Page 39 of Rory: His to Discipline

Rory pulled into the drive behind her, squealing his tires. Jumping out of her vehicle, Tess ran to the back.

“You almost hit the ass of my new car, Rory,” she scolded, hands on her hips.

“I thought you didn’t want the car, babe,” he answered with a smirk.

“I did not want it, but a certain bossy Irishman got his way again. I am not sure I can even pay for this, Rory, and I would like to keep it in perfect condition in case I have to give it back.”

“You will not be paying for it, I will, so don’t worry about it. I thought we settled this at the dealership?” he asked frowning.

“No, we did not. You signed those papers without even listening to my opinion. I thought we agreed that you were to be in charge in the bedroom and we would make other decisions together.”

“That’s true,” he informed her, his nose just about touching hers as he fixed her with his stare. “Unless it involves your safety and security, which this does; I don’t intend to have you waiting at some bus stop in bad weather for a ride. Furthermore .…”

“Oh, I see. Millions of women all over the country are taking their lives in their hands by using the bus system. Perhaps you should run for public office and ban all women from busses?” she finished sarcastically, hitting the button to lock her car and stomping towards the back door.

Rory reached around her and unlocked the door, gently pushing her inside the house.

After helping her off with her coat, he watched her continue to stomp around the kitchen.

“Do we need to take this discussion into the bedroom, Tess?” he asked, beginning to get a little flustered with her attitude.

“Why?” Tess asked, suspiciously.

“Apparently, that is the only place you will listen to me. Did something happen at my mother’s? You weren’t acting like this earlier.”

“No, nothing happened at your Madre’s. I think I may have been in shock for most of the day. Everything you did today was without my consent.”

“Everything, babe?” Rory shot back with an evil grin.

“Well, no, not everything,” Tess conceded blushing, “but most things. Rory, you quit my job for me! How is that your decision? I liked working for Maggie and I need the money. Who are you to do this?”

“Right this minute, I am the man whose hand is itching to spank some sense into you. I love you, Tess, and I will not stand by and watch you work yourself into exhaustion. You already have one job and go to school part time. We have money, babe. You don’t need to kill yourself making more. If there is something you need, just say so.”

“I need to be able to take care of myself,” she insisted, realizing she was not getting through to him.

“No, you need to let me take care of you. You have been on your own for a long time, Tess. Is the bedroom the only place you will let me meet your needs? Is sex the only thing you want from me?” he asked, sadly. It would break his heart if she really felt that way. He had a consuming desire to care for her in all ways, to protect her.

Tess was quiet for a moment before walking across the room and jumping into his arms.

“You are very good in that room, Rory,” she told him with a grin. “Perhaps we should continue our discussion tomorrow? It is getting late,” she purred.

“An excellent idea, babe,” he told her as his arms around her waist tightened, lifting her off the floor. He kicked a chair away from the table. “We just have a little matter to take care of first.”

“What matter?” she whimpered, kissing his neck, enjoying his strong arms around her.

“A little matter of a spanking,” Rory replied, sitting down and easily flipping her over his knees. “I had thought about letting this one go, but after tonight’s little display, I think it’s important to show you just what to expect if you ever run away from me again.”

“Oh, Rory, no,” Tess squealed, wiggling frantically, her hand trying to cover her behind. “Please, do not spank me. I will not run away from you again. I swear it.”

“That’s great news, babe,” he told her lifting her skirt above her waist, admiring her pretty white panties before he slipped them down to her knees. “Lord, you have a beautiful bottom. It seems a shame to have to punish it when there are so many more enjoyable things we could be doing,” he sighed with resignation resting his huge hand across both cheeks.

Tess relaxed, heaving a sigh of relief, just before his hand came down, cracking firmly on her ass.

“Ow, no, Rory, no,” she screamed, clenching her cheeks tightly.

“Relax baby, don’t clench like that. It only makes it hurt longer,” he informed her, smacking her three more times quickly.

“I cannot help it, you’re killing me,” she sobbed, kicking her feet frantically.