Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
“This is nice,” I said as we walked into our hotel room at the Ramada in Galena. It was a typical hotel room except for the large bathtub in the main room. “I wonder why this is out here.”
“Clearly, they didn’t have room for it in the bathroom,” Caleb said, following me as I walked to the tub.
“Or they wanted their guests to be able to soak in the tub and watch some television at the same time,” I added, nodding my head toward the TV.
“Possibly. Either way, I can’t wait to test it out.” Caleb had a devilish look on his face, and I could only imagine what he had planned. I was excited to find out, but wanted to get settled in first.
“Let me unpack, and then we can try it out,” I said, moving over to the freshly made king-size bed.
“No,” he said, coming up behind me.
He wasn’t touching me at the moment, but I could feel his breath on the back of my neck with my hair in a messy bun. I could smell his aftershave. My body had grown so attuned to his.
“But Sir—" I began to plead, but he stopped me mid-sentence by turning me around, picking me up, and placing me on the bed. He put his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
He lowered his head to eye level. “Someone was awfully sassy on the car ride up.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. “Let me remind you then. Telling me I drive like a grandma, asking me if I’ve had my eyes checked recently, and if I was signed up for AARP yet. Should I continue?”
I shrugged my shoulders innocently. “Those were serious questions. You were driving the speed limit; most people go a bit over it. Many cars passed us. I wanted to check that you had had a recent eye exam to make sure that you could see the speed limit signs. And confirming you’re fully insured while driving a motor vehicle is not something to joke about. ”
“You know damn well that I have car insurance. I was driving the speed limit, or like a grandma, to stay safe on the steep hills and to enjoy the view.”
“Well, there you go, I got my answers. Case closed,” I said, trying to get off the bed but finding that he wouldn’t move.
“Nice try, Theresa. Your sass is going to cost you,” he said in a stern tone that I was all too familiar with. “Clothes off, except your panties. Lie down on the bed on your stomach.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, complying with his instructions. No use making this worse for myself.
“Good girl,” he said once I got into the position he requested.
He ran his hand up and down my naked legs, across my exposed ass cheeks, and up my back. His touch trailed electricity over my skin.
“I really wish we didn’t have to start our vacation off this way, but you had to go and be naughty.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, hoping to sway him to skip my punishment. Yet, part of me craved the pain of each slap. It’d push me further and further toward a headspace that felt like I was floating on a cloud. My entire body would be relaxed.
“I appreciate hearing that, but it doesn’t change what was done,” he said, smacking my ass with medium pressure.
“Ouch!” I cried.
He gave me another dozen spanks, not as hard as the first one, but potent enough to hold my attention and make my backside burn.
“What is the most important thing to me, Theresa?” he asked as he rubbed my heated skin.
“My safety.”
“Yes,” he said, giving me a double swat with both his hands and then squeezing my cheeks.
“Oh,” I moaned as the pain was amplified by his grip.
“And do I ever joke about your safety?” he asked, releasing his hold and rubbing my tender flesh.
“No, Sir.”
He spanked my ass six more times. Each contact was hard and made my butt feel like it was on fire. I wanted to roll over to cover my bottom, but I knew that would lead to even further discipline.
“That’s right, I don’t,” he said, and his touch left my backside. “I was hoping I wasn’t going to have to use this on our trip, but I think it’s necessary to make my point clear.” I heard a bag being unzipped.
“What are you doing?” I asked, lifting my head.
A snap filled the room as I felt a sharp, stinging line across my butt. “No moving, Theresa.”
“I’m sorry,” I cried out, and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter, squeezing it tightly. He didn’t use implements often, but when he did, they hurt much more than his hand.
“I know you are, honey,” he said, as he gave me a reprieve and massaged my cheeks. “But I need to know you learned this lesson. So, you’ll get five licks with my cane.”
I groaned. He had only used this once before, and I had not been a fan. It was a small, smooth, rounded piece of wood, but it could pack quite a punch. The initial snap of pain was bad, and it also left a lingering sting.
“You have your safewords, use them if you need to, sweetie.”
“Yes, Sir.” I closed my eyes and pictured myself on the beach to try to relax. The visualization didn’t work.
He placed the first three licks in a row on my butt. They stung horribly, and I tried to control my breathing to manage the pain.
“Ugh,” I yelled into the bedspread.
“Only two more. You can do it, Theresa,” he said, gently patting my hot, tender skin.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, trying to relax my bottom as best I could. This was going to hurt no matter what, but I knew it’d be worse if my muscles were tense.
He landed the last two on my sit spots and I wanted to jump off the bed.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I kept repeating as I sobbed. The pain was concentrated, and it felt like my backside would never recover.
“Such a good girl. I’m proud of you, Theresa,” he cooed as he helped me turn around on the bed. He picked me up and pulled me in close.
I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his shirt. His masculine smell helped calm me down faster than anything else I knew of. He rubbed my back for several minutes. He didn’t say anything, letting me take my time to calm down.
“Thank you,” I finally said as I wiped away the remainder of my tears from my face.
“You’re welcome. Are you ready for more?”
I shifted my thighs together. The pain had settled into my core, creating a new kind of discomfort.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lie down on your stomach on the bed again.” I did as he asked and heard his pants unzipping. “I need you now, Theresa.”
“Wait, what about my panties?” I asked, realizing he had forgotten to have me take them off. I felt a tug at my waist and heard fabric tearing as he ripped my thong off.
“Problem solved.”
I smiled at his blatant display of force. When he was in the mood, nothing was going to stop him.
He guided his hard shaft between my thighs and sank into my warm heat.
“That’s good. Take all of me,” he encouraged as he filled me.
“Oh, God,” I groaned as I stretched around his manhood.
He squeezed my ass, the area still sensitive from my punishment. I cried out again as the pain turned into pleasure.
“Who do you belong to, Theresa?” he asked as he let go of my cheek and leaned forward to pull my hair.
“You, Sir,” I moaned, the pain pushing me right to the edge of subspace.
“Yes,” he grunted, thrusting farther into me. He set a fast pace, all without releasing his grip on my hair.
“Come for me, Theresa,” he commanded as he brought his left hand up to my breast and squeezed my pebbled nipple.
That little bit of stimulation was all I needed to have my pleasure consume me. I screamed as my muscles contracted and relaxed. I barely registered the warmth that filled my pussy or Caleb’s grunt as he found his release.
His body covered mine, and I found the pressure comforting. It felt like I was wearing a heated, weighted blanket. I was so sated, I could’ve fallen asleep.
“You were incredible, honey,” Caleb said, releasing my breast and hair.
“Thank you, Sir. You too,” I responded without moving an inch.
He pulled his cock out of me as he stood up. “You need to get up, go pee, and then we can take a shower together.”
“No bath?” I asked, thinking of that large tub again. A nice, long soak in it sounded like the ideal way to spend our evening.
“Later. We need to get cleaned up. I made reservations at a restaurant downtown. I don’t want us to miss it.”
“Do we have to?” I whined, still not attempting to move from my position on the bed.
A sharp smack on my backside had me jumping to attention. My skin was hypersensitive after the intense play session.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Theresa. I promise you won’t like the consequences,” he said as I faced him to protect my butt, despite knowing this would do nothing to stop him.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I noticed he was smiling at me. “What?”
“You look adorable and very well satisfied,” he answered, pulling me in for a hug.
“It’s because I am.”
“That’s just the way I like it.” He gave me a kiss on my forehead.
We headed to the shower together. Caleb helped me wash; my legs were still quivering from my punishment and the pounding I had just taken. We got out of the shower and started drying off with the thin hotel towels.
“Let me help you,” he said, pulling my towel over my head and ruffling my hair.
“Hey,” I exclaimed, pulling it off. My hair stood up at odd angles. “Now I look like a psycho.”
“No, you look very cute.”
“Of course you’d say that,” I said, looking for my hairbrush.
I took a step toward the main room, but Caleb stopped me by putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me to face him.
“Damn right I will, and I’ll continue saying it forever.”
I looked up at his handsome face. He was smiling, and his eyes were lit up. It hit me like a bolt of lightning that I didn’t want to ever be without this man.
“I love you, Caleb.”
“I love you too, Theresa,” he responded without hesitation.
In that moment, it felt like the entire world had stopped and it was just the two of us. I had never felt happier or closer to someone in my entire life. He bent his head forward for a kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He broke our connection, breathing hard. “As much as I want to continue this, we have our reservations.”
My stomach grumbled, making us both laugh. “Guess I can’t argue with you.”