this moment.

“Rory,” Tess called as he put his hand on the doorknob. “Do you hate my hair so much?”

Rory turned and met her eyes in the mirror. “No, it’s lovely,” he told her his voice dark with need.

“Then why did you spank me? Why were you so against it in the first place?”

Rory debated how much of the truth he wanted to share. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her. Maybe a little honesty would satisfy her, but in reality, it didn’t matter anyway. He would have her, all of her and that was that.

“I spanked you because you disobeyed me,” he told her quietly with steel in his voice. “And I didn’t want you to cut it because at some point I planned on using your hair to bind you to me. Now I’ll have to find something else. It won’t be as soft or as comfortable, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”

Tess gasped, the mascara falling from nerveless fingers as she stared into his determined eyes. She had no doubt Rory meant to do exactly that and she shivered as he closed the door. Whether from longing or nerves, she did not know.