“Thank you.”
“I like that you wear matching bras and panties.” He paused. “Does your bra match these panties? I bet it does.” Sean didn’t know why exactly he was asking her that question, considering that he was being driven out of his mind at just the sight of that scrap of lace covering her behind. He didn’t really need to torture himself any more than he already was, but the question was out there now, and he wanted to know the answer.
“Yes.”
Tess heard his heavy sigh, felt his fingers slipping boldly beneath the lacy edges of her panties to curve around the very flesh he was shortly going to be punishing, as if testing their mettle before delivering her sentence.
“You have a gorgeous behind,” he breathed, leaning down to press his lips to that slightly indented spot where her spine ended and her bottom began, making her shiver in the process.
“Thank you.” That was another thing he was teaching her the hard way: that when someone complimented her, if she couldn’t think of anything positive to say, that she was to simply say “thanks.” Protesting or trying to deflect the compliment in any way would get her into trouble. He had already warned her that as she continued to repeat the same error, the quality and length of her punishments would grow correspondingly. She already knew better than to test him on that. He wasn’t the type to lie. Whatever he said he was going to do, he damned well did it, damn it.
In some ways, she wished he was more like a few of her earlier boyfriends – much more wishy-washy and apt to not stick to his guns. No such luck with Sean. She had been waiting, always torn between hoping that he wouldn’t do that which she wanted him to do and hoping that he would do it. She never felt prepared for what was coming, not even at that very moment when he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down to rest just above her knees. Tess had never felt so vulnerable or exposed as she was now, spread out over the couch.
She hadn’t been nude with him before. Not that she didn’t want to, but because he wouldn’t allow it. When he said they were going to take it slow, she hadn’t quite realized just how slow. They saw each other every day, ate dinner together nearly every night, snuggled and kissed and watched their favorite television programs on her small couch or listened to music and talked, but they had yet to make love, or go much further than some relatively light petting.
Tess supposed she should be thankful that he wasn’t all “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am” about it, notching his bedpost and moving on to someone else, but the longer he made them wait, the more agitated she became. She was snapping at Pam and at her customers, and all of it was because she couldn’t keep her mind off of him and what it would be like when they finally made love. At this point, if he so much as breathed in the direction of her privates, she was going to go off like a rocket.
Being spanked definitely took the edge off of her raging desires – at least for as long as she was being actively spanked. When it was over, however, she found herself exponentially hornier than she had been before. Not only was her bottom aflame and sore and tender, but somehow being spanked always seemed to ignite the fire raging between her legs, although he was scrupulously careful never to spank those more delicate regions.
Sometimes he held her for a while before spanking her, but this didn’t seem to be one of those times. Tess wasn’t sure which was worse – getting right to the spanking, or making her wait a bit as they kissed and cuddled.
As soon as his hand made its first contact with her cringing flesh, she knew. They were equally bad, even worse than simply not being spanked at all, no matter how much she’d thought she’d wanted it all those years.
The unvarnished truth was that it friggin’ hurt, from beginning to end. Although he always made sure that she was well secured, this position was worse than any he’d put her in, because she literally couldn’t squirm away, couldn’t kick her legs up far enough to knock his descending palm from its trajectory, couldn’t lean off his lap. None of her tricks were going to work when she was draped like a housecoat over the couch; all she could do was lie there and take it, and that was truly a horrible thing to realize. She was face-down, bum-up and her completely bare bottom the perfect target – immobile, and unfortunately, all too-inviting.
Chapter 5
As he spanked, Sean scolded Tess and she wished she had a pair of headphones or ear plugs. She’d rather just be spanked. Being lectured while her bare ass was being seared was adding insult to injury. It made her feel like a chastised little girl, which she was quite sure was his intent. And this time, he didn’t go easy on the guilt, either.
“I am very unhappy with you, Tess,” he said, bringing his hand down in a rapid arc to impact with first one bottom cheek and then the other. Her cries would have moved Sean had he not been so fascinated by how her plump globes flattened and then sprang back to blossom with the imprint of his large hand. “You should know better than to let your car get to that point – especially the tires – and your boyfriend is a mechanic, for Christ’s sake!”
She opened her mouth to defend herself, then closed it again, deciding that it might go better for her if she just kept her mouth shut. Nothing she was going to say at this point – or probably any
