Beginning Anew Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR


    For two whole days, things were going great for them.
    Allie got up early and made a lunch for Jacob to take to work with him, and went out of her way to do things that would make his day go more smoothly. 
    Jacob noticed Allie’s attentiveness, and he finally felt like he was as important to her as she was to him. He’d never felt a balance in their relationship like this before, always under the impression that he loved her more than she loved him. Now, it felt equal, despite the new power exchange dynamic. 
    That night, they were watching tv together after dinner, and Jacob got up to get a beer from the refrigerator.
    Allie had a habit of leaving the cabinet doors open after getting something out of them. Distracted by whatever she was going to do next, closing the door always just slipped her mind.
    Jacob had banged his head on the doors countless times, and was always reminding her to close them. This particular night, it had happened twice already. The third time he noticed it, he walked into the living room where Allie was drinking a glass of strawberry milk.
    “Allison,” his voice was crisp and firm.
    She looked up, meeting his eye with a confused look.
    “Please get up and shut the cabinet door. You left it open again.” the frustration was clear in his voice, and he didn’t try to mask it.
    “Could you close it for me, honey? I’m sorry I forgot.” Allie replied, turning back to the tv.
    “No, I can’t. I want you to get up and close it. This is the third time tonight you’ve left one open and I’m not going to encourage this behavior by always closing them for you.”
    She tossed an annoyed look his way. “Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll do it on the next commercial.”
    Jacob could feel his face get red. Before they started DD, he would have raised his voice now, which would lead to an argument and probably with him closing the cabinet and storming off to bed. Now, he was careful to take a deep breath, and then firmly said, “No. I want you to get up now and close it. When I tell you to do something, I don’t mean at your convenience. I mean right this second.”
    “You are being such a jerk!” Allie cried, making a big production of getting up and stomping into the kitchen to slam the cabinet door shut. As she tried to stamp back by him, pouting, he grabbed her arm and turned her to look at him.
    “Your attitude needs some serious adjusting. Are you capable of doing it yourself or do you need my help?” he asked, his voice even but stern.
    She shot him a look of disdain, and tried to pull her arm away. “I wouldn’t have an attitude if you weren’t such a jerk.”
    He did not let her go. “You can march yourself to the bedroom and drop your pants and panties, and bend yourself over the bed. Do you understand me?” Jacob asked firmly.
    She pulled her arm again, this time coming free, and stomped down the hallway.
    Jacob watched her go, shaking his head. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, she’d been so great these past couple days. He was going to get to the bottom of this. There was no way they were going to go back to the way things used to be. He dug the wooden spatula out again, and went to the bedroom to find Allie bent over the bed, naked from the waist down.
    “Good girl,” he said quietly, coming to stand beside her. He tapped her bare bottom with the spatula. “Tell me why you’re here.”
    Allie didn’t say anything. She didn’t know why she was feeling so bratty, but she wasn’t in any mood for this.
    “Allison, tell me why you’re being spanked.” Jacob repeated, more firmly this time.
    When she just huffed, offering no words, he started spanking.
    He swatted at her backside with the spatula until a nice pink glow started to show up, then paused. “Let’s try this again. Tell me why you’re here, Allie.”
    Stubbornly, Allie remained silent.
    “Okay, if that’s how you want it to be,” he said, putting his hand in the small of her back and starting to swat her again. He was bringing the spatula down crisply, a bright red splotch appearing each time it landed. He noticed her body tensing before it landed, and thought she might be ready to accept her punishment. “One more chance,” he told her. “I want you to tell me why you’re being punished.”
    Still, Allie said nothing. Her bottom was stinging like crazy, and her pride was shattered in a million pieces, but she would not give him the satisfaction of making her admit her wrong doing.
    Frustrated, Jacob tossed the spatula on the bed and left the room.
    Allie lay still as could be, shocked. She had no idea what was going on. What was she supposed to do? Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed. She tiptoed down the hall, and peeked out into the living room.
    Jacob was sitting in the arm chair, his head in his hands.
    She hurried quietly back to their bedroom and climbed up on their bed, drawing her knees to her chest. She started crying softly. She felt like her world was crumbling, and she was teetering on the edge of a giant rift. She needed someone to grab her hand, pull her back to steady ground, but nobody was around. She knew she’d pushed him too far and she hoped that he wasn’t having second thoughts about DD. I should have been more cooperative, this was my idea, and I knew that it would be a struggle for him at first. Allie felt terribly guilty. She picked up the spatula and walked slowly to the living room. Afraid to look at him, she stared at the ground.
    When Jacob looked up and saw her standing there, wooden spatula in hand and tear-streaked cheeks, he stood up and came to her. “Do you have something to say?” he asked.
    She nodded, sniffling. “I’m really sorry, Jake. I should have answered you when you asked me the question. I was just .. I don’t know. I didn’t feel like being spanked,”
    “Sometimes, Allie, things are going to happen and you’re going to be spanked, whether you feel like it or not. It’s not about what you feel like doing or not doing. This is about us, and the way that you treated me in the kitchen, and then in during your spanking, is damaging to our relationship. It needs to be corrected. Do you agree?” he lectured. He hadn’t known that this was all going to come out, but once it started, he couldn’t stop it.
    “Yes sir.” she whispered.
    “Look at me.” he ordered. When she did, he continued. “When you’re ready, I want you to ask me to finish your spanking. You can have up to five minutes to get yourself together.” he turned, and sat back down in the arm chair.
    Allie couldn’t believe the transformation in her once fluffy, gentle fiancé. Who was this fiercely dominant, confident man in his place? She laid the spatula down on the table beneath the mirror at the end of the hall and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She thought if she took the extra five minutes he’d granted her, she could find the strength to be brave about this. The truth was, she was ashamed of the way she’d acted. She knew that the way she had treated him all night was wrong. All he did was ask her to close the damn cabinet, for Christ’s sake. Why couldn’t she just have done it, instead of putting up such a fuss? Damn her pride. She was going to have to get used to being told what to do once in a while. She softly made her way back to the living room, picking up the spatula on the way by, and stood in front of Jacob, her eyes fixed on her sparkling blue toenails.
    “Jacob, please finish my spanking.” she whispered.
    “Look at me, and try again.” he ordered.
    Blushing furiously, she forced herself to look him in the eye. This time, her voice was barely audible. “Please will you finish my spanking?”
    He stood, taking her by the wrist and leading her to the back of the couch, pushing gently on her back to bend her over it. He noticed she was on her tip-toes, and her bottom was stretched out, the area where her butt meets her thigh exposed. “Now, tell me why you’re being spanked.”
    “Because I gave you an attitude when you asked me to close the cabinet.” she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut.
    “That is exactly what this spanking is for. I had already reminded you about closing them previously tonight, after closing them for you, didn’t I?” he asked.
    “Yes sir,”
    “It was extremely disrespectful of you to speak to me the way you did, and you had no reason to stomp around like a bratty little girl, did you?”
    “No sir.”
    He put his hand in the small of her back and started delivering a steady rhythm of swats to the lowest part of her bottom.
    She squealed and tried to wiggle away, but she didn’t have much leverage, being barely able to reach the floor. She attempted to put her hand back, but he swatted her palm and she shrieked, pulling it in front of her again.
    “You are not going to act like that ever again, do you understand me? I will not tolerate it.”
    “Okay, okaaay! I promise, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again.” she begged.
    He peppered her sit spot with even strokes. “It better not happen again, or this is going to seem like a walk in the park.” he warned her.
    Allie was becoming frantic. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. How long was he going to spank her for? In reality, it probably had only been about a minute or two, but it felt like forever. “Please, please .. I promise I won’t do it again. You can stop!
    “Oh, no. I don’t think I can stop just yet. I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson.” he continued to spank her, raining swats all over her pink bottom.
    Allie bit her lip, determined to keep her pleas to herself from now on, but after about another minute, she had another out burst. “OH, PLEASE! I’m going to cry,” she begged. “Please stop.”
    “Good, I hope you do. Maybe then you’ll remember this and it won’t have to be repeated.” he replied calmly. He could tell she was beginning to let go of control, as her body relaxed and she stopped fighting to get away. When this happened, he stopped, and helped her down from the back of the couch.
    She immediately started rubbing her bottom.
    “Uh-uh,” he said, catching her hand. “No rubbing. We’re not quite done. That spanking was for your attitude about closing the cabinet. You’re still going to be spanked for not cooperating with your spanking the first time.”
    Her misty eyes grew wide. She’d managed to hold the tears back that time, but she didn’t know if she could take any more. Her bottom felt so sore.
    “Go to the room and stand in the corner. I’m going to brush my teeth and shut everything down out here. Then I will come in and give you the last part of your spanking.” he gave her tender tush a swat and sent her on her way.
    THE CORNER?! She wanted to protest, but didn’t think now was quite the time for that. How embarrassing, she thought. She went to their bedroom and stood in the only open corner. She was hyper aware that when he came in, her red bottom was going to be in plain view for him to look at. Just the thought of it made her blush. Without thinking, she slipped her hand back and rubbed her butt, trying to soothe the sting.
    “Allison!” Jacob exclaimed as he came into the room. “Didn’t I say no rubbing?”
    She whimpered, pulling her hand away immediately. “Yes sir, I’m sorry .. It hurts!”
    “It is supposed to hurt. How else would you learn? Come over here,”
    When Allie stepped out of the corner, she immediately noticed he was holding an oval shaped wooden hairbrush. “Where did you get that?” she asked.
    “Oh, I stopped and picked it up the other day on the way home from work. I figured I might need it eventually,” he replied. Without missing a beat, he said, “Take off the rest of your clothes and then bend over the edge of the bed.”
    “My clothes?” she squeaked, looking at him in uncertainty.
    “Yes. Your clothes. Shirt and bra. I want you completely naked, and then bend over the bed. Come on, we don’t have all night.” he urged.
    She moved uneasily, pulling her shirt over her head, then reaching back to unclip her bra. As she peeled it off, her nipples perked to attention in the chilly air, and she was suddenly painfully aware of her nudity. Despite the fact he’d seen her naked a million times, it felt different now, with him fully clothed before her, ready to spank the daylights out of her. She looked up at him, a completely passive look in her eye. “Please, not too hard.” she whispered.
    “Over the bed,” he said, though he did feel a little bad for her. He reminded himself that this is what she wanted, and he thought about what she’d been like the past two days. This was good for them.
    She did bend over the bed, displaying her pink backside. It still stung, but the color was fading. It certainly wasn’t as red as it had been when he’d sent her to their room.
    He would fix that. He put his hand in the small of her back to hold her in place, and started lightly tapping the brush on her backside, increasing the intensity until she started reacting to it.

She jumped and wiggled around, trying to avoid the burning brush. “OW! That thing hurtssss,” she complained.

    “Good.” he replied, focusing on the job at hand. He covered her whole backside, painting it a lovely shade of red. He noticed Allie’s voice raising in pitch, hitching in spots when she tried to plead with him.

    “I’m really sorry, sir!” she cried out. “I’ll cooperate from now on,”

    He didn’t answer her, just kept up the pace. A few on the left, a few on the right, repeat. He watched her skin grow deeper and deeper red, and paused a moment to feel her hot flesh. He gave it a squeeze and she moaned.

    “Ohhh, oww.”

    “Not quite done, little miss.” he raised the brush again, this time focusing only on her sit spot. He gave her a cluster of intense smacks on each side before returning attention to the opposite side.
    She started to cry. Fat, hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she finally lay still, resigned to her spanking.
    He stopped as soon as he heard her crying, his heart melting. He knew that it would come to this at some point, but he hadn’t been prepared for the emotion that came with it. He helped her up and pulled her into his arms, kissing her head and smoothing her hair back. “shhh,” he soothed, whispering to her in her ear. “It’s okay, baby, it’s all done.”
    When she’d regained composure, she lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, then planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    He smiled. “So you’re okay, then?”
    She nodded, sniffling. “I’m okay. My ass hurts, but I’m okay.” she took a deep breath. “Honey, I’m really sorry about what happened tonight. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. It won’t happen again.”
    He kissed her. “I sure hope not.”
    They climbed into bed together, and she lay with her head on his chest while they talked, his arm curled tightly around her.
    “What did you think of the hairbrush?” Jacob asked.
    Allie shivered. “Intense. Much more intense than the spatula. The spatula, it stings, but the brush like…burns almost. It hurts!”
    “I guess I know what I’ll be using when you’re really naughty, then.” he chuckled. “How’s your butt feeling?”
    Allie reached back to touch it. “Pretty sore,” she admitted. “The skins still a little warm.”
    He leaned down slightly to kiss her forehead. “Hopefully it’ll be a reminder. I got your sit spot pretty good so tomorrow when you sit down, you’re going to remember to behave yourself.”
    She smiled to herself. Why did that sound so good on his lips? She didn’t know, but she liked this new and improved Jacob. She nuzzled closer, closing her eyes. “Goodnight, Jacob.” she whispered softly.
    “Goodnight Allie. I love you.”