Beginning Anew Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE


    Jacob noticed something was off, but he didn’t know what’d happened. They were having such a good conversation, and all of a sudden, something wasn’t right. “Are you alright?”
    She put on a happy face, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Can I go get dressed?”
    “Sure, baby.” he watched her walk half way down the hall way before getting up and following her. Standing in the doorway as she dropped her robe, he said, “I changed my mind.” She spun, startled. She hadn’t realized he was following her, and the sound of his voice caught her by surprise. “What do you mean you changed your mind?” she asked, her heart racing. She thought, just maybe, he was going to spank her after all.
    “You can’t get dressed yet,” he said, moving closer to her and taking her smooth nakedness into his arms. He ran his hands the length of her body, then tangled them in her hair. Pulling her head back gently, he bent and kissed her. “I have other things in mind.”
    Swallowing her disappointment, she pulled away. “You know, that wine really did a number on me. I’m not feeling all that great. Sorry honey, maybe later.” Allie left him standing in the middle of the room as she gathered clothes to wear. She pulled on some yoga pants and a tank top, and grabbed a blanket. “I’m going to watch a movie on the couch. Wanna watch with me?” she invited, not waiting for his response as she walked by him on her way back to the living room.
    He stood, dumbfounded, staring at the empty door way. What was he supposed to do now? It was of course entirely possible that she was hung over, as Allie didn’t usually drink, but he just had a weird feeling about the whole thing. He couldn’t ever remember a time that Allie hadn’t been more than enthusiastic about making love. He finally went out to the living room, and sat in the armchair.
     Allie was stretched out across the couch, blanket pulled up to her chin, a sour look on her face. She had her eyes pinned on the television, and didn’t even look up when he came into the room.
    “What are you watching?” Jacob asked.
    “A corny love story that you probably won’t like.” the comment came out short and snappy, and even Allie was a little surprised by it.
    Jacob looked stung. “Try me,”
    Rolling her eyes, she tossed a sideways glance at him and said, “The Notebook.” turning back to the tv, she tried to sort out the bitter feelings in her head. She’d asked him to be dominant, to take charge. That meant that ultimately, it was up to him whether or not she was spanked for something, and she should be able to accept that. So why did she feel so agitated inside about this?
    Getting up, Jacob went and took his laptop from the computer desk and went to their room. He logged onto the internet and started browsing some more Domestic Discipline websites. He was suddenly feeling in way over his head, and was hoping he’d stumble across something that could provide some clarity.
    When the alert popped up on Jake’s computer, announcing that his battery was only going to last another 20 minutes, he was surprised at all the time that’d gone by. It was almost 5 o’clock. He realized that Allie hadn’t come looking for him, and made his way back to the living room after plugging his laptop back in at the computer desk.
    Allie was asleep on the couch, curled into a ball.
    He quietly went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. He turned the oven on and began breading chicken with breadcrumbs and parmesan cheese, Allie’s favorite, and stuck it in to bake. While he waited for it to cook, he sat on the end of the couch and flipped through the channels. Settling for a sitcom he’d watched before a few times, he leaned back and sighed. Jacob watched Allie sleep and hoped that whatever had been bothering her earlier would be forgotten when she woke up. He went and steamed some broccoli and carrots, and made a lemon butter almond sauce to drizzle over the veggies. He was so hard at work, he hadn’t noticed Allie stirring and coming into the kitchen.
    “Smells good,” she said softly.
    When he turned to look at her, she smiled sleepily. “Well,” he said, “I’m making you’re favorite.”
    “Anything I can help with?” she wondered, but he shook his head.
    “No, it’s actually almost finished.”
    Allie nodded. “Okay, well I’m going to get washed up then and we can eat!”
    He finished up, pulling the chicken out of the oven and setting the baking dish on a hot plate on the table and mixing the veggies with the sauce in a serving dish. He set out two plates, forks and knives, and glasses.
    When she came back to the kitchen, he had the table set and was putting food on her plate. “Thank you,” she said gratefully.
    “You’re welcome, honey.”
    They ate in silence for a bit.
    Jacob asked, “Do you feel better now, after that nap?”
    “Yeah,” she nodded. She felt like a stranger in her own body. She wanted to just feel normal, to talk to him like she always did, there were just no words coming to her.
    He could feel the tension between them, and he just wanted to resolve it. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
    Allie was taking a sip of milk from her glass, and her eyes slid up to meet his. Swallowing, she shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, looking away from him. She didn’t want him to see the disappointment in her eye.
    “What’s going on, then?” he demanded.
    She shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Allie, if this is going to work, you need to be honest with me. Remember? This is all about opening up and coming together.”
    “If it’s going to work, Jake, you’re gonna have to spank me sometime.” she said, pushing her chair back from the table and walking out of the room.
    He got up and followed her, determined not to let this fester. “That’s what this is all about? Not spanking you for the fight?”
    She kept walking until she got to the bedroom, and tried to close the door behind her. “I don’t want to talk about it!” she yelled.
    “Well that’s just too bad.” Jacob said, putting his arm out and stopping her from shutting the door. “You can’t run away from your feelings, you need to talk to me. Come here,” he said, holding his hand out to her as he sat on the bed.
    Guiltily, she took his hand and sat beside him. She couldn’t look at him, so instead she focused on the lamp on the bedside table.
    “You’re angry that I didn’t spank you?” he asked.
    She shrugged. “I don’t know,”
    “Alison,” he said sharply.
    Blushing, she nodded. “Well, not exactly angry. I was just .. Disappointed, I guess? It just felt unresolved for me. I know I’d apologized, but I still feel bad about the things I said. It was wrong of me to lose my temper like that.”
    “I didn’t know you felt that way. It seemed like we’d already made up and it was over and done with. I also thought that since the fight happened before we’d even talking about using domestic discipline, that it wouldn’t be fair to punish you for it.” he explained. “When I asked if you thought you should be punished, you just shrugged.”
    Allie hung her head.
    “When I ask you a question like that, I want you to answer me honestly. I’ve spent the whole day trying to figure out what I’d done to make you so mad at me, and I’m sure you haven’t been all that happy either.” he scolded. “Am I right?”
    “Yeah.” she murmured. “I’m sorry. I should have told you how I felt before.”
    “Yes, you should have. In the future, you will not keep things like this from me.” Jacob told her sternly. “I want you to get up and bend over the side of the bed.”
    Allie’s eyes grew wide, and she felt a hot flush coloring her face, but she stood up and leaned over the edge of the bed. A million things were going through her head. Should she take her pants down? Was he going to? Nervously, she glanced over her shoulder at him, and recognized that he was just as apprehensive.
    He stared at the beautiful figure bent before him. He was supposed to cause her pain, now? He looked down at his hands, and could imagine them running over her smooth, naked skin, eliciting moans of pleasure. How could those hands, that played her like a musical instrument, gentle and loving, bring pain to this woman he loved? He decided they wouldn’t. He’d seen online that others used implements of sorts, and he wracked his brain for things they had in the house that could be used to spank Allie. “Stay right there,” he commanded. “Don’t move.” he went to the kitchen, and rummaged through the drawers. He found the wooden spatula he was looking for. His mother had given it to them in a set when they’d first moved into together. It had never been used.
    While Allie waited for him to come back, her mind swam in panic. Could she really go through with this? She heard him coming back, and she tensed.
    He came back into the room. “Good girl,” he murmured when he saw she hadn’t moved. He stood behind her, putting one hand in the small of her back.
    “You’re going to use that?!” Allie exclaimed. “Are you crazy?”
    Jacob’s heart skipped a beat. Should he not use the spoon. He hardened his resolve. “I refuse to spank you with my hand when you’re being punished.” he told her firmly. He tapped the spatula on her bottom before bringing it down with a resounding smack!    
    Allie jumped and squeaked a little, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. As he continued, she realized he was going very easy on her. She made some noise and fussed a little, to make him feel his efforts weren’t all for nothing.
    He gave her about 20 swats and then stopped. “Alright. This isn’t going to happen again, is it Allison?” he asked.
    “No,” she answered.
    Smack! “When you’re being punished, and I ask you a question, I want you to refer to me as sir. Understand?” he ordered.
    Where did that come from? Allie thought, but it didn’t matter. She kinda liked it. “Yes sir,” she replied dutifully.
    “Okay, then we’re done.” he said softly. When she stood up, straightening her clothes out, he watched her face intently for signs he’d done something wrong, pushed too hard. He held his arms out, and she looked at him, her face contorted with confusion. “What?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?” his voice was riddled with concern.
    Allie couldn’t help it. She started laughing. “No, you didn’t hurt me!”
    He looked stung, and turned away.
    Feeling bad, she reached for his arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was just … you went a little easy on me. I…would you punish me more?” she asked quietly.
    Jacob turned to her, looking stunned. “More?” he asked.
    Allie looked embarrassed, and shrugged. “I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but I just feel like I need more than that.”
    “Alright then, bend back over the bed.” he agreed. When she did, he said, “Take your pants down.”
    Her heart thumped loudly in her ears. She reached back and lifted her hips, slipping her yoga pants down and past her bottom, letting them drop to the floor.
    His breath stuck in his throat and he caressed her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Allie, I want you to tell me why you’re getting spanked.”
    Embarrassed, Allie’s voice came out in a whisper. “Because I was disrespectful the other night when we were arguing. I said things that were inappropriate and untrue. They were hurtful, and the last thing I ever want is to hurt you.”
    Jacob brought the spatula down crisply on the bottom of her backside, and she jumped, squeaking. “Why else?”
    She thought hard, but couldn’t come up with anything else. “I don’t know, sir..”
    He swatted her again. “Because you didn’t answer me honestly when I asked if you thought you should be punished for it. You lied to me, and then acted distant all day. That’s not acceptable, is it?” he asked, landing two firm smacks on each cheek.
    “No sir,” she replied through clenched teeth.
    He put his hand in the small of her back, and started spanking her in earnest with the spatula. With each splat, her bottom grew redder, and she wiggled harder. These smacks were considerably harder than the ones from the first spanking, and he could tell Allie was feeling them.
    Her ouches and ows sounded much more sincere, and she was swaying her hips in an attempt to avoid the stinging wooden spatula. “Oh, Jacob .. Ow!” she cried out, her hand flying back to cover her bottom. “Please,”
    “Baby,” he said, trying to be firm but he was wavering. “Move your hand, ten more and you’ll be finished.”
    Allie’s hand slid away hesitantly. She cried out with each of the last ten swats. She saw the spatula land on the bed beside her, and she lay there, trying to catch her breath.
    Jacob rubbed her bottom. It was bright red and warm. He squeezed her tender flesh, then said, “Is that enough, miss Allie?”
    She snapped up to a standing position, and turned around to face him, throwing her arms around her neck. “It’s enough.” she said, hugging him tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Suddenly, she felt hot. She stepped back and peeled her shirt up and over her head, looking up at him and blinking through innocent eyes. All she could think about was how badly she wanted him.
    Before he could even register what was going on, he’d lain her on the bed, his hands all over her body. He shed his clothes faster than he ever had in his life. He’d always found Allie attractive, since the first time they’d met. But there was something different about her.
    Her demeanor, the look in her eyes. She had a modest air about her, instead of her usual cockiness. She was almost shy.
    He found this incredibly sexy. His mouth left a trail of hot kisses across her collarbone, down her flat, cream colored stomach. Pausing between her legs, his tongue danced across her tender bud, making her squirm and moan. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, and flipped her, bending her back over in the position he’d spanked her in. He smiled, growing harder at the pink glow still painted across her lovely shaped bottom. Entering her from behind, he took her rough, tangling his hand in her hand and tugging gently.
    Allie was lost in pleasure. When he grabbed her hair, a low growl escaped her throat. She offered herself to him happily.
    He thrust deep and hard, using the bed to brace himself. They came together with mind-blowing orgasms. He collapsed on the bed after he’d finished, and she crawled up beside him, resting her head on his heaving chest.
    “That was amazing,” Allie panted.
    He leaned down and kissed her head. “Yes it was,” he agreed. “Let’s go get cleaned up together,” he suggested, taking her by the hand and leading her to the shower.
    They made love again beneath the hot, streaming water before even touching the soap.
    Allie couldn’t quite pin-point it, but something had changed between them. She imagined it had something to do with the spanking. She’d succumbed to her submissive side, and he’d tapped into his dominance, and that had translated to their lovemaking. She subconsciously reached back and touched her bottom, remembering the sting from the spanking, and thought to herself that she would welcome the spankings if it was going to keep their sex life as explosive as it had been that day.