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CHAPTER TWELVE
She turnsto run and I’ve already lifted her off the ground and thrown her over my shoulder. After smacking her on the ass a couple of times, I playfully admonish her. “Oh,My Angel, you should know better than to run from me. All the rules you’re broken in the last few minutes...I’m afraid I have to punish you now.”
She’s laughing and squealing as she asks, “What kind of punishment do you have in mind?”
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I would think that you misbehaved on purpose just to see what your punishment would be. Maybe you’re one of those ‘don’t ask permission, just get spanked’ types. Let’s find out,” I respond as I hurry into the bedroom and drop her on the bed.
She’s lying on her back and pulls her elbows up underneath her. As she gives me a sexy, come-get-me look, I walk over to the suitcase that holds the fun devices. She continues to watch with curiosity, showing no fear or apprehension with the threat of punishment from me. Granted, it was a playful threat and I believe she knows I would never really hurt her, but this is a bridge we will have to cross soon. This is a part of her training and she’s right, I’ve been very lenient with her so far.
When I retrieve the paddle from the suitcase, her eyes widen and she watches me approach her. Sitting on the side of the bed, I simply state, “Over my knee, Sophia.” I don’t look at her and I make damn sure there is no anger in my tone. I’m not angry at all, but I need her to know that, to believe I would never hit her in anger, and to trust that whatever I do is the best for both of us.
I feel the bed shift behind me as she moves and does as she’s told. She takes her place across my legs, her ass up in the air and her torso comfortably placed on the bed. I run my hand up her bare leg and push her skirt up around her waist. Then, I smile and my heart swells.
“You remembered,” I whisper tenderly to her.
“Of course, Dom,” she whispers back in the same tone.
Her bare ass is waiting for me, just as I instructed. It’s Tuesday and she’s not wearing any panties. She never ceases to amaze me. I rub one perfect, round cheek adoringly and her body relaxes against mine. Moving to the other side, I make sure to give it just as much attention. The paddle I’ve chosen is actually used more for pleasure than punishment, but it’s a step in the trust direction.
It’s black with leather on one side and soft, faux rabbit fur on the other. Turning it so that the soft, furry part will strike her smooth skin, I begin talking to her soothingly. “My Angel, this may sting for a second. I want to know how you feel, what you’re thinking, and if you like it.”
“Yes, Dom,” she says submissively.
Lifting the paddle up in the air, I swing it down and the fur smacks against her skin, muffling the sound and the sting. Using my hand, I rub the spot I just spanked, and then continue this several more times. In between each time, as I rub her skin, I give her positive reassurances about how beautiful she is to me, how I love seeing her in this position, and how pleased I am with her. She hums softly with each strike and denies feeling too much discomfort.
After ten licks, I rub her reddened skin for the last time and help her up from her prone position. Pulling her down to sit in my lap, I wrap my arms around her, nuzzle her neck, and ask her how she’s feeling. Her reaction is very important to me and to our relationship. She needs to feel comforted, protected, and cherished at all times. With this being our first step into the world I’m accustomed to, I need to know that she can handle it. Sometimes, I’m not so sure.
“I feel good, Dom. I feel relaxed and excited at the same time. For the first time in a really long time, I only had one thing on my mind. I just focused on feeling you the whole time. It’s so different,” her voice trails off, and her wistful tone tells me she’s making comparisons. Good or bad, this scene has evoked memories of the other guy, the one who betrayed her trust and made her afraid.
There’s a story there, and I know it’s one I’m not going to like knowing all the details, but the only way I can help her overcome all this shit someone has put in her head is to get to the bottom of it. Tonight may be a bit rough on both of us, but it’ll be better in the long run. For now, she’s had enough, even though the “punishment” was anything but punishment. She trusted me, she didn’t argue, and she didn’t ask me to stop. That’s progress enough for now.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I take my time in making love to her mouth. Soft kisses, running my tongue lightly over her lips, pulling her lower lip into my mouth—all of my slow movements and lavishing attention on her are to demonstrate to her that she is adored. Her soft moaning sigh tells me she feels it, she understands my message, and she’s in this with me. If we don’t quit this now, we will never leave this room today.
Pulling back, she groans in disapproval and I can’t help but smile at her. She’s a beautiful woman but she can just be so cute at times. I playfully chide her, “Don’t groan at me like that. I’ll turn you back over my knee. Oh wait—that’ll probably make you do it more, won’t it?”
She laughs and cuts her eyes seductively at me. “I don’t know, Dom. Try it and see,” she replies with a purr. Her smile is beaming, completely splitting her face in two, and her eyes are twinkling with playfulness. It almost makes me want to stay here, but she said she’s never been to San Diego before and I want to take her out and show her everything.
“Nice try, Sophia,” I narrow my eyes at her in mock warning. She knows the difference between the serious Dom and the teasing Dom, so I don’t worry that she will misunderstand my meaning. “As much as I would love to stay in this cottage and have my way with you in every room and on every surface possible,” I say while wiggling my eyebrows at her, “I really should take you out and show you around San Diego. What would you like to do first?”
“Is there somewhere we can snorkel?” she asks excitedly.
“Yes, I know just the place to take you—La Jolla. We can do a snorkel tour and swim with the leopard sharks,” I say as we stand and I reach for my phone.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, let me find their number,” I reply distractedly as I look for the tour company.
Sophia starts jumping around in excitement like a little girl. I stop and stare at her for a minute but it doesn’t faze her. She’s far too excited as she begins rushing around the room to change and pack a beach bag for us. I chuckle, shake my head, and walk into the main room to make our reservations. Minutes later, I turn around to find her standing in the doorway, the beach bag in one hand and my swimming trunks in the other.
“In a hurry, are we?” I smirk at her.
“We don’t want to be late, Dom. No matter what time it starts,” she replies with a serious look. She’s not kidding and this makes me laugh harder, which earns me a semi-dirty look.
Actually, I think I just hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just so cute and funny. I can’t help but laugh sometimes,” I explain, still grinning but refraining from laughing out loud again.
