was supposed to be done with anything less than mutual consent.
So he was going to spank her, good and hard. But that didn't mean that he had to like doing it.
And therein lay the hitch.
Intellectually, he hated to hurt her. In fact, he'd spent all of his life trying to make sure that she didn't get hurt, yet here he was, sitting up against the headboard. It nearly killed him to do it, and he had to do a certain amount of psyching himself up in order to actually go through with the act.
He could see her crestfallen look, as if she'd really bought into the idea that she could use sex to wheedle out of a punishment that she knew well and good she had coming, and his lips were tugged into a reluctant grin as he pulled her over his lap and slid her elastic waist shorts and panties just to the tops of her knees. Generally, he didn't find anything amusing about these punishments at all.
But his body loved it. How could it not? She was practically naked - except for her shirt and bra - and covered a part of his body that wanted her the most. But it wasn't just her close proximity, he was afraid. It was the spanking itself, which he purported to hate.
He reached over her to grab the paddle, putting it next to her head so that she could see and dread it as he gave her a warm up spanking.
He knew that some of it was the physical intimacy, but that the majority of it was the psychological intimacy, and frankly, the power. The idea that this grown woman was lying over his lap with her bottom - her beautiful, firmly rounded bottom - bared so that he could apply a physical correction to it that had no resemblance to any sort of play acting, and was going to hurt her and make her cry - had him completely hard again even after she'd completely drained him only minutes before.
Gain reached down and smoothed her hair back from her eyes. "You know why you're here, don't you?"
Pouting her lips outrageously, Nina nodded. "Yeah."
His big hand covered her rear. "And why is that?"
"B-because I bought us a really nice plasma TV when I knew we hadn't agreed to it."
"Very good. And, just out of a sense of morbid curiosity, how did you pay for the television, Nina?"
She had the good grace to gulp. "I put it on a new store card so I could get an extra ten percent off."
"And what's the rule about credit cards in our house?"
"No new ones, and don't use the ones we have unless we both agree to."
Gain caught her eye. "So you deliberately disobeyed me twice, then, didn't you?"
Nina sighed. "Yes, I did."
That big hand rubbed over and over her bottom, before he started spanking, when the rubbing would do her no good at all. "Then you're going to get two punishments, Nina. Two bad punishments. One right now and one tonight, after our guests leave. And," he added, just for good measure in case she didn't realize exactly what was going to happen, "you're going to return that television as soon as possible. We're not going to watch it tonight and then send it back - "
"But - "
All it took was a look, and she wished she hadn't spoken.
Gain continued, as if she hadn't. "And then you're going to cancel the card completely, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." She was wondering about the inevitable shipping and restocking charges, but she wasn't about to bring them up.
"And you're not going to do something like this again, are you?"
Nina bit her lip. "No, Sir."
"That's right; because I'm going to make sure that your bottom starts to sting if the thought so much as crosses your mind."
He was horridly good at this. So good that he had her kicking her legs up and actively trying to squirm off his lap within the first ten swats. It didn't help that his hand was so big and hard and unforgiving - he didn't really need the paddle, he had his own home grown one! He didn't really establish a rhythm, just swatted those lovely cheeks over and over, up and down, then down the tender backs of her legs, which drew even louder screams.
Nina's legs kicked his hands as he
So he was going to spank her, good and hard. But that didn't mean that he had to like doing it.
And therein lay the hitch.
Intellectually, he hated to hurt her. In fact, he'd spent all of his life trying to make sure that she didn't get hurt, yet here he was, sitting up against the headboard. It nearly killed him to do it, and he had to do a certain amount of psyching himself up in order to actually go through with the act.
He could see her crestfallen look, as if she'd really bought into the idea that she could use sex to wheedle out of a punishment that she knew well and good she had coming, and his lips were tugged into a reluctant grin as he pulled her over his lap and slid her elastic waist shorts and panties just to the tops of her knees. Generally, he didn't find anything amusing about these punishments at all.
But his body loved it. How could it not? She was practically naked - except for her shirt and bra - and covered a part of his body that wanted her the most. But it wasn't just her close proximity, he was afraid. It was the spanking itself, which he purported to hate.
He reached over her to grab the paddle, putting it next to her head so that she could see and dread it as he gave her a warm up spanking.
He knew that some of it was the physical intimacy, but that the majority of it was the psychological intimacy, and frankly, the power. The idea that this grown woman was lying over his lap with her bottom - her beautiful, firmly rounded bottom - bared so that he could apply a physical correction to it that had no resemblance to any sort of play acting, and was going to hurt her and make her cry - had him completely hard again even after she'd completely drained him only minutes before.
Gain reached down and smoothed her hair back from her eyes. "You know why you're here, don't you?"
Pouting her lips outrageously, Nina nodded. "Yeah."
His big hand covered her rear. "And why is that?"
"B-because I bought us a really nice plasma TV when I knew we hadn't agreed to it."
"Very good. And, just out of a sense of morbid curiosity, how did you pay for the television, Nina?"
She had the good grace to gulp. "I put it on a new store card so I could get an extra ten percent off."
"And what's the rule about credit cards in our house?"
"No new ones, and don't use the ones we have unless we both agree to."
Gain caught her eye. "So you deliberately disobeyed me twice, then, didn't you?"
Nina sighed. "Yes, I did."
That big hand rubbed over and over her bottom, before he started spanking, when the rubbing would do her no good at all. "Then you're going to get two punishments, Nina. Two bad punishments. One right now and one tonight, after our guests leave. And," he added, just for good measure in case she didn't realize exactly what was going to happen, "you're going to return that television as soon as possible. We're not going to watch it tonight and then send it back - "
"But - "
All it took was a look, and she wished she hadn't spoken.
Gain continued, as if she hadn't. "And then you're going to cancel the card completely, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." She was wondering about the inevitable shipping and restocking charges, but she wasn't about to bring them up.
"And you're not going to do something like this again, are you?"
Nina bit her lip. "No, Sir."
"That's right; because I'm going to make sure that your bottom starts to sting if the thought so much as crosses your mind."
He was horridly good at this. So good that he had her kicking her legs up and actively trying to squirm off his lap within the first ten swats. It didn't help that his hand was so big and hard and unforgiving - he didn't really need the paddle, he had his own home grown one! He didn't really establish a rhythm, just swatted those lovely cheeks over and over, up and down, then down the tender backs of her legs, which drew even louder screams.
Nina's legs kicked his hands as he
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