into the mattress, kicking her feet and lifting her
heels to block him. He smacked the back of her bare legs four times with his
broad hand.
“I told you no kicking, Samantha. Mind me. Put those legs
down, now,” he reminded her calmly, resuming his position over her with his
belt. She lost count of how many strokes she received, her bottom finally
growing numb from the searing lashes. They never seemed to end, and she felt as
though her backend had been reduced to mush. She was soaked with sweat by time
he finished, sobbing helplessly into her duvet.
Rich slowly returned his belt to its proper place around his
trim waist and buckled it. “To your feet, Samantha. Quickly. Do you think that
you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam sobbed, using her hands to cover her face.
He pulled them away. “Look at me,” he ordered gently. It was
a difficult move to make; her shame was so deep that she did not want to face
him. Reluctantly, she obeyed. His eyes were warm again and filled with love for
her. “I love you. So much that I will do that again if it means ensuring your
safety. My world would crumble if anything ever happened to you, Sam. Come to
me, baby. Let me hold you.”
She fell into his arms, weeping uncontrollably. He felt
himself stirring under her embrace. No! Now was not the time! His head started
to swim as he struggled against his own desires and needs. “Are you swirling
me, little girl?” he barked, pushing her away.
She shook her head vehemently, tears still pouring down her
face. “No! I swear! I can’t concentrate to do that. Honest, Rich. Please
believe me.”
“Then what… what the hell…” He grabbed his temple, closing
his eyes. It was too powerful. The need to make love to her was too strong to
resist for much longer. “I’m sorry, I need to get out of here for a minute.”
“Are you still mad at me? Did I do something else wrong?” She
sniffed. She was accustomed to being cuddled after being punished, for as long
as she needed. Stopping so soon was too abrupt for her, and insecurities
flooded within her mind.
“No, these swirls are forcing me to want to make love to you
and I need to stop them.”
“I see. Then you better leave. I certainly wouldn’t want you
do something you didn’t want to do. Especially with me.” She sounded sad,
rejected.
Rich looked at her apologetically, “Honey, this is not the
time. Please, try to understand. You need to trust me. I’ll be back soon.”
He raced downstairs and plunged his head under the kitchen
faucet. Even this far away, the urge was too great. He tried to meditate it
away, but still felt the pull. Damn it, he needed her. He looked at the clock;
it was seven in the evening. The breeze from the ocean was warm and soothing,
whistling gently through the open deck doors. He went on to the deck, watching
the late sunset. Decision made, Rich ventured upstairs.
Sam was lying face down on her bed, sleeping off her session
with him. She was beautiful, her body bathed in the orange rays of the summer
sunset, looking like a golden goddess with fiery red hair. She hadn’t bothered
to replace her panties, and her red backside peaked enticingly out from under a
long tee shirt. Rich gently climbed onto the bed next to her and began to
stroke the back of her thighs and tiny round bottom. She opened her eyes and
looked at him with sadness.
“I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you. You need to accept
that I mean business,” he said, his fingers tracing the soft skin along her
long legs. He mused about the length of them despite her short stature. A
supermodel body compacted into a 5’2” frame. He was one lucky man to have found
her. She needed to know how much he appreciated her inviting him into her life.
She sniffed, nodding. “It was my fault. I was stupid.”
“Are you up to coming downstairs with me? We could walk on
the beach.”
“I’m grounded, remember?”
“I’m lifting it since Mike isn’t here. You paid the
heels to block him. He smacked the back of her bare legs four times with his
broad hand.
“I told you no kicking, Samantha. Mind me. Put those legs
down, now,” he reminded her calmly, resuming his position over her with his
belt. She lost count of how many strokes she received, her bottom finally
growing numb from the searing lashes. They never seemed to end, and she felt as
though her backend had been reduced to mush. She was soaked with sweat by time
he finished, sobbing helplessly into her duvet.
Rich slowly returned his belt to its proper place around his
trim waist and buckled it. “To your feet, Samantha. Quickly. Do you think that
you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam sobbed, using her hands to cover her face.
He pulled them away. “Look at me,” he ordered gently. It was
a difficult move to make; her shame was so deep that she did not want to face
him. Reluctantly, she obeyed. His eyes were warm again and filled with love for
her. “I love you. So much that I will do that again if it means ensuring your
safety. My world would crumble if anything ever happened to you, Sam. Come to
me, baby. Let me hold you.”
She fell into his arms, weeping uncontrollably. He felt
himself stirring under her embrace. No! Now was not the time! His head started
to swim as he struggled against his own desires and needs. “Are you swirling
me, little girl?” he barked, pushing her away.
She shook her head vehemently, tears still pouring down her
face. “No! I swear! I can’t concentrate to do that. Honest, Rich. Please
believe me.”
“Then what… what the hell…” He grabbed his temple, closing
his eyes. It was too powerful. The need to make love to her was too strong to
resist for much longer. “I’m sorry, I need to get out of here for a minute.”
“Are you still mad at me? Did I do something else wrong?” She
sniffed. She was accustomed to being cuddled after being punished, for as long
as she needed. Stopping so soon was too abrupt for her, and insecurities
flooded within her mind.
“No, these swirls are forcing me to want to make love to you
and I need to stop them.”
“I see. Then you better leave. I certainly wouldn’t want you
do something you didn’t want to do. Especially with me.” She sounded sad,
rejected.
Rich looked at her apologetically, “Honey, this is not the
time. Please, try to understand. You need to trust me. I’ll be back soon.”
He raced downstairs and plunged his head under the kitchen
faucet. Even this far away, the urge was too great. He tried to meditate it
away, but still felt the pull. Damn it, he needed her. He looked at the clock;
it was seven in the evening. The breeze from the ocean was warm and soothing,
whistling gently through the open deck doors. He went on to the deck, watching
the late sunset. Decision made, Rich ventured upstairs.
Sam was lying face down on her bed, sleeping off her session
with him. She was beautiful, her body bathed in the orange rays of the summer
sunset, looking like a golden goddess with fiery red hair. She hadn’t bothered
to replace her panties, and her red backside peaked enticingly out from under a
long tee shirt. Rich gently climbed onto the bed next to her and began to
stroke the back of her thighs and tiny round bottom. She opened her eyes and
looked at him with sadness.
“I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you. You need to accept
that I mean business,” he said, his fingers tracing the soft skin along her
long legs. He mused about the length of them despite her short stature. A
supermodel body compacted into a 5’2” frame. He was one lucky man to have found
her. She needed to know how much he appreciated her inviting him into her life.
She sniffed, nodding. “It was my fault. I was stupid.”
“Are you up to coming downstairs with me? We could walk on
the beach.”
“I’m grounded, remember?”
“I’m lifting it since Mike isn’t here. You paid the
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