Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

H e turned down a short drive lined with prickly pear and desert marigold that led to a small adobe house with exposed rafters over a large front porch. The adobe had been whitewashed, and the accents were a dark navy blue. The landscaping consisted of plants native to Arizona in shades of yellow and red, making the curb appeal of John’s home quite striking. Parking his truck, he came around to the passenger side to help her out.

“Your house is really pretty. Is it very old?” she said as she slid off the seat to stand beside him.

“Thank you, and yes, it is. I spent a lot of time restoring it.”

He put his arm around her and escorted her inside. The inside was calm, soothing, and masculine, much like the man beside her. The floors were hexagon Saltillo tiles, and the walls were the same whitewashed adobe as the exterior. The furnishings looked comfortable and expensive, and the artwork was, she guessed, native to the region as well.

She started toward one painting that hung over the large, arched fireplace, but was stopped as his hand reached out to take her gently by the upper arm. She turned to look at him, and suddenly, the reason he’d brought her here came rushing back.

“John,” she said cautiously.

“Mandy,” he answered calmly. “You can make this as easy on yourself as you want. Let me be very clear. You are about to get your backside blistered for your behavior today. You have a choice. You can decide to behave and go into the bedroom, strip out of your clothes, and stand in the corner to wait for me to come deal with you?—”

“What’s my other option?”

“You can decide to continue to misbehave. If that’s the case, I’ll start your spanking in here, and when you decide you want to behave, you can then go to our room, strip and stand in the corner, and compose yourself before I punish you.”

“Or I could just take my purse and phone, call for a ride, and tell you to go fuck yourself,” she challenged.

John gave a resigned sigh. “I had a feeling that might be your response.”

He set her purse and cell phone on the table as Mandy watched him in a kind of detached fascination. She would always recall it seemed to happen in slow motion. Even though he had spanked her the night before, this would be the spanking that, for her, really defined their relationship and allowed her to truly accept his authority.

John’s grip on her upper arm had never loosened. She tried to dig her heels in to resist being dragged toward the large chesterfield sofa, but the Saltillo tiles were polished and offered her no traction whatsoever.

“John, you can’t just spank me without my permission.”

“You gave me your permission last night when you agreed I would have authority over you. Very few women are on board with the idea when they’re about to get their bottoms blistered. You don’t get to change your mind now that it’s about to happen.”

Mandy continued to struggle as he sat down and reached for the top of her jeans to unfasten them. There was no way she could get at his private parts, and she knew if there had been a way, she would have done so. She recalled all too vividly how much his spanking her bare backside had hurt, and that had been only a few smacks after he had warmed her up over her jeans.

She fought, but John was much stronger. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was unrelenting. He held both of her wrists in one hand as he pulled her jeans and her panties past her knees with the other.

“No, you bastard! If you touch me, I swear—” she cried, the rest of her threat cut off as John deftly pulled her between his legs and over one knee, allowing her body to rest on the sofa before trapping her legs between his and adjusting her position, so he held her securely in place.

She barely had time to breathe, much less have a coherent thought before his hand came crashing down on her upturned globes, making her screech. The hand that had brought her so much pleasure the night before and again that morning was just as confident now about inflicting stinging blows to her rump. Although pain was the predominant thing feeling, arousal had kicked in, and all her girly parts were tingling.

“You let me know when you want to settle down and take your punishment like a good girl.”

“Sonofabitch!” she yowled as his hand increased the strength of the swats being delivered.

“You and I talked about your language. The rule isn’t suspended just because you’re facedown over my knee.”

They were locked in a battle of wills, but Mandy could already feel her resolve crumbling in the face of the fire he was lighting across her ass. One of the things she had found so appealing about John was his strength—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.

“All right, John, I’m sorry. Please stop! Please!”

Mandy was shocked, and a small part of her disappointed, when his hand came down and rested lightly on her sore derriere. The lack of something more pressing to focus on allowed her body to succumb, and she began to cry.

“You ready to yield to me and accept my discipline?”

“I just want you to stop,” she sniffled.

“Let me be clear. I’m not done. You just got spanked for being unwilling to accept what you know you have coming, then fussing about it. When I let you up, I expect you to pull your jeans and panties all the way off and take off the rest of your things. You’re going to give them all to me. Do you understand me?”

“I’m not stupid, John.”

“No, not stupid.” He raised his hand and began to spank her again as she wailed in response. “Willful and undisciplined, but not stupid.” He paddled her bottom, ensuring the entire surface was covered with what she was sure were red handprints.

“I understand, John, please. I’ll get undressed.” Again, she took deep breaths of air to try to quiet her crying when he stopped and soothingly rubbed her aching globes.

In a calm voice, he continued speaking as though nothing had happened.

“Once you’re naked, you’re going to march yourself into our bedroom and pick a corner to stand in. I’ll give you a bit of time to think about what you did to get yourself spanked. Then you’re going to get your first taste of soap before I put you back over my knee for your spanking.”

“John, no,” she cried. “You already spanked me.”

“I spanked you for your refusal to obey me once we got home. Now that it seems you’ve decided to settle down and behave, I mean to punish you for your behavior with the car and your language. When I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll send you back to the corner. Once I let you out of the corner, the argument is over, and we go back to neutral. If you get bratty or snarky with me, I’ll think you need further discipline to bring the lesson home. Clear?”

“Yes, John.”

Mandy tried to get up, but John gently pushed her back down.

“You don’t get up until I tell you that you can,” he said calmly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t, sweetheart. If I thought you were continuing to misbehave, I’d have gone back to spanking you.”

Mandy felt his hand drift down the crack between her cheeks. As he had the night before, he briefly caressed her back entrance before slipping down between her legs. Mandy pressed her thighs tightly together. The last thing she wanted was for John to realize how incredibly turned on she was. Her clit was practically throbbing, and she was quite certain her pussy was dripping all over him. She knew there was no way he’d miss how stiff her nipples were when she stripped unless she turned her back on him. Somehow, she doubted he’d allow that.

And there it was.

She realized she had fallen for a guy who would make the rules and expect her to follow them. That realization caused her pussy to clench and the swirl of desire in her belly to become a tornado—the final nail in the coffin of her embarrassment.

“Mandy, open your legs for me. When I want to offer you a bit of pleasure before you get spanked or want to check how aroused you are or frankly, just want to cop a feel, you don’t deny me. If you don’t want to, you tell me that. I’ll make the decision about whether I do it, anyway.”

He paused, and she knew if she didn’t comply, he’d only spank her until she did, and the fact was, she desperately wanted him to provide her with some relief. Without saying a word, she relaxed over his knee and let her thighs part naturally, allowing him access.

“That’s my good girl,” he said soothingly as his hand slipped between her legs and found her clit.

She inhaled sharply and wanted to die when he responded with a decidedly self-satisfied chuckle. He rubbed the swollen nub, and she moaned.

“That’s my very good girl,” he said, his voice filled with the same lust that she was feeling.

He played with her little jewel before tracing his finger back to part her feminine folds and delving into her drenched pussy. He languidly pumped his fingers in and out of her as her breathing became erratic, and her body began to climax. She was certain John could feel her balancing on that precipice as he added a third finger and stroked her with increased speed until she tumbled into the abyss of an orgasm that caused her to call his name. He did nothing but let her enjoy the afterglow.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “And that’s my best girl.”

While the climax had been a needed release, she realized she wasn’t ready to be done. All his fondling had done was increase her need to feel his cock inside her. Last night, he had taken command and fucked her until she couldn’t think rationally. All she’d been able to do was feel him, and all she wanted was to feel him again.

“John?” she said, feeling a bit confused and still needy.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You can get up now,” he said as he released her legs.

She stood and tried to turn, but he took her shoulders, not allowing her to turn away.

“You face me when I make you take off your clothes. One item at a time, and you hand them to me. Understood?”

She nodded and leaned down to take her jeans off, then her panties. She was glad, at some point, her boot clogs had come off, and she just had to remove her socks as opposed to having to sit on what was still a heated backside to take them off. She handed the items to John, who put them on the couch next to him. Pulling the long sleeve t-shirt over her head, she gave it to him as well, then unfastened her front-closing bra, slipped it off, and handed it over.

John reached up and traced her areolas, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. She sucked in her breath and arched her back, pushing her breasts closer to him.

“You are the most beautiful, responsive woman I’ve ever known.”

“John?”

“Go into the bedroom, Mandy, pick a corner, and stand facing it. I’ll join you in a few minutes, so we can finish this.”

“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.

H e 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?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so nasty with that deputy. I mean, I was speeding, and I don’t like those guys, but I’m sure it doesn’t reflect well on you if your girlfriend is a bitch, when they pull her over.”

“First, bitch is not a word I expect to hear from you again unless you liked the taste of that soap. Second, you are not my girlfriend.”

All the softness in her body departed to be replaced by rigidity.

“I’m sorry, I guess I just thought if you were going to beat my ass…”

“Amanda Adams, you settle down right now. I did not beat your ass. You misbehaved and was spanked. You are not just my girlfriend. You are far more to me.”

He’d never felt more relieved when her body lost its defensive stiffness, and she snuggled back into his embrace.

“But you’re right,” he said calmly. “Family members and partners try not to run afoul of other law enforcement agencies, but if they do, they conduct themselves respectfully, and instead of calling their boss, they call their significant other. And once he’s come to get them, they behave far differently than you did today, don’t they?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, nuzzling his neck.

“For the record, if you’re ever going more than ten miles an hour over the speed limit or your speed exceeds eighty, it won’t be just my hand I use to remind you of how dangerous that is. I’ll warm your naughty little behind up with my hand, then you and my belt will have a detailed discussion why you don’t want to do it again. And when I’m done, not only will your bottom be redder than it is now, you’ll have several welts for a few days to ensure it never happens again. Understood?” John watched as Mandy took in the information and gulped.

“Yes, John.”

“Okay, up you get and back to the corner.”

Mandy hesitated, then slid off his lap and went to stand in the corner.

He wondered if she had any idea how incredibly sexy she was, standing there like that. He may well have a lit a fire in her backside, but his cock was so hard, it hurt. He wanted desperately to mount her and bury himself as deep inside her as he could get.

John let her stand there for a bit before he got up and got undressed. Catching her glancing over her shoulder, he merely grumbled at her before she put her nose back in the corner. He smiled again. His Mandy—that’s who he knew her to be. She might be disobedient and willful, but she took well to being disciplined. He joined her in the corner.

“Think you can behave?” he whispered silkily as his cock rubbed against her, and he wrapped his arms around her. One hand tugged and played with her nipples while the other delved between her legs to caress her clit before fingering her soaking pussy.

“Yes, John. Are you done being angry now? Can we get to the part where you fuck me?”

He chuckled.

“One school of thought says when you’ve had to punish your woman, she shouldn’t get any sexual gratification after the encounter. While I know you came earlier in the living room, I know until you feel me stroking you and my cum bathing your pussy, you aren’t ready to be done, are you?”

“No, Sir.” She blushed. “I like it when I know I’ve provided you with that release, and it feels so incredible when you do it.”

“Good,” he whispered, “because I’m not happy until I’ve ridden you through several orgasms, then go balls deep to shoot my load in you. Would you like it if I did that?”

She nodded.

“Me, too. I want you to lean over the edge of the bed and spread your legs. I’m going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard. Can you do that for me?”

Again, she nodded. He backed away, and she turned to look at him. She was an amazing sight—her body flush with desire, her nipples beaded up and begging for the use he would give them later. She turned back to the bed and put herself in position.

Closing the distance between them, he stepped between her legs, ran his hand down between her butt cheeks, and fingered her back hole. He knew she wasn’t fond of that, but for the first time, she didn’t try to evade his touch. He caressed her there, then moved his hand down and dipped his index finger into her pussy to collect some of her natural lubricant. Trailing his finger back up to her dark entrance, he stroked the muscles guarding it. When she relaxed, he gently pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. She offered him no resistance as he gently explored her virgin hole before withdrawing his finger. He thought about doing more, but for a first time, she had been accepting, and he wanted to ensure she learned to enjoy his attention to her there. Stepping away, he went to wash his hands before returning.

When he came back, his cock was bobbing up and down. Once more, he stepped between her legs and checked to ensure she was still ready for him, smiling when her vulva pulsed against his hand, and she pushed her pussy hard against him. He inserted two fingers and heard her catch her breath. Removing his hand, he grasped both of her hips, positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her core, and thrust forward, sinking as deeply as he could. Mandy’s cunt spasmed around his staff as she came, calling for him.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he pumped in and out of her.

“John,” she wailed.

He refused to heed her siren’s call and kept her still, holding her hips as he hammered her pussy. The feel of her muscles pulsing around his cock, and the way she trembled as he plunged in and out of her was exquisite. He fucked her hard through two more orgasms as she pleaded with him to finish with her.

“John, please,” she called desperately.

He couldn’t remember ever feeling for or with anyone what he felt as he drove himself into her over and over again. Not only were the physical sensations incredible, but the need to dominate her and feel her completely submit—not only to his need but her own as well—was overwhelming. He watched as she stretched her arms out in front of her, grasping the bedding.

“Don’t you ever drive that fast again, do you hear me?” he demanded as he picked up momentum to bring about his own release.

“I won’t. Please? I need you,” she cried.

“If you ever behave that way around officers of the law again, I’ll stripe your backside, and you won’t be able to sit or fuck comfortably for days.”

“All right. Please, John, please.”

She was now actually crying. He knew it wasn’t from pain but from need and her own acceptance of his dominance.

Taking an even firmer grasp on her, he increased the speed and the strength of his thrusts until his cum rushed up from his balls and down the length of his cock to spill into her as he repeatedly spurted, emptying himself as deeply as he could. He stayed lodged inside her until her pussy ceased to tremble all along his length, and he softened. Reluctantly, he withdrew and leaned down to kiss her neck. Standing back, he admired how red and swollen her ass was. He hoped it would be a while before he had to take her to task that severely again, but her speeding had been dangerous and her behavior afterward appalling.

He reached down and took her hand, pulling her into his arms. Wrapping his hand in her red mane, he gently tugged her head back and leaned down to capture her mouth with his. He didn’t much care for the taste of soap, but he wanted to reassure her that her punishment was truly over and show her the depth of his feelings. She returned the kiss with a fervent ardor and pressed her body against his.

John swept her up in his arms, carried her to the bathroom, and into the large shower, where they leisurely washed one another before getting out and drying off. When they were finished, John again picked her up and carried her back to their bed, gently setting her on her feet while he turned the bedding back, then helped her slip into bed before joining her. John enjoyed the drowsy way she sought comfort, snuggling close to him and guided her onto her side, spooning himself along her back before they both fell asleep.