CHAPTER TWO
When Allie woke in the morning, Jacob was sitting beside her with a plate of steaming pancakes, scrambled eggs, and turkey bacon. He’d set a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on the bedside table.
He leaned down and kissed Allie on the forehead. “How are you feeling today?” he asked gently.
She groaned. “I feel like I got hit in the head with a sledgehammer,” she looked up at him. “Did I really almost finish a bottle of wine myself or am I imagining that?”
“No, you did.” he laughed, reaching over to tuck the strand of hair that fell in her face, behind her ear. After she sat up, leaning against the headboard, he handed her the breakfast he’d made.
She took it. “Thank you, Jake.” she wondered if he’d thought about what she’d suggested last night. She wanted to ask but didn’t want to seem eager. She waited, taking small bites, hoping he’d bring it up himself.
Eventually, he did. “I’m going to go down and finish cleaning up the dishes from cooking. When you’re finished eating, I want you to shower and then meet me in the living room in your robe. We can finish talking about the conversation we started last night.” he left her alone in the room to finish eating.
She sat, dumbfounded, for a moment. Did he just tell her what to do? And what to wear? This was a good sign, right? That he was actually thinking about doing this? She breathed a sigh of relief. She could hear him moving about in the kitchen, the water turning on and off, pans clanking in the sink. She ate until she was full, which didn’t take much, given her anticipation, and shed her clothes. Allie showered, hurrying through the motions of washing her hair, running a soapy loofah over her body. She wanted to hear what he had to say about domestic discipline, despite how nervous she was.
He thought while he washed about how things were going to change, and he had high hopes. He loved Allie, God knew, more than anything in the world. But she was difficult at times, to say the least. He had always taken their fights (her fits) in stride, thinking that even the happiest couples had squabbles from time to time. After reading the material he had, he was beginning to see that things didn’t have to be that way. He finished the dishes and sat in the living room with his note pad, looking over the things he’d jotted down, when he heard her coming down the hall. Looking up, he caught sight of his beautiful fiancé.
She smiled shyly, carrying her plate and empty glass of water. She scraped the food off her plate and rinsed it off, setting it and the glass in the sink before coming to sit beside Jacob on the couch. Nervously, she twirled a piece of wet hair in her fingers.
He cleared his throat. “I think that we should go ahead with domestic discipline.” he said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.
Allie’s head snapped up, her eyes sparkling. “You do?” she whispered.
He nodded. “Yeah. But there’s a lot of things we need to talk about and clarify first.”
“Okay,”
Jacob reached over and took her hand. “I think we should start with what we both expect from this. There will be a set of general rules, which we will come up with together, and you will agree upon before they will be enforced. I am hoping that this is going to bring us closer, help us open up to each other, and make you feel secure and safe in our relationship. What are you expecting out of this?”
Allie could barely think straight. This was really happening. She couldn’t believe that Jake had done so much research, and her chest felt tight. She felt her eyes welling with tears but she willed them away as she realized how lucky she was to have this man who had gone to such great lengths to understand what she needed. “I hope that I can become more respectful and think before I act or speak. I want to assume more responsibility over myself and my decisions. I haven’t been acting like I should. I want to .. I want to be more submissive toward you.” the last part was really hard to get out, and she wondered how she managed to even bring this up to him. Then she remembered the wine.
He smiled. “I think we’re off to a great start,” he admitted. “Let’s talk about some ground rules. Go get a piece of computer paper, and a pen, please.”
She rose from the couch and went to the computer desk, gathering the materials and bringing them back to where she’d been sitting. She handed them to him.
“Will you also please hand me a magazine from the rack beside you?”
She reached over the side of the couch to the magazine rack, and grabbed one, handing it to him.
“Okay. I’m going to write them out as we go. I read about something called the four D’s, have you heard of them?” he asked.
Allie nodded, flushing slightly. She couldn’t believe he’d heard of them!
“I thought those would be a good place to start.” he suggested.
She agreed, watching as he started to write.
Upon entering this agreement of Domestic Discipline, Allison Carter (soon to be Allison Monroe) has previously agreed to be punished for any behavior that falls under the following categories:
-Disrespect
-Disobedience
-Dishonesty
-Dangerous Behavior
He set the pen down beside him and looked at her. “Is there anything else you feel that should be on this list?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I can’t think of anything.”
Jacob agreed. “I figure everything pretty much falls under one of those categories. We can always add to the rules at a later date.” He picked up the pen and continued writing near the bottom of the page.
If Allison fails to adhere to these rules, there will be consequences, to be decided on by Jacob Monroe. These rules have been agreed upon by both parties, as signed below.
After signing his own name, he handed the paper and pen to Allie, and she scrawled her name next to his.
“Now, we should discuss punishments…” Jake trailed off. This was the part that was going to be hardest for him. He wanted all the good things that this change in their relationship could bring them. However, he knew that it would mean being stern with Allie at times, and punishing her. This would be hard for him to do. In the past, he’d always been the one to soothe her tears, could he really be the one to cause them?
She swallowed hard. This was so embarrassing! She could feel her face growing a deep, hot red, and she looked away quickly. “Okay. What kind of punishment are you thinking of using?” she asked quietly.
“I’m going to spank you. I might also use corner time, and depending on the infraction, there could be other things, too. Spanking is going to be the main one, though.” he said decisively.
Allie nodded, unable to speak.
“I want you to know, that this is not going to be a playful thing, Al. When you’re getting punished, I’m going to take it very seriously. You don’t get to say ‘just kidding, I don’t want this.’ I’m going to spank you until I feel that you’ve learned the lesson at hand. Do you understand that?” he asked, his voice solemn and firm.
“Yes sir,” she murmured instinctively. When she’d realized that the word ‘sir’ had actually come out of her mouth, her hand flew up and clamped over her lips, her eyes wide. Her face flushed again and she couldn’t help thinking this had been the most embarrassing 24 hours of her life.
He smiled lightly. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, as if he could read her mind. “I like the sound of that. I dont want you to think that just because I'm in charge now, that you can't come to me with your feelings or concerns. I will always listen to what you have to say, and it will always be taken into consideration."
She nodded. "Thank you," she said, for much more than she could have explained at that moment.
"Of course,"
“Are you going to spank me until I cry?” she squeaked.
“I imagine sometimes I will, yeah.” Jacob answered. He caught her eye, and was mesmerized. He couldn’t fathom what he’d done to deserve a woman like Allie, or how much trust she must have in him to have even suggested this. He reached out and touched her cheek gently. “I love you Allison,” he said quietly.
They shared a passionate kiss, and when they came up for air, Allie looked at him expectantly.
“Am I going to be punished for the things I said the other night?” her voice shook as she spoke. She was nervous as hell, but knew that what she’d done was completely wrong. After all, it was the whole reason she’d brought domestic discipline up at all. The fight was a breaking point for her, the moment when she realized she was out of control and needed to be reigned in.
Jacob hadn’t expected this. They’d made up from the fight, in his mind, and he’d already forgiven her for the things she’d said. They didn’t have this agreement at the time of the fight, and he didn’t think it would be right to punish her for something that happened before they’d decided to partake in domestic discipline. Still, there was something in Allie’s voice that said maybe she needed this. He asked, “Do you think that you should be?”
Her eyes darted away, and she suddenly seemed meek and shy. “I don’t know,” she murmured.
Now Jacob had a decision to make. Should he punish her? He couldn’t tell if that’s what Allie wanted, and if it were up to him, (which it was supposed to be now, right?) he wouldn’t punish her for something that’d happened before they’d agreed to living this lifestyle. He bent and brushed his lips across her forehead. “I’m not going to be punish you, this time, because the rules weren’t in place when the fight happened. But I want you to keep in mind that the situation could have been handled differently, and did not have to result in yelling and screaming. It will not happen in the future, and if it does, it will not be tolerated.”
Allie deflated beside him, but she nodded. “Okay,” she knew that he was in charge now, and it was ultimately his decision. She couldn’t help but feeling, though, that being punished would absolve the guilt she’d been feeling about what had happened between them. She felt let down, wondered if he’d ever go through with a punishment, or if anything would ever be deemed punishable. Was he strong enough to do this? Was she?
to be cont ...
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