Penny #2
The man I’ve known this past week would give an iceberg a run for its money. Unless my clothes are off. The man tonight is actually smiling and laughing.
A part of me likes seeing that the side of him I remember is still there, even if he hides it well these days. The other part of me is ticked off. How can he find humour after telling me he’s screwing me over?
I won’t let him do it.
I’m going to change his mind.
How? When? I don’t know. Jacob is unyielding when his mind is set, and Elizabeth hinted she’s planning on spending the night.
But I’ll figure something out.
* * *
“That was delicious, Penny. I should’ve let you make me that omelette this morning.”
I smile at Elizabeth. “I’ll make it for you tomorrow.”
“Pretty, sweet, and cooks delicious meals? It won’t be long before someone wifes you up.” She turns a grin to Jacob. “You’ll be walking her down the aisle soon, Jakey.”
Jacob doesn’t return her smile. He looks annoyed. He makes a soft scoff and abruptly stands with his empty plate, taking it over to the dishwasher.
I gather up my and Elizabeth’s plates and carry them over to the dishwasher too. Jacob wordlessly takes them from me.
When his fingers brush over mine, my stomach flips. I dart my gaze up to catch his stare. The first night I came here, it was an accident when our faces came too close after he took my plate. He totally touched me on purpose just now.
I linger beside the dishwasher, fiddling with the collar as I watch him rinse and stack the plates.
Last night floats through my mind again, especially that moment he tenderly kissed and licked my stomach then looked into my eyes.
It felt special.
Honest.
For a few seconds, it didn’t matter that I once betrayed him, or that he was punishing me for it, or even who were to each other.
Then he literally ran away.
Is that the real reason why he’s taking me home tomorrow?
He shuts the dishwasher and meets my gaze again. Chair legs scraping on the floor draws our attention. Elizabeth is standing, watching us.
For how long?
Tension fills my body because that sharpness in her eyes is back.
“After a meal that good, I want to have a little chat with Mary Jane but I’m out of tobacco,” she says. “I’m going to go buy some. You guys want anything?”
Jacob says no. I ask for some red licorice twists. As soon as the front door closes after her, I don’t waste a second of my window of opportunity the universe just gifted me. I turn to Jacob.
“I’m sorry.” Own your wrongdoing with courage. “I’m sorry I disobeyed you and went outside like you told me not to.”
He glances at me as he washes the large pan in the sink. He doesn’t say anything. I grip the edge of the counter and forge ahead.
“That first day when you said we’re going to see this through, I said the same thing to myself before you did. It’s necessary we keep our promise.”
He pauses rinsing the pan and looks at me.
“Of course. Because of the money.”
I take my time to find the right words before I speak.
“All these years, I never reached out because you never did. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me—for good reason—and I believed you would never forgive me. Now I’m here with you. This is a chance to heal things between us, but it will never happen if you take me home tomorrow.”
He stares at me before looking away to finish rinsing the pan. His movements are slow as he sets the pan on the drying mat beside the sink, then dries his hands on the kitchen towel, avoiding my gaze.
Finally, he sets the towel down and lets out a long exhale. He moves closer, a determined glint in his eyes.
“If I let you stay, I’ll have to punish you. I can’t let you get away with disobeying my rules scot-free.”
My relief is bittersweet.
“I—I understand.” I press my clasped hands to my stomach to quell the flutters. “How will you punish me?”
Jacob abruptly turns and leaves the kitchen without responding. He returns a short moment later with something in his hand and takes a seat on the couch.
He sets the object down on the coffee table. It’s a bottle of lotion.
“Come here, Penelope.”
Compelled by his stern voice, I move to him.
What does he need the lotion for?
I’m about to sit beside him when he raises his hand then pats just above his knees twice.
“Lie across my legs.”
Like that damn moose, I stare stupidly at the truth barrelling toward me.
Oh my god.
It’s never been done to me, but with punishment on the menu for tonight, there’s no question what he intends to do. That’s the main purpose for a position like that.
“Are you… are you going to spank me?” My voice pitches higher on the last two words.
“Yes.”
No smiles on his lips or amusement in his eyes.
This man is dead serious.
“But… Liz!” I dart an anxious glance at the front door. “She’ll be back any second!”
“The only place open at this hour that sells smokes is the convenience store ten minutes away. She’ll probably have one first before she heads back. We have plenty of time for an impactful lesson.”
As always, whenever Jacob reveals one of his unpleasant surprises, reluctance is thicker than the blood in my body, making it harder to move.
I should’ve known my punishment would be something humiliating. It’s always Jacob’s first choice.
I stare at his legs in his dark grey drawstring pants, raise my gaze past his beige shirt, and meet his expectant stare.
Just get it over with.
Awkwardly, I crawl over his lap, letting my body sink fully on top of him. He hooks his arms over me and adjusts me so that my hips lie directly over his lap.
Warmth creeps into my face when I feel a soft lump under my pelvis. I don’t have to guess what that is. At least he’s not hard.
“Lie flat,” he orders.
My arms are flat on the couch cushion, bracketing my head, and my breasts are squished under me. I turn my face to the side so I can breathe, and also so I can see Jacob’s face and what he’s doing out of the corner of my eye.
Although, I’ll soon be feeling it.
He looks at me. “Are you comfortable?”
“Not with what’s about to happen.”
“You’re embarrassed.”
“Very. I’m an adult. Adults don’t get spanked!”
He smiles. “Disobedient ones do.”
I scowl, then I stiffen when he gently slides his hand over my ass, blatantly caressing me.
“Are you going to try anything inappropriate?” I demand.
“I’m going to spank you ten times,” he says, not answering my question. “Three for leaving the house, another three for watching the TV without my permission, and three for protesting when I ordered you to lie across my legs.”
“I didn’t protest. I was just worried your sister—”
“You’re protesting right now.”
I let out a huff. “That’s nine spanks for three reasons. What’s the last one for?”
“I like even numbers.” He hooks his fingers into the back of my leggings. “I’m going to pull these down. Lift your hips.”
Reluctantly, I obey, my humiliation climbing with the descent of my leggings down my hips.
Jacob leaves it around my thighs, my behind exposed to the cool air and his gaze. To make matters worse, he bunches my underwear in his fist and tugs it between my cheeks, giving me a wedgie.
I wish Elizabeth would return right now so he can’t go through with this. No, he would only delay it until she’s gone, and it might be worse. Tonight, he has a time limit. Any other time, he’ll have free rein to spank me for as long as he likes.
“You could’ve done it over my leggings.” My face is burning hot enough to boil water.
“I want you to feel the sting.”
“You want me to suffer?”
“No, sweetheart.” He slides his hand over my left butt cheek. My treacherous body wakes to his endearment and his warm touch. I gasp when he squeezes my flesh possessively. “I want you to never forget the promise you’re about to make.”
He grabs my hair into a tight ponytail with his free hand, then he delivers a firm swat on the cheek he just lovingly caressed.
The splat as his hand connects with my skin is loud in the room. I cry out and buck, mostly from shock. While it stung, he didn’t spank me hard.
“I want you to say, ‘I promise I won’t disobey you again, Daddy,” he commands. “You’ll say it after each one. Go ahead.”
“I… I promise I won’t disobey you again, Daddy.”
He caresses my right butt cheek.
“Will you keep that promise, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Yes…?”
“Yes, Daddy. I will.”
“My sweet Penny is such a good girl,” he murmurs, satisfaction in his voice.
To my shame, calling him Daddy feels too good even though it’s really wrong. His praise feels even better. Like oxygen after being forced to hold my breath for too long.
What doesn’t feel as enjoyable is the second spank that comes down on my right butt cheek. My ass jiggles because it’s harder than the first one. I yelp from the stinging heat spreading under my skin and whimper the words Jacob wants me to say.
“I promise I won’t disobey you again, Daddy.”
He soothes my cheek with another gentle rub before sliding his hand over to the other one. The pattern is becoming clear.
First comes the honey.
Then comes the sting.
I tense in preparation.
Swat!
I flinch and gasp out my promise, the burning ache seemingly going deeper into my flesh than the first two times.
“Don’t tighten your body. It will hurt more if you do, as you just experienced.”
“You said you wanted it to sting.”
“I want to leave a memory, not lasting damage.” He sweeps his hand over my aching cheek, soothing it. “Relax.”
It’s hard to follow his instruction because it goes against my instinct to limit pain exposure. When I force myself to relax and accept his fourth spank, it still makes me whimper though the ache is easier to bear. I offer up my promise again while my skin tingles from my punishment.
The fifth spank descends.
Then the sixth.
And I realize the lump under my pelvis isn’t so soft anymore. Between my legs is also taking notice of his caresses too. When his fingers skim close to my pussy, I have to restrain myself from arching my hips in search of his touch.
The last four spanks make my promises come out breathy. I’m burning up when it’s over, my ass warm and throbbing. My pussy too.