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"I'm sorry. I'll pay you back."

"That has nothing to do with this."

Rebecca looked down at her feet, not able to look into his face any longer. The shame, the embarrassment, the guilt of having him be here so late, everything became so overwhelming.

Sawyer grabbed her hand and silently led her out of the police station and toward his car. He opened the door for her and gently assisted her into the passenger seat. His car smelled like him, and Rebecca took a large breath to wash away the odors of the holding cell.

When he got into the car, he turned to face her, not starting the engine. "You have two choices, Rebecca," he said. "I can take you home, and I will go back to my home as well. Or I can take you to my house. But if I take you to my house, you will be punished for tonight. You will not only be punished for getting arrested, but you will be punished for not trusting in me and calling me for help."

She looked at him as her heart skipped a million beats. He looked more hurt than he did mad.

"So you can go home and live your life as you see fit, or you can go home with me and live your life
with
me. But if you choose me, then that comes with everything," he said.

"You mean Domestic Discipline? If I go home with you, I have to be spanked?"

"If you go home with me, then yes, you will be punished. We are at a crossroads in this relationship. I would like to take you home and take you in hand. I want to give you love, guidance, and firm correction. But I need you to willingly choose this path. So like I said, you have two choices. What's it going to be?"

She must have still been high. She had to be, because no one in their right mind would be thinking the thoughts she was. She wanted to go home with Sawyer. She didn't want to go home alone. She wanted to go down this path that he mentioned. Rebecca wanted to be punished. She wanted more than anything for Sawyer to make this whole entire night go away, and if a spanking was the way to do it, then she was all for it. Maybe she had lost her mind, but right now she needed Sawyer. She needed him to give her comfort, support, love… and even a spanking.

"I want to go home with you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He started the car with a smile. "You are in so much trouble." The words, his voice, the promise of what was to come… they all sent a shot of electricity straight to her pussy.

"I know."

Sawyer winced at the flash of fear he saw in Rebecca's eyes. He didn't want her to fear him, or to fear the Domestic Discipline lifestyle. He knew he had to handle this correctly or risk losing her forever.

"Why don't we get you in the shower? I'm sure you don't exactly feel clean after spending hours in the holding cell."

A few seconds passed and the fear drained from her face, replaced by weary acceptance. "A shower would be nice."

He opened his front door and held out his hand. "Follow me."

He led her through the living room and down the hallway toward the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet, listening to Rebecca's light footsteps behind him. When they entered the bathroom, he turned on the water for her, waiting for it to heat up. She whisked her shirt over her head and allowed it to fall to the ground.

He was about to leave to give her some privacy, but he remained frozen at the sight of her lace–covered breasts. His hands clenched at his sides with the need to caress her petite body, with the need to ravish her, with his increased hunger to plunge his cock into that tight little cunt of hers. But he couldn't. Not until he'd punished her. He didn't want to confuse her with erotic spanking. As hard as it was going to be—and his cock tenting his pants made it quite obvious just how hard it would be—it was his duty to take control of his actions and do what he had promised. Following through was key.

Turning his back to her, he offered, "I'll wash your clothes while you shower." Memories of their lovemaking were vivid in his mind—how he'd learned the mysteries of her body, the ease of making her come, the tiny moans and gasps she made as her climax built…
shit!
He needed to get a hold of himself, or he was going to take her right there, bending her over the sink and shoving his dick inside her in one smooth thrust from behind. His cock pulsed at the image in his head.

He heard the shower curtain open as Rebecca entered the shower. He picked up her clothes, took them out to the washing machine and started it, debating whether he should return to the bathroom or not. The thought of her naked little ass covered in soapy suds; her narrow waist, her delicate legs, and her red hair dripping down her back almost took his breath away. No, he would wait out on the couch and regain some sort of control. The woman drove him mad.

When he heard the water turn off, enough time had passed that he believed he had regained control over his libido. He walked to the bathroom and entered, hoping one look at Rebecca wouldn't change all of that.

She stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She turned and smiled weakly. "I feel much better."

"Good," he said as he grabbed a brush and gently began to brush her wet, long locks. She stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes as he worked the brush through her tangles.

"I'm sorry I got arrested. I really thought it was legal," she muttered.

"It is, but being high in public isn't. And besides, it isn't about the arrest for me. It's more than that."

"I know. Driving all the way to get me was a huge inconvenience. I really wish Caine hadn't called you. I apologize for putting you out."

Sawyer spun her around so she was staring into his eyes. A look of shock mixed with desire twinkled in her expression. "Is that what you think? That I'm
put out
?" He moved a wet strand of hair away from her eye as he said, "I want to be someone you think you can count on. Someone you know will always be there for you. Not getting a call from you made me feel unimportant. Neely and Coley wouldn't even consider not calling their men. So why was I any different? Do you feel you can't trust that I will be there for you?"

Rebecca's big eyes stared up into his. She'd never looked more vulnerable and more beautiful before. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it instead.

"I know things are new. I know I have to earn your trust. I have to prove to you that I care about your safety and well-being." He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then tugged on the towel until Rebecca was standing naked before him. "That is why I'm going to punish you tonight," he went on. "It won't be easy for either one of us, but it's something that needs to happen."

* * * * *

Chills ran through her entire body even though the heat of mortification washed over her. She could do this. Yes, she could do what he wanted. It was what
he
wanted, wasn't it? Although if only
he
wanted it, then why wasn't she putting up a fight? Why wasn't she saying, 'Oh,
hell
no'? And why oh why was she feeling arousal?

Sawyer gave her a quick kiss to the forehead. He kicked out her legs gently, spreading her thighs, and slid his finger into her pussy in one abrupt move.
Okay, this punishment thing isn't that bad so far
, Rebecca thought to herself. But then he quickly pulled out his slickened finger, turned her around, and forced her to bend over the sink. He spread her cheeks and pressed his pussy-drenched finger into her bottom hole without any warning at all. The sudden invasion had her gasping and tightening up around his finger. Without any warm-up or stretching beforehand, his penetration felt like the size of his cock, and Rebecca tried everything she could do to relax, knowing his finger wouldn't feel so large if she did.

Sawyer didn't give her the chance to do so. Instead, he used his single digit to guide her toward the bathroom door. This action of walking her out of the bathroom, with his finger firmly planted in her bottom, reminded her of when mothers would grab their child's ear lobe and pull them away from their mischief. It wasn't easy to walk, and for the most part Rebecca seemed to be walking on her tiptoes, but he held her firmly by the arm and with his finger up her ass. The walk down the hallway toward his bedroom seemed endless as she awkwardly made her way while almost sitting on Sawyer's hand, his one finger stretching her anus, giving off a biting sting. It appeared as though her boyfriend meant business.

Entering the room, he moved her to the edge of the bed and bent her over, still keeping his finger tightly rooted in her channel. The submission it pulled from her body pooled between her pussy lips. Anxiety, a little bit of fear, some shame—it all blended with a powerful craving for Sawyer to fuck her hard. So when he removed his finger and pulled away, she couldn't help but groan. Even though she desperately wanted to stand up and wrap her arms around him, she did know better, and decided she should remain in place as she heard him walk to the nightstand.

A few seconds later, Sawyer was once again touching her bottom hole, only this time his finger was coated in lube. Pumping it in and out, he spread the lube around, obviously preparing her for what was coming next. "Have you ever been plugged before?" he murmured.

She shook her head and swallowed hard.

The cool sensation of metal being pressed up against her rosebud caused her to tense just as he pushed past her tight ring. The sharp pinch as her skin stretched to accommodate the mass made her cry out. The plug was big, really big, and no matter what she did to try to relax and allow the fullness to take her to that delicious space she'd just been in, she couldn't.

"It's too big," she could barely squeak out.

"That it is. Does it hurt, baby?"

"Yes," she almost wailed.

"Good."

She tried squirming from side to side, moving her hips up and down, but nothing she did made the stretching ease. "It's too much. I can't take it."

"This is the beginning of your punishment. Nothing about this is going to feel good." He leaned down and placed a trail of kisses from her tailbone all the way to her neck, then he whispered, "You need to trust that I won't cause you permanent harm. This is going to hurt, it may make you cry, but trust that I won't harm you… Hurt you, yes… but no harm." His seductive voice and his moment of affection helped ease the discomfort stretching her anus to impossible limits. He ran his fingertip along her pussy, once more coating it with her juices before he raised his finger and placed it on her parted lips. "Taste your arousal. Taste what the pain does to your body."

Rebecca took a moment to look into his eyes, smelling her musky scent on his finger, and slowly placed her tongue on his fingertip, licking up her own arousal. The salty sweetness surprised her, but she liked how her action made Sawyer's eyes darken and his jaw clench. She liked that she was clearly giving him pleasure by doing so.

"That's a good girl. This punishment is going to hurt, but it's going to hurt in the best fucking way possible."

Sawyer's hand came crashing down on her ass, pressing the metal plug even deeper. He swatted her over and over again, being sure to make contact with the anal intrusion every so often.

Lying on her stomach on the bed made Rebecca miss Sawyer's body. Up until now she had always been over his lap. She missed the comfort of his arms holding her close.

"I'm going to spank you tonight," he said, as he continued to rain swat after swat onto her already burning flesh. "But tonight you were bad. And bad girls get spanked with a belt."

Rebecca's pussy clenched in delight, and yet she whimpered at his words. Her breathing sped up to the point that she wondered if she would pass out right there. When the bed shifted due to Sawyer standing up, she almost begged him to stop. The fear, the uncertainty, the confusion as to how his words could make her feel that way—all bundled with the most intense form of erotic lust she had ever encountered—made her head swim.

She didn't look back, but the whoosh of the leather belt being removed from his pants sent tingles to every part of her body. Not being able to take it any longer, she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see that Sawyer was doubling over the leather and towering over her.

The first lash was loud, yet she didn't feel anything for a split second—until a searing heat hit her like a lightning bolt. When she cried out, it blended with the sound of the second lash. Two more whips of the belt came down before Rebecca could even find her voice again as she released another cry. She wasn't normally this vocal during a spanking, but this time was different. The sting of the leather demanded it. It forced it. It insisted, it commanded, and it got its way as Rebecca made it very clear with her cries that she truly understood what a punishment meant.

"From now on, I will be called whenever you need me," Sawyer began to lecture as he continued the good old-fashioned belt whipping. "Nothing is hidden, nothing is kept from me for any reason. I am here for you no matter what."

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried out, as tears exploded from her eyes. The belting was surely what had caused the tears, but his lecture was what made them flow.

Rebecca wasn't sure if it was due to her tears, or whether it was because the punishment was truly over, but Sawyer dropped the belt and gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair and placing kisses on her wet cheeks. She nestled into his neck, clinging to his arms, and cried. She wasn't crying from the pain, although her ass truly was on fire, but rather she was just releasing—and it felt good.

"Sawyer, I, uh—"

"Shhh, it's over, baby." He held her tight, as if he would never let her go, kissing her over and over, making her feel more loved than she had ever felt. "It's okay to cry. It's okay to just let it out. I'm here. I'll always be here."

He positioned her body so she lay limply across his lap. Then he reached down, took hold of the base of the plug and pulled, removing the tool of submission from her body. A part of her missed it… it now felt like an empty space needing to be filled. She whimpered when Sawyer ran his hand along her scorched bottom and patted it gently.

"Are you all right?" he asked in a soft, concerned voice.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "That was intense. But I feel… I feel better. Am I crazy?"

Smiling, he lifted her body and helped her to the top of the bed so she could lie on the pillow. "Punishment spankings aren't fun, but definitely needed at times. It works. A hell of a lot better than a night of you and I fighting and screaming."

She snuggled into his arms as he lay down beside her. "Is that what happened to Neely and Coley tonight?" It was morbid curiosity, but she didn't mind asking Sawyer.

"Something along those lines I'm sure. Although you got off pretty lightly."

Slapping his chest playfully, she shot out, "What? There was nothing light about that!"

Sawyer chuckled. "It was a lot shorter than normal. But when I saw you cry, I couldn't not hold you." He winked at her. "I'll have to grow immune to those tears, or you'll be able to get away with murder."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm beginning to understand this whole DD thing, and I like it," she admitted. "Things with you, and the way you make me feel, just seem right."

Softly kissing her, he asked, "Is this something you can commit to long-term? Knowing that I spank to solve problems? It won't always be easy. There are going to be times when you are mad as hell, and the last thing you will want is a spanking."

"But I trust you, Sawyer. I trust that you and I can figure it out."

Hugging her tightly, he whispered, "It makes me so happy to hear you say that. I love you, Rebecca. I know that I do."