Chapter Six #2
Her thigh was patted to signal it was time to get up and go over his knee.
Her tummy did flips, her sex lubricated, and her heart swelled.
She was loathing the actual spanking, but her body knew it was a craving.
She had no desire but to be naked before him.
Her heart lay bare, her mind, body and soul naked to his touch, his kiss, but at risk of his pain, open to his correction.
This was the moment of acceptance of her faults, her broken parts, her needs, and all of his. She had to accept his healing so that she could effect some healing of her own. This was the first real step to accepting him, really accepting them.
She slid gracefully over his lap. She had enough practice in the sexy spankings for this part to be second nature.
As was always his preamble, he ran his work-hardened hand over her smooth skin, heightening her awareness and her senses to his touch.
She relaxed in the familiarity of the simple, predictable act.
Smack, smack. Within moments, he lit into her pretty little ass like lightning gone rogue, covering every part of her bared striking zone.
Oh, God, this isn’t sexy, this hurts. The whimper slipped out before she could corral it. He rubbed again.
“This,” Quinn started, his voice strong and instructional, “is for honesty. If you had been honest with me...” his hand landed hard twice in the same spot before changing cheeks to repeat the action, “...you would not have gotten so sick that an emergency visit to the doctor was necessary and a hospital preferred.” Spanking in the same two and two tattoo rhythmically in time to his words, he continued.
“To avoid what could have been an easy fix, you lied to me. We agreed not to lie to each other and you did it to cover your dishonesty about what was wrong with you. You told me it was your monthly to get me off your back when you continued to not feel well. I won’t believe you next time, you know.
In fact, for quite a while, I won’t believe you at all when it comes to your health. ”
“I said it was womanly. Not my period.” Four more rapid swats to her backside drew out her, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.”
“Good to hear, but it won’t help you now until you’ve built up trust again.
Trust, that’s a great little word. It means...
” he moved his party to the underside of her cheeks, “...that you believe in me and my love for you. That you have confidence that I’ll understand your problems and help you through them even if I don’t fix them for you. ”
Cheyenne was sweating, and she wanted to soothe her bottom and kick her legs. She had to concentrate on not doing that. Her breathing quickened. Quinn slowed down and caressed her backside again.
“Stand up, mo milis, it’s time to finish this off over the sofa back. You know the drill.”
“What? Wait. I don’t, I mean, do we have to?”
“Are you playing your yellow card?”
“No, but maybe I want to safe word.”
“Do you? We aren’t playing, baby, and it really isn’t on the table. Do you need yellow?”
She hesitated, and he waited, as she knew he always would. “No.”
“Right, then drape yourself over the sofa, beag amháin.”
Cheyenne whimpered again, knowing the handprints on her bottom were still vibrating, and the heat would only build if he added leather to the mix.
Her breathing increased. She wasn’t sure she wanted to endure.
She would submit, but taking correction in that submission was hard.
He was using his endearments, she reminded herself. My sweet. Little one.
“Cheyenne, you need to do as you’re told and listen to me for a minute.
Health, safety, honesty, trust—all areas you’ve violated, and I have just about had my fill of you trying to take control when you’re in the wrong.
Even if we were not in a lifestyle such as ours, it would never be okay for you to lie to me, endanger your health and safety or violate our trust for each other. ”
She heard the belt slip from his belt loops, and the ominous swish made her tremble in anticipation.
Wait, the belt and the strap, surely not.
She loved that strip of leather he wore around his waist, and she hated it.
She could imagine him rolling the whole of his palm that grasped the buckle with the beginning of the belt, leaving a perfect length for delivering his message.
The tingling again, and her sex flooded. The anticipation hurt her stomach.
The swat was a decent thawp. Okay, harder than playing, he was serious. “Ahhh. I get it,
Quinn, don’t lie to you.” Thwap. Thwap. “Quinn, I understand. Honey, I get it,” her voice trembled. Thwap. Thwap. “I won’t do it again. I won’t do any of it again. I was wrong. I’ll talk to you.”
“Better.” He stopped to run his hand on a bottom she was positive glowed.
Cheyenne was praying he was done when he swung again, and she was about to screech, yellow only it never landed. The expected kiss of the leather never happened. She heard it hit the floor; the buckle clanged.
“That’s all, piscín. I think we understand each other.”
She relaxed. He knew. He had an uncanny way of knowing how far to take her, but not further.
He paid such close attention. He had earned her trust repeatedly.
Proven his love by not going past what she could endure.
He lifted her up after kissing and loving her tortured behind to comfort her.
He had been careful not to land on her upper thighs, and his belt had only licked the sweet spot once, but leather and her sit spot were always a memorable meeting.
Bringing her up, he led her to lie partially on him, after which he grabbed a throw from beside him and snuggled her close.
It was an incredible feeling to be swaddled tight to him.
Her bottom was hot, but so was the rest of her.
She wiggled provocatively, moaning with the friction of her mons on his jeans.
He swatted her once, bringing her up short. It only made her hotter.
“I know what you need, piscín, but we will first finish talking about this doctor problem.”
Cheyenne fiddled with his snaps on his western shirt, unsnapping two.
“Stand up, Cheyenne.”
“NO,” she yelped. “No. I’ll stop.” She released his shirt with a huff of exasperated, unmet need.
“We need to talk before I light your fireworks.”
“Ha. You already lit the match. I just need you to touch it to the fuse and let them go.”
His laugh came from deep in his chest, making her almost purr. “Duly noted.” He changed his tone. “I think I have an idea of what we might do to start lowering your fear of doctors and their workplaces.” He stopped to bring her head up for a kiss before continuing.
Quinn continued. “Realistically, you can’t go without ever seeing a doctor, and when we have children, you’ll need to see a doctor often.”
Cheyenne lifted her head. “No, see, I have that all worked out. I don’t mind nurses, and probably a midwife would be fine.”
He nodded, but she could see he was skeptical. “Listen to my idea.”
Cheyenne did cautiously before agreeing to try his idea out, but with all her safe words deployable. They decided to start work the following weekend.