True Beginnings (7 page)

I don’t say anything. Just keep looking at his eyes as they flick back up to me periodically in the rearview mirror again. He starts talking again at the next light. “It wasn’t until I met Max that I…I saw how a man has to be in control more…of his own anger…himself…
and
the ones he loves.”

I am crimson hot now. I know what he’s saying to me. He knows just exactly how things are with Max and me. I look away and don’t look back. When he holds the door for me, I still can’t make eye contact. I just rush past him and head straight to the elevator. Max gave me my own key card a while ago.

On the way up, I have to take several deep breaths to still myself. Maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe his anger is died down by now and he’ll only make me recite the rule again, but right this time. Maybe I’m completely kidding myself!

.....

I’m ten minutes early, but the front door is open. I stop before walking in, listening for Max. “Come in, Lucy.” His voice sounds normal.  He didn’t yell. I can tell he’s in the living room, but I can’t see him. Can’t see if his face is stern or not.

I quietly close the door. Setting my purse down on the bench, I quickly slip my shoes under it. Barefoot, I walk down the hall, one foot in front of the other, almost on tip-toe.

Turning the corner, I see Max is sitting on the sofa. He’s only wearing sweatpants. The TV is on, but muted. The room is bright. I stop to stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at me. “You’re early. That’s good.” His voice is still steady, deep, but not angry. Maybe I
have
lucked out!

“Don’t you have something to do?” He still hasn’t looked at me. I blush all over. I pivot around and walk on tip-toe towards the bedroom. I’ve made this walk many nights before…to get the belt and bring it to him, in the bedroom, the living room, his den, even on the terrace. But never
knowing
that he will use it on me. Always with a hope that he won’t. The closet seems very far tonight. The belt is extra heavy.

I’m shaking when I lay it on the sofa next to him. He still doesn’t look at me. I know what comes next. I undress in front of him and put my hands behind my back. My eyes are dry from staring at him for so long, not blinking. My lips are dry from breathing quick, shallow breaths, all my spit gone, my throat scratchy and working overtime swallowing. I can do nothing but stand waiting for him.

And he takes his time. Not even looking at me. I forget about all my discomforts…how my arms feel numb from squeezing them behind my back, my stomach muscles hurt from holding them in the way he taught me…I can only think…please, look at me!

Chapter 7 HIM

I went for a run when I got home. I had to do something to work off this steam. I didn’t call or text her this afternoon. My anger was too fresh. And I wanted to give her time to really think about what she did…and what she has coming.

The run helped. I’m more level-headed again. Waiting for Lucy to arrive, I even smile. I’ve waited for this night for some time.

I knew that starting with a spanking wasn’t the right way with her. She would have been overwhelmed with all the demands of a regimented punishment like this. She would have been unable to follow all my instructions at one time. And a spanking is a very special form of punishment. I needed her head to be in the right place for this.

Slapping her was enough the first time. She understood that her body was no longer hers. She’s mine and I’ll do as I please with her.

I’ve trained her in how to take a more rigid…more strenuous…punishment. She’s come so far in her level of submission, her eagerness to please. She knows what is expected of her now. And I look forward to giving her a first spanking.

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I stand up, making Lucy take a step back, eyes wide. I take the belt with me. Her eyes follow my every movement, the fear pulsing off of her.

"Follow." I can hear her bare feet behind me as I walk into the bedroom, not turning around.

I stop next to the closet wall. "Face the wall." She immediately does.

I stand behind her. "Head up." She obeys, jolting her chin high. "Put your hands on the wall, flat." She does. "A little farther apart...shoulder length." She's going to need the support, I smile to myself. "Now bring your legs back two steps, bottom up." From this angle, her back is arched, muscles tensing in her arms. She's beautiful. Her bottom offered to me. "Good girl. This is how you will stand when you receive a spanking with the belt."

She whimpers a quiet, "Yes, Sir." I know the humiliation of standing this way, waiting for her punishment is torturing her...and I like making her wait.

"You won't move from this position. If you move, I will start your punishment over. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." It's a little stronger this time, a pleading to get started...to finish.

I rub my hand down her back, her whole body convulses. This being her first spanking, I want to see how she reacts, how her body responds before starting.

With my left hand, I smack only one cheek, towards the bottom. Not too hard. She cries out though, more from shock. I smile and smack the other cheek, higher up, less of a cry, less shocked. The slight pinkness fades quickly. Good. I don't want to bruise her...not on this first spanking.

A spanking is special...so controlled; I can keep my own anger under control, following a simple pattern. I can hurt her but I won't get carried away…just far enough. There may be times when she is unable to leave the bed after a spanking, legs and ass too swollen or sore, but not tonight…not the first time…she just may not be able to sit for a few days...but that's up to how well she does. I smile.

I step back and she gasps and tenses. She's anticipating too much. "Close your eyes, Lucy...and remember to breath." She can only nod her head, but I can see that she obeyed.

I snap the belt in my hands, she flinches, but her eyes stay closed. Good. I don't want her tensing up too much.

The first spank of the belt lands dead center of both cheeks. A perfect pink patch flares. She gasps her cry out, leaning on the wall, head lowered slightly. "Head, up, Lucy. Or I start over." She immediately obeys. "If you move at the wrong moment, I could hurt you...unintentionally. You need to remain still for this. Do you understand me?"

"...Yes, Sir...I'm sorry, Sir!" Such a good girl.

I strike the same spot, bringing a deeper pinkness and gasped cry back. I wait for her breathing, she stays in position though. The third and fourth are quick, above and below slightly the last two, slightly harder. Her cry is gulped down and escapes as a high pitched hiss. Her bottom is a beautiful cherry.

"How many times did you break the rule, Lucy?"

I wait patiently behind her. Her mind is dueling between animal pain and her desire to please me. I wait for her desire to reach the surface. "Five, Sir...I'm so sorry...please...I'm sorry...ple..."

"No...No begging!" She stops, her body shaking. "How many times have I spanked you already?" I know the answer, but I want to force her to say.

"Four, Sir." A more pathetic sound of pleading could not be heard, I smile.

"You have one more coming then." She tenses every muscle in back, legs, arms. Her hands grip the wall. My sweet girl. "Calm down. Breathe, baby." I wait for her to calm a little. When she is just starting to relax, I let the belt crack hard across her lower bottom...the sweet sitting spot...the one I know will hurt the most. She strangles a cry, a yelp of pain, her legs dancing and shaking for a moment. But she stays in position.

"Hands behind your back." She is only too happy to comply if this means the punishment is over.

"Apoligize...
not
beg, Lucy..." I stand right behind her, the belt still in my hand.

"I'm sorry, Sir." She's strong, no hesitancy.

"And thank me for punishing you."

She swallows. "Thank you, Sir."

I put my hand in her hair, give a slight tug, but mostly rub her softness. She's so small, so soft, so yielding. "I like hurting you, Lucy." She rubs her head against my hand, the obedient puppy. "I like that you give yourself to me completely. That I can cause you pain and fear...I can make you my good girl again with my belt or my hand..." I lower my hand to her ass. Still a little warm, the pinkness not quite faded. I pinch her lower cheek, not hard, but it's still tender enough to squeeze the breath out of her. "That's what punishment does...it makes you my good girl again. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir!" Her whole body answers, trying to sway closer to me, but not moving from her spot, arms still held tight against her back.

"And you will always be my good girl. I will always make you my good girl...I love you."

Chapter 7 HER

The pain is only a small part. The initial shock of being hit with his belt only a part of it. The humiliation of standing, waiting, for this...that's the hardest part.  Knowing that I'm waiting for him to hurt me...that I stand here, as a grown woman, waiting for a spanking from my boyfriend...No...

...That I stand here deserving a spanking. That's the humiliation. That I've done this to myself...gotten myself into this. If I'd only just behaved, followed his rule!

The smacks seem to hit all over; my ass is a giant bullseye and Max has deadly aim! I'm screaming in my mind, but only tiny cries escape.

Thinking of the number of times these past weeks that I've done this...made plans, then asked permission...my face burns with heat.  I want to beg for his forgiveness...make him understand that I won't ever do that again...I'll be good! I won't disappoint him again! I won't make him angry again!

The last one...the pain...I forgot about thinking, breathing, nothing...until my lungs hurt and I take a shattered breath in and out.

"I'm sorry, Sir." I know this is a part of the ritual...the routine of punishment that I've become familiar with.

"Thank you, Sir." This is new. I want to plead, beg still...all I can do is thank him for spanking me...and wait, hopeful that this is enough...that I'm deserving of his love still...please!

"...I will always make you my good girl. I love you." And I begin to shake. These words smack the bullseye in my brain. I need his love. I need his discipline. I need him.

"Turn around." I spin quickly, eyes hungry to see his face.

He kisses my forehead and wipes my cheeks. I wasn't aware that tears had fallen...my shame bubbling up and falling from my eyes. He tilts my chin up and kisses me fully, the warmth of his mouth spreading down my stomach, into my pussy.

I am wet. I only just realize how wet...from the spanking...from the humiliation. I swallow. I don't recognize myself...a hungry pet waiting for a bone...I almost laugh, a little dizzy. I swallow this back, a squeak instead.

“You may put the belt away.” I quickly take it from him and open the closet door. The belt hangs as a constant reminder. I come back to stand in front of him, my arms back in place.

Max smiles at me, watching me. "Follow." He walks to the bed and removes his pants. I am panting...stop panting!...staring at his hard ass and legs. I want to bite his shoulder, taste him!

He lays back on the bed, head propped on a pillow against the headboard. "Keep your arms back and get on me."

I'm not graceful, I almost fall face first onto his lap, my knees sinking in the softness of the bed, but he keeps me up with his hands on my shoulders, smiling at me. I position myself over his cock. I can feel my wet lips pressed against him. My knees squeeze his hips.

Putting his hands on my waist, Max lifts me onto his erect cock. In a quick thrust, pushing me down by my hips, he enters me. Full length. Full force. I gasp in pain and deepened desire fulfilled.  His hand on my stomach keeps me up. "Ride me."

My eyes pop open. Technically...I've never done this before...I tried once...at a drunken night out in a back seat with my last boyfriend.

I awkwardly try lifting myself, feeling my thighs squeezing, my sore ass squeezing. "Use your hips, rock back and forth more with them." My arms behind my back make this more difficult. I squeeze my hands against my elbows to steady myself and try again, using my hips more as Max instructed. I can feel his length sliding inside me. The depth and pressure equally pleasing and painful. I get used to the rhythm, going slow, not taking him all the way in or all the way out.

He grabs my hips and sits me down hard on his cock. My eyes fly open at the pain. "All the way, Lucy!" I only nod my head, trying to get the rhythm with this much up and down, back and forth with my hips.  I lean forward slightly, my knees shaking against his sides, my thighs straining, keeping my balance. He finally grabs my waist and with his arms flexed, jackhammers me easily against his cock. I push my hips into him to join his thrusts and he smiles, "Good girl."

"Ask me." His breath is jagged. I know what he wants.

"Please...can I...please..." my breath panting each word with his thrusts.

"Yes...yes, my good girl!" We cum together. He continues thrusting inside me, his throbbing inside me making the ache a dull aftershock of pleasure.

I open my eyes again and he's smiling at me. He reaches up and brushes my hair off my face. "You are the most beautiful girl." I blush. "And you're all mine." I smile shyly back. "You may move your arms, Lucy."

I release my hands, realizing how strained my shoulders were from my grip.