Chapter Six
Cheyenne stared at Quinn, feeling regret and knowing it was showing on her face.
She shook her head at her uncontrollable tongue.
Really, though, the tongue was only doing what the mind was telling it to say, and because of it, now she was going to end up doing what he wanted.
She figured her tongue would get off easier than she would.
“Sorry, I just don’t think I have to tell you everything,” she tried with a more passive voice and not looking at him, as she didn’t move to comply, but it was obvious the words and tone did not match her inaction.
“I’m sorry too, a stór, but this can’t happen again.
Informing me of everything isn’t the goal here; it is to tell me the important things and to take my direction if it is for your own good.
You can talk to me and discuss your viewpoints respectfully.
Now, do what I said. I want to see your beautiful breasts and your luscious ass. ”
“To spank me.”
Quinn walked over and picked up his leather case, and she heard him take out papers. She sneaked a peek and found him giving her the “Dom” look as if he knew she was going to stop to check out what he was doing.
“Anois, Cheyenne.” His impatience was obviously growing.
Submission left again. She faced him and yelled, “I am, damn it!” Her face flushed with her emotions.
Quinn said not a word but taking two strides to bring him alongside Cheyenne; he turned her around and landed several hard smacks to her still panty-covered bottom under partially removed yoga pants.
“Is that enough of an attitude adjustment or do we need to address it further?”
“I hate it when you go all macho on me. I’m a person in my own right.”
“Yes but you’re also part of me. You don’t have the right to risk your health in our relationship.
It isn’t how I... we do things.” Seeing there was no further movement to undress, he noted, “I see you need more.” He turned her to slap her ass again, repeating his warning, leaving his handprint overlapping the last ones, handprints showing along her panty’s edge.
“Take the rest off now before I take it off for you. And I would not advise that if you like that shirt or that cute panty set.”
She yanked her clothes off and tossed them in a pile in the only corner close to her.
“Perfect. Now go to that corner and fold those clothes facing the wall, bent over.” He was so calm, as though he wasn’t pushing all her buttons.
“Now that’s ridiculous.” She stood with her arms crossed over her breasts. Oddly, she felt her muff was covered well enough.
“No, what is ridiculous is that you think you’ve any influence over this now. You gave up your chance unless you’re playing your yellow card.”
He sent her to the corner with another searing smack to her bottom cheeks when she didn’t respond, and its message was acknowledged in her yelp and immediate reaching back to soothe her nates.
“Those hands are to be on the clothes not your ass, Cheyenne.”
She screeched her irritation but reached down and folded the clothing, giving Quinn a perfect view of all the jewels in her buried treasure trove.
“Now what?” she asked, standing up straight and placing her hands on her hips, bared breasts forgotten in her irritation.
“You’re a sassy minx tonight, aren’t you?” came his exasperated reply.
“No, I’m a frustrated, irritated, irate woman who is going to say this only one time. I hate doctors and no matter how angry you are at that, no matter how sick I get, I’m still not seeing a doctor if I don’t have to. That’s my right.”
“Are you playing your yellow card?”
“Yes. No.”
That was when she really noticed Quinn. She saw he wasn’t looking at the papers he had in front of him but was leaned back on the couch with one arm on the back, the other hand on the armrest propping his chin and right ankle sitting on the left knee.
He was everything she ever needed, and he deserved her everything. She looked at him cautiously. His facial expression was pained, as though he had a problem he was trying to puzzle out. She was his problem, as usual.
“Quinn?” She took a step out of the corner she was never really in, unsure what to do. “What’s wrong?”
“Turn around, cailín dána.” Cheyenne faltered, still unsure what to do with the unfamiliar sight of a nonplussed, if not worried, Quinn.
“I’m sorry,” her hesitant voice said sweetly.
“I know, a lómhara, but I have to work this problem out. Turn around while I do that.”
He’d called her precious, even now. “I want to help. Why won’t you let me help figure things out, whatever it is?” Cheyenne asked Quinn with a mixture of irritation and concern. “If I’m the problem, then I want to be part of the solution! Unless...”
“Right, then turn around and calm down, that will help a lot. Look at the wall, think of sandy beaches and blue waters or mountain waterfalls, streams with deer frolicking. Think about whatever will settle you down, hell, think of a solution you haven’t tried to fix this doctor thing while I think. ”
After a moment, she did turn around. This wasn’t humiliation; it was Quinn’s way of taking control of the situation.
His way of removing the chaos that had ensued.
She needed to tell him what she already knew of her fears.
She didn’t know it all and was not sure she wanted to examine it too closely right now, but she would share what she could.
She tried to relax and finally found her safe and calming place, residing mentally in his arms. She existed there until she felt Quinn’s hand on her shoulder.
“Better?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“Sir. This is also punishment.” His voice was loving.
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned down to kiss her forehead then pulled back, looking into her face. “You are better.”
She nodded. “So are you.”
He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I am.”
He led her over to the sofa, and Cheyenne sucked in a breath when she saw a leather strap, the small, thin one that concentrated its sting. The one she loved to hate so much.
“This is discipline, a lómhara and you will know it when we are done unless you’re safe wording.
” His voice remained calm and steady. “You’re my whole world.
The person I get up for in the morning. You’re who brings a smile to my face and a spring in my step.
You’re also the one who can set my temper flaring and my hand itching.
I can’t and won’t allow you to take the types of chances with yourself as you’ve done recently.
And after this lesson, I hope you never do it again. ”
Cheyenne shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Good.” He sat down and pointed the way she should lay over his knees.
This was it. She accepted either that he would discipline her or she wouldn’t.
If she didn’t, she knew he would not force the issue, but what would happen after that was anyone’s guess.
He said she could challenge him, but if she did and his mind was not changed, she accepted his discipline.
This brought them back to the question of, did she accept it?
She wanted to clarify, and if it was the right answer, she knew she would. This time, anyway.
“Sir?”
Quinn looked up in surprise before softening his full countenance into a smile. “Yes, a lómhara?”
“I don’t think it’s fair to punish me because I’m afraid to do something.”
Quinn reached up and pulled her onto the lap he was ready to lay her over and waited. She put her head on his shoulder, allowing him to draw her in snugly.
“I really am afraid and have been for a long time. I have this crazy panic when I see a doctor in his office. Since I was a little girl, I’ve panicked.
And then, with the allergic reaction and then later Dad dying in the hospital, it just cemented that fear of anything doctor. ” Quinn dropped a kiss on temple.
“Honey, that isn’t what this session is about.
I agree, disciplining you for having fear is irrational.
I wouldn’t do that, but when you risk your health and welfare by misrepresenting the facts because of a particular fear, we have a problem.
Not allowing me to care for you, take care of you, hurts us.
Not being honest about how sick you were, and disobeying when I tried to help you is why we are having this session.
“But if that’s what this is about, it all stems from my fears.”
“No, that isn’t true. We agreed that your health, our health was important and should not be neglected and yet, you’ve found no opportunity to address your fears.
The only time the subject arises is when you are too ill to avoid the doctor’s visit before yelling about your fear of pretty much the whole medical community.
Not just that you don’t like doctors, which I knew, but to the panic attack stage, which I didn’t know.
” He shook his head in nonacceptance. “You lied about how sick you were on purpose, not by saying you were afraid to go, but by misrepresenting your illness. You disobeyed me by not going and not explaining you had more than just a problem with doctors. So, unfortunately, while your fear is an issue we will deal with, that isn’t why we are here today. ”
His tone had gotten firmer, more confident, and less gentle, signaling that he was soon going to call the talking for this session at an end. She knew he was right, and she wanted to resent it, but couldn’t. Did she accept this was how it was going to be, how she needed it to be, or did she say no?
Cheyenne took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Quinn looked relieved, and she could only guess he expected to battle this out and then force the issue, but she ended it.
“We’re good then?” he verified.
She nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Sir, we’re good.”