Maintenance Night

     My eyes are open, but I can't see anything but black behind the blindfold you've secured tightly around my head. My other senses are heightened, and I use them to try to piece together what is going on around me. Carpet that usually feels nice on my toes doesn't feel so nice on my knees, where I wait for further instruction. I know that you're rummaging through the toy drawer, and that makes me nervous. I know that it's maintenance night, but I have no idea if the spanking will be serious or not. My heart pounds, my brain running wild with the possibilities of what you may be planning.

     Your voice breaks through the darkness, "Have you been a good girl this week?"

     I quickly replay the week in my head. I don't think I've done anything wrong, and I say so.

     "You don't think you've done anything wrong?" you ask, sternly.

     My stomach sinks. What did I do? I asked myself, wracking my brain. I know this is what you want, to make me second guess myself, unsure .. maybe confess to something you don't know about. "No?"

     "No. Hmm. I seem to recall hearing that word a lot this past week." you say. Your voice is getting closer to me as you speak and soon your hand closes around my arm, helping me roughly to my feet. "Way too much, if you ask me." You move me to the end of the bed and fold me over the liberator you've placed there.

     I didn't, I think, not daring to speak the words aloud. I feel uneasy as you bend me over, wishing I could put my hands out to guide myself, but they are tied tightly together behind my back. A little whimper escapes my lips as I feel your huge, warm hand rest against my bare bottom.

     "What is the purpose of maintenance?" You ask.

     "Um, to remind me...well, both of us....of our roles." I whisper, almost embarassed to say the words.

     "Which are?"

     "You're the dominant one, and I'm the submissive."

     "Exactly." You start spanking me, slowly and deliberately. Your hand is so big and it covers almost my whole bum cheek each time it lands. "That means that when I tell you to do something, you are supposd to do it. Isn't that right?"

     "Yes sir," I reply, shifting my weight a little. It doesnt hurt all that much yet, but the sting is quickly building. Each time your hand falls on my unprotected flesh, it burns a little more, makes the skin a little warmer. In no time, my whole backside is ablaze, and as you start ramping up the speed, I begin squirming to avoid the swats. "Ouch!" I cry out, whimpering.

     You pause, now, grabbing handfuls of my ass and squeezing hard. My groan of protest does not deter you from repeating this a second time. "Yeah, I think that you're warmed up enough now," you tell me quietly.

     I hear you move, can feel you lean over and then right yourself again. I imagine you've picked up an implement and I clench my bottom in anticipation. God, I wish I could see! Despite my dread of what is to come, I am so damn turned on by how in control you are. Suddenly I realize that I don't know where you are. I can't hear you moving, I don't feel you anywhere near me. "Sir?" I murmur quietly, hoping you will answer .. but knowing you might not. I listen hard. Nothing. "Sir please,"

     You answer me in the form of leather being sternly applied to my hot skin. After about 10 or so strokes you finally speak. "Do you think I enjoy being told no?"
     "NO sir! I'm sorryyy," I want to protect my bottom, wish I could put my hand back and buy myself a repreive but I can't. I have no choice but to lie here and take whatever you decide to give me. I clench my teeth and attempt to maintain some sort of dignity.
     "I imagine you are. Does this strap feel good?" you ask, a hint of amusement in your voice.
     "No sir," I whimper. "It hurts!" The tears start to roll down my cheeks.
     You are keeping a steady pace, covering my whole bottom and occasionally the tops of my thighs with firm swats. "Well good, it's supposed to. Are you learning anything?"
     "Yes!" I cry out, frustrated. I just want to block everything out...disappear into my mind. Then, it won't hurt so much. I don't want to have to answer questions, focus on the present, on my burning bottom.
     "Yes what?" you ask, giving me a particularly hard swat across my sit spot.
     "Yes sir!"
     "I hope so. Because for each time you tell me no this week, you will get 10 hard swats with the paddle. Do you understand, little girl?" you ask sternly.

     I am overcome with sobs. "Yes sir! Please, please..." I am becoming frantic, starting to wonder if this spanking will ever end. I start squirming wildly now, overwhemled with the pain. "I won't tell you no anymore! I wooooonnntttt."

     You give me three fast whacks, then stop. Your hands are rubbing my sore, throbbing bottom gently, but it still makes me jump. "I hope you won't. This is just a reminder, so you'll think of this each time you want to tell me no. I don't want to have to punish you for disobedience." Your voice is warm, but I know that you're not bluffing.
     "Me either, sir. I'll be good!"
     Rubbing the small of my back you whisper, "That's my good girl. You've got ten more on each and we'll be all done."
     I almost wail 'No,' and stop myself. What are you, stupid? After a deep breath, I say, "Yes sir," and try to relax my body.

     You deliver the last twenty strokes right-left, right-left and once they are finished, you reach forward and tenderly remove my blindfold and the tape around my wrists. "Good girl, shhh it's okay," You smooth your hand over my hair and tell me to stay put. You bring the strap and blindfold back to the drawer and return with cooling lotion for my bum. Kindly, you rub it in for me, whispering comforting words in my ear.

     I melt into the liberator as you do, completely rid of all the stress from the week, totally relaxed and at peace.

     Once you finish rubbing my bottom, you gather me into your arms and hold me for a long time. 

     This is my favorite moment. I love being held in your strong arms, against your warm, safe body after a thorough spanking. Your tenderness is so powerful in the moments after you've disciplined me. I press myself harder against you, as if I could become a part of you, the skin between us practically non-existent.

     "Thank you," I whisper, totally awash in joy. "Thank you for loving me so much."








ps. this story is not true .. I just wanted to write it in first person :)

chapter 8

     Days went by, and Jacob had said nothing more about making a final decision. Allie was beginning to think he’d forgotten. She kept reminding herself that he’d ordered her to wait for his response, but it was hard to bite her tongue when all she wanted to do was talk about it.
     Days turned into a week, then two, and finally one night at dinner, Allie blurted, “Are we going to talk about the spankings?” her cheeks blushed deep red and she couldn’t meet his eyes. She didn’t want him to be angry with her for bringing it up but she couldn’t stand not knowing.
     He sighed, setting his glass down. He’d wanted to see how Allie was going to function without the spankings for a while before making his decision. He already knew how they both felt about it, but he wanted to see the effect it was going to have on her. He’d noticed over the past two weeks that she had been more on edge, irritable, and mouthy.
     Before he could say anything, she rushed on. “I know you said not to bring it up, but I just can’t…”
     “Tomorrow,” he said, holding his hand up to stop her. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” he promised. He had been reading blogs and different material online, and had come across a blog by a guy who had just started a Domestic Discipline relationship with his wife a few months ago. He’d been pretty helpful so far, so Jacob hoped that he could shed some light on the issue at hand.
     Allie nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to disregard what you’d told me, it’s just really difficult for me to not know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry.”
     He shook his head. “I don’t want to hear sorry. Just trust me more. I didn’t forget, I am taking my time making this decision. It’s an important one to our relationship and I’m not taking it lightly. I’m not mad that you asked, though, I can understand how hard it is for you to wait.”
     She smiled. “Thank you, sir.” she whispered.
     He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “I love you,”
     “Love you, too.”
     After dinner, while Allie cleaned up, Jacob sent Ross an email.

     Hey,    
          I know you and Ellen just started dd yourselves, but I was hoping you might have some advice to offer. Allie and I have come to a rough spot and I’m unsure about continuing. About two weeks ago, I punished Allie for something I felt very strongly about. I didn’t think that I was being excessive or spanking her very hard, but the next day she had some bruising and red marks left from the night before. I freaked out and told Allie I didn’t want the spankings anymore. I felt sick knowing I’d left bruises on her. She begged me to reconsider, and I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to figure out what to do. I have seen the tremendous effects that the spankings have had in our relationship, but I don’t want to hurt her. Have you guys gone through this? I’m at a loss. Thanks in advance for any advice you may have. Looking forward to reading your reply.
Jacob

     Jacob held Allie close in bed that night. He kissed the side of her head, whispering into the dark. “I love you so much Allison. I can’t wait to marry you,”
     “I can’t wait either, babe.” she murmured sleepily.


     Allie went to work wondering what Jacob was going to decide. It was all she could think about all day long.
     Jacob checked his email as soon as he got to work. He’d kept his fingers crossed that Ross would respond to him, and he had. He breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the email.

     Jacob,
             I totally get your apprehension. The first time I saw marks on Ellen, it freaked me out too. I don’t think I reacted quite as severely as you did, but it made me a bit queasy. We talked about it, and Ellen explained that she was kind of proud of them, and that she definitely liked them. She promised that I hadn’t hurt her, and that I hadn’t spanked her any harder or more harshly than I usually did. In my opinion, you should continue the spankings. I know you’re afraid of hurting her, and that’s a good thing. You will come to realize that sometimes these things are out of our hands. If Allie begged you to reconsider, I’m going to assume that she doesn’t want to give them up. It could be beneficial for you guys to continue with the spankings in your relationship. I’m not trying to tell you what you should do within your own home, and I know you’re the best one to make this decision, just giving you my thoughts. Hope this helped. Ross. Ps. Look up spanking aftercare. Oftentimes, if you apply lotion and sort of massage it into her ass after a spanking, you will have less bruising.

     Jake sat at his desk, thinking hard. He read and re-read Ross’ email, although he’d known all along that they were going to keep the spankings. He had to. As scary as the possibility of hurting her was, he knew that the benefits were too great. It was becoming increasingly clear that Allie may not even be able to accept going back to the way things were before, and Jake didn’t want things to be that way, either. He was going to have to realize that he could control the situation, and he was the only one who could prevent himself from hurting her. All he had to do was be very aware of the situation. He suddenly felt like a weight had been lifted, just knowing that they were going to continue. The rest of the day went by uneventfully for Jacob.
     Allie had a horrible day. She was just convinced that Jacob was going to call it quits. Why else would he have waited so long to have the conversation with her? He was just trying to avoid the inevitable, because he knew she was going to be upset. All these thoughts were running through Allie’s mind and she couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Eventually, she decided to leave work early since she wasn’t being productive anyway. When arrived at an empty apartment, and she decided to start preparing dinner, to keep herself busy and her mind on anything but spanking.
     When Jacob got home, the apartment smelled amazing. “Mmm, baby, what are you cooking?”
     “Chicken, potatoes, green beans, and I made a fruit salad for desert.” she replied, her hands growing clammy. She was so nervous!
     He kissed the side of her head. “Do I have time to shower before it’s finished?”
     She nodded. “Yeah, it should be done in about a half hour.” When he left the room to go shower, she opened a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass. She needed something to ease her nerves.
     The meal was finished before Jacob returned, so she set the table with two settings and put the food on the table in serving dishes.
     She sat in her normal seat and waited for Jacob to come in, sipping her wine. Though she was practically about to burst with anxiety, she knew she shouldn’t drink the wine any faster than she already was or she’d end up in over her head.
     Jacob finally came and joined her at the table. “Everything looks and smells great, honey.” he complimented, digging right in.
     Allie blushed. “Thank you, sir.” she murmured. She didn’t cook often because Jacob was a wonderful cook, and she always felt like whatever she would make wouldn’t be as good as what he could make. Being praised on her cooking always made her feel so bashful.
     As he started eating, he made sure to let her know it tasted as good as it smelled before asking how her day was. 
     “Oh, it was okay.” she said distractedly. “How was your day?”
     “It was great!”
     Allie felt stung by his enthusiasm, like he was happy that they were leaving this part of their relationship behind. “That’s good,” she said quietly, looking down at her food.
     “So,” he began. “I actually did change my mind. I think it will be beneficial to us to keep spanking as part of our relationship.”
     Surprisingly, Allie burst into tears. She was so overwhelmed with emotion. She’d expected him to take it away from her, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to handle that. She had spent so much time over thinking her reaction to him removing that aspect, she hadn’t even considered that he may decide it would be better to keep it.
     Jacob looked confused. “I thought this was what you wanted,” he said, his voice betraying his uncertainty.
   Wiping her eyes, she shook her head. “It is! I just … I don’t know. I didn’t think you were going to change your mind.” after a short moment of silence, she continued. “Is this what you want, or are you doing this for me?”
     Taking a deep breath, he responded, “Both. I overreacted when I saw that I had left marks on you, it was very hard for me. I’m not sure I would’ve given second thought to stopping if you hadn’t asked me to, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that you were right. Spankings, and domestic discipline in general has done too much for our relationship to give up on it so easily. There are measures I can take to make sure that I’m not leaving marks on you, and I will be careful to do so. That’s not to say that there won’t ever be marks, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s probably unlikely to avoid them all together, but I will be consciously making an effort to keep that to a minimum. I like the way that our relationship functions, and I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. I understand that you need this, and as your future husband, it’s my duty to provide you with what you need.”
     Allie smiled from ear to ear, blushing. “Thank you,” she whispered, when she finally found her voice. The wheels in her head started turning. It felt like forever since she’d been spanked. “Do you think that maybe…”
     He cut her off. “Don’t worry, there will be a spanking tonight. But first, I want to enjoy the evening with you. Maybe go for a little walk?” he suggested.
     “That would be nice,” she agreed. All was right in her world again, just knowing that the stability was going to be returned beneath her. Later, they would reconnect, re-establish their roles within each others lives, and it would be as if nothing happened.

    

Beginning Anew Ch 6

CHAPTER SIX
    
    Jacob felt like he was free falling. “Hey,” he said softly, kissing her finger tips. “It’s okay if you’re not ready.”
    She shook her head frantically. “It’s not that. I … I want to marry you, Jacob.” Allie whispered. “I just got overwhelmed, and I was thinking about yesterday and how you were in such a terrible mood, and .. I just … are you sure you want to marry me?”
    His jaw dropped. “Are you kidding?” he scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re even thinking that! Allie, the reason I was in a bad mood yesterday was because the jeweler screwed up, and the ring wont be ready until next week. I’d planned everything out and just wanted the night to be perfect. I certainly wasn’t regretting my decision to propose to you! I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I wasn’t absolutely positive that I wanted to be with you for the rest of our lives.” He stood up, taking a few steps away from her, his back toward her. “I’m very upset that you’d even think something like that,”
    She rushed to him, putting her arms around him. “I’m sorry, Jake.” she whispered. In her mind, she chided herself. How could she be so stupid? Of course Jake loved her, he did everything for her. She just couldn’t help but think sometimes that one day he’d meet someone and all of a sudden realize that he was wasting his time with Allie. She shook the thought from her mind. “Please don’t be mad. I want to marry you!”
    “Are you saying yes?”
    Nodding shyly, she looked up at him and smiled. “I’m saying yes,”
    He looked at her, and bent to kiss her. “Even though I cant give you a ring until next week?” he asked, grinning.
    “I don’t care if I never get a ring, I just want to be your wife.” she whispered.
    Their fingers intertwined as they started walking toward home. They walked in silence for some time, enjoying the night air and the electric feeling between them.
    “You know I’m going to spank you for even thinking what you did,” he told her as they came to the front of their apartment building.
    Allie’s tummy filled with butterflies. “But I said I was sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, I just .. I don’t know! I’m sorry,”
    “By the time I’m done with you tonight, you will never EVER say or think anything like that again. Do you understand?” he asked, turning to her.
    She nodded. “Yes sir,” she murmured.
    “Okay, lets go on up.” he led the way and she followed silently. When they got into the apartment, he took a seat on the couch, and pulled Allie over his lap. He started spanking her firmly with his hand, over her thin black dress. While he smacked, he lectured. “I love you Allison, you are the most important person in the world to me. Nothing else even compares to you, don’t you understand that? I am tired of you doubting yourself, and apparently doubting my love for you. It’s just unacceptable, and I won’t stand for it.”

    “Ouch! Oooh,” she wiggled, trying to avoid his hand. “I’m sorry Jake! I really am,”
    He tugged her dress up and yanked her panties down, continuing his assault on her bare bottom. “You’re only sorry because you’re being spanked. Too often lately I’ve heard you making negative comments about yourself and your abilities. Things that are absolutely ridiculous, and not even close to true.” he spanked and spanked, and she thought he might never stop. Finally, he did, and tugged her panties back in place. “Get up,” he said, and when she did, he stood up, lifting her chin. “Look at me,” he demanded.
    She met his eye.
    “That’s only the beginning, little one.” he said softly. Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead. “Go to the bedroom, take off your panties, and bend over the bed.”
    When she moved, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. She embraced him, breathing in his cologne and resting her face against his chest. “I know you said you don’t want to hear sorries, but I am very sorry. I promise I will try harder not to let it happen again.”
    He planted another kiss on the top of her head, then swatted her bottom. “I know you will. Go on to the room, baby.” he watched her go, and shook his head.     When Allie got to the bedroom, she was already pretty shaken up. She felt like she’d ruined the proposal, and hoped that Jacob would forgive her for making him wait for her answer. She could tell he was pretty upset that she’d even consider the fact that he would propose when it wasn’t something that he wanted, and that she thought badly of herself. She hated disappointing him. She stepped out of her panties, and bent over the bed. While she waited, all she could think about was her impending spanking. She was dismayed that the night was going to end this way. Instead of getting a sexy, hot spanking like originally planned, she was being punished like a naughty little girl. She felt ashamed. Her nerves were going crazy while she waited, wondering how long he was going to leave her exposed like this until he came to finish her punishment.
    He knew that Allie was probably ready, in position over the bed, but he decided to drink a glass of water and let her think for a bit. He wanted to let her anticipation build. When he finally came into the room, her beautiful bottom came into sight. He drew in a breath.
    She was bent over the bed just as he’d asked. It was a pretty shade of pink, sporting a few hand prints from their encounter only a short while ago.
    He came to stand beside her, eyeing the strap and leather paddle still laid out on the bed from before their dinner. He picked up the strap first, tapping it on her sit spot. “I want you to always remember that you are the love of my life. Nothing will ever change that, do you understand?”
    “Yes sir,” she whispered. She gasped the first time the strap landed across the bottom of her cheeks. The strokes rained down steadily and they stung furiously. This was a totally different feel than what she’d experienced just a few hours earlier. She clutched the bedspread, moaning quietly.

    He watched her bottom take on a deeper and deeper red each time the strap kissed her already tender skin, her wriggling each time he laid the leather across her bottom.
    She was breathing in ragged breaths when he paused, and she winced when his calloused hand gave her a firm squeeze. “Oh, sir..” she moaned.
    “Yes baby girl?” he murmured, bending down so his mouth was right beside her ear.
    “It hurts,”
    He gave her another good squeeze, then a firm smack. “I’m sure it does, sweetie, but we‘re not done yet.” he reached over and picked up the paddle. “This is to remind you that you are a wonderful person, you are talented, and sweet, and beautiful. I don’t want to hear you saying negative things about yourself anymore. Understand?”
    “Yes sir,” she squeaked.
    Jacob lifted the paddle and brought it down firmly. Despite her yelps, he continued applying the paddle to her already well-reddened bottom.
    “Jacob please! I’m really sorry, I won’t do it anymore!” Allie pleaded. “No more, please!!”
    He placed his hand firmly in the small of her back and held her down. “I hope you don’t do it anymore,” he told her, picking up the pace a bit. He could tell she was getting close to her breaking point.
    Her whimpers grew higher pitched, and she wasn’t struggling anymore. After a few more well placed swats, tears started rolling down her cheeks and she buried her face in the bedspread. “I’m sorry,” she groaned between sobs.
    “Ten more, and then your spanking will be finished.”
    “Yes sir,” she braced herself and took her last ten swats like a good girl. She didn’t even realize the spanking had finished until Jacob started rubbing her back. She stayed draped over the edge of the bed until she heard his voice.
    “Stand up and go to the corner for a bit and think about why you were punished. I’ll be back in a little while,” he ordered, leaving the bedroom.
    Allie got up and went to the corner. She couldn’t help but fidget as she stood there, thinking about what just happened. Her bottom was on fire, but she felt so .. So good! How was this possible? She felt so cherished, and secure, that Jacob loved her enough to take the time to punish her for thinking badly of herself and doubting his love for her. More tears welled in her eyes knowing that she’d let him down by doing what she’d done, and more than anything she wanted him to come back and hold her.
Jake left her alone for only ten minutes, but it felt like a lifetime, even to him. He knew that alone time in the corner would give her time to let the lesson sink in and he hoped the punishment would have more effect this way. However, he hated to see her cry, and he was overwhelmed with the need to comfort her. Making his way back to the bedroom, he found her standing in the corner, sniffling, her bright red bottom on display. “Allie,” he said softly.
    She turned, her eyes swollen and her cheeks tear stained. “Yes sir?” she asked meekly.
    “Do you understand why I had to spank you?”
    Allie nodded.
    “It’s not going to happen again, is it?” he demanded.
    “No sir, I promise!” she cried. She looked up at him, trying to find her voice. “I’m sorry if I ruined the night by acting the way I did,”
    He shook his head, pulling her into his arms. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby. You made me realize how important it is for me to stay on top of everything that you’re feeling and to reel you in before it gets to this point.” he kissed the top of her head, her forehead, her temple.
    “I love you,”
    He cradled her chin, meeting her eye. “I love you. Don’t ever forget it.” he wrapped his arms around her waist, cupping her burning bottom in his hands.
    She sucked her breath in sharply. “Owww,” she whimpered.
    He picked her up, kissing her deeply.
    Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed back, passionate and hot.
    He laid her on the bed and made love to her again and again until they fell asleep in each others arms.

Beginning Anew CH 5

CHAPTER FIVE

    There was a package waiting outside the door when Allie got home. She bounded up the stairs excitedly to retrieve it, knowing exactly what it was. She carried it into the apartment with her and tore the box open immediately, pulling out the leather paddle and strap she’d ordered for Jacob. It was their 3 year anniversary tomorrow, and she thought that giving him spanking implements would be a good way to acknowledge the new direction their relationship was taking. She hurried to their bedroom and dug out a gift box from their collection in the closet, and packed them into the box with some blue tissue paper she’d picked up on her way home. She had a card that she was going to give him too, but after a quick glance at her watch, she decided she was cutting it close on time and would write it out tomorrow. Just as she was stuffing the box under the bed so Jacob wouldn’t see it, she heard him come into the apartment.
    He stepped out of his shoes and hung his coat up next to the door. “Allie?” he called.
    She jumped to her feet and came down the hall. “Hi honey, how was your day?” she asked.
    He didn’t respond, his head in the refrigerator. When he came into sight again, he asked, “What do you want to do for dinner?”
    Shrugging, she replied, “I don’t know. What do you feel like?”
    Jacob found this incredibly irritating. Every time he asked her what she wanted to do, or what she wanted to eat, or where she wanted to go, she always responded, “I don’t know.” he didn’t understand why she couldn’t just make a suggestion. He knew, as soon as he made one, she’d wrinkle her nose and huff about going there because they always go there, or do that, etc. He sighed.
    “Allie, I’ve had a really long day. I’m not in the mood to go back and forth about dinner. Just choose something!”
    Taken aback, Allie’s fingers found the charm on her necklace and started rubbing it, a nervous habit. “Um, I don’t know? We could order out,” She mumbled. “Chinese?”
    Rubbing his temples, he said, “Sounds good. Will you call while I take a shower?”
    She nodded, and watched as he walked down the hall toward the bathroom and their bedroom. She sighed, wondering what had gotten into him today.
    It must have been a horrible day for him to snap at her like that.
    She dialed the Chinese place a few blocks over and ordered their usual. While she waited, her mind started to wander. It had been almost 3 weeks since the last time she was spanked, and while on one hand, she dreaded ever being spanked again, there was some part of her that desired it. She’d felt close to Jacob after he’d spanked her, and the way she felt now .. well, the closeness after a spanking beat this feeling any day. She became so engrossed in thinking about how she could suggest he spank her, maybe to lighten his mood a little, that she didn’t hear the delivery guy til he was banging on their door. She got up and took the food from him, setting it on the kitchen counter and rushing back to pay him.
    Jacob came back from the shower just as Allie was getting plates and silverware out. “Smells good,” he said tightly.
    She looked at him, and could see the stress on his face. “Are you okay?” she asked.
    “I’m fine.” he said, monotonous. He spooned some fried rice onto his plate and loaded up with chicken fingers and teriyaki beef, then plopped down on the couch, turning the tv on to the hockey game.
    “Do you want to talk?” Allie asked, pouring herself a glass of milk before coming to sit next to him.
    “No.”
    She felt stung, like she’d done something wrong, although she knew she hadn’t, she couldn’t have. She ate her food in silence, unable to peel her eyes off her plate for fear that she’d burst into tears. When she finished, she stole a glance at Jacob.
    His eyes were glued to the tv screen.
    “Jake?” she squeaked.
    “Yeah?” he didn’t even look over at her.
    “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
    “Allie, I’m fine.” he sounded very annoyed now. His eyebrows knotted slightly above his eyes, and his mouth pulled into a tight line.
    She took a deep breath. “It just seems like you’re angry, or stressed or something…I’m here if you need to talk about it.”
    He didn’t say anything, just stared at the tv, unblinking.
    Frustrated, Allie stood up and dropped her plate in the kitchen sink. “I’m going to go read in bed or something.” she said, her tone clearly portraying that she was none to happy about how things were going.
    “Yep.” he answered. Once she had stormed down the hallway and their bedroom door slammed shut, he sighed. He’d visited the jewelry store almost a month ago to have his grandmother’s engagement ring restored, and they’d promised him that it would be ready for their anniversary. When he swung by on his way home from work, they told him that things had gotten really busy, and they wouldn’t have it ready for another week. A WEEK! He went off on them, and they promised to reduce the price, but it didn’t matter. Everything was screwed up. He’d planned on taking her out to a nice restaurant for their anniversary, and then walking with her through the city. There was a fountain in the park down the street from their apartment and he wanted to take her there. Once they’d arrived, he was going to get down on one knee and pop the question. Now, the whole night was ruined. No ring, no proposal. He was furious. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he shouldn’t have been taking it out on Allie, this wasn’t her fault.
    He got up and went to their bedroom, but she’d fallen asleep curled up with her book. He brushed the hair back from her face and he realized it was wet, and sticking to her cheek.
    She must have been crying.
    He felt like a total jackass. He contemplated waking her up to apologize, but decided to let her sleep. He shed his clothes down to his boxers, his normal sleep wear, and climbed into bed with her.
    She stirred, and moved closer to him, still half asleep.
    He drew her to him, and smiled when she rested her head on his chest. He fell asleep, his arm wrapped tightly around her.

   
    When he woke in the morning, he could smell eggs and bacon. He groggily got to his feet and got dressed, then made his way to the kitchen.
    “Hey you,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
    “Good morning, in a better mood today?” she asked, a hopeful look on her face.
    He nodded. “I’m sorry about last night. I was an asshole.”
    She tip toed up and kissed him again. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” Upon finishing cooking, she made him a plate, and set it in front of him at the breakfast bar. “I’m going to go get dressed, I’ll be right back.” She went to the bedroom and dressed for work, then came back to eat with Jacob.
    “I made a reservation at that restaurant you like for dinner,” Jacob told her between bites.
    “Bella Luna?” Allie replied excitedly.
    He suppressed a grin, satisfied that her reaction was what he’d hoped it would be. “Yeah, that one…” he said, trying to sound emotionless.
    Allie couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. She loved Bella Luna.
    They’d only been a few times together, since they couldn’t really afford to go more often. The food was delicious, and it was the kind of place you were supposed to dress up to go to.
    Like any woman, she enjoyed getting all gussied up to go out once in a while. She loved having any chance to put on a dress and heels.
    Plus, Jacob loved when Allie got all dressed up. She always looked so beautiful, and he never failed to tell her so. What girl didn’t like hearing that from their man?
    She looked at the time, then jumped up and went to him, kissing his cheek. “See you later honey,” she rushed off to work.
    Jacob finished eating and put both of their plates in the sink before heading to work himself. On the ride there, he tried to figure out a way to salvage the night.

    Allie arrived home before Jake as usual. She pulled the gift box from beneath the bed and wrapped it, then sat down with the card she’d picked out and wrote a heartfelt note inside it. She described the heightened respect she felt for him, the stronger attraction to him, the femininity he brought out in her, all due to their new Domestic Discipline agreement. She thanked him for being the leader she needed, and acknowledged that although it was bound to be a hard road, she was sure it would be well worth the trouble. She ended it by saying that she loved him more than he could imagine, and signed her name. Tucking it inside the envelope, she sealed it and taped it to the front of the gift box. Setting it on the bed, she got up and started to get ready for their fancy dinner. She hopped in the shower and quickly washed down, shaved her legs and armpits, and washed her hair. When she got out, she blow dried and started curling her hair. She was pinning it back when she heard Jacob come in.
    He was a little later getting home than he usually was, because he’d stopped for flowers on the way home and couldn’t decide what he’d wanted to get her. He came down the hallway and saw her standing in front of the mirror, brushing blush onto the apples of her cheeks.
    She heard him coming, and turned to smile at him. She saw the bouquet of flowers in his hand and rushed out in her bra and panties. “Oh, baby, they’re beautiful!” Her eyes were sparkling. She kissed him.
    “Look at you,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her naked body. “Too bad we have a reservation in an hour or I’d ravage you right here in the hallway,” he murmured.
    She grinned, blushing, and pushed him away. “Let me finish getting ready! Fifteen minutes, and then I want you to open your gift.” she returned to the bathroom and finished doing her makeup. When she finished, she found him in the bedroom, tying his tie. She went to the closet and pulled out her little black dress, stepped into it, and had Jake zip up the back for her. Slipping into her heels, she completed her outfit. She slowly turned and looked up at him, smiling.
    “You look beautiful, baby.” he murmured softly.
    “Come open your present!” Allie squealed excitedly. She jumped up and sat on the bed, handing him the box.
     He took the card off the front first and read it, a smile spreading across his face. “You always write the sweetest things, baby.” he murmured. He started opening the box. When he got into it, he picked up one of the two items inside, both wrapped with tissue paper.
    Allie had wrapped more on the handle so the shape wouldn’t be easily recognized.
    He tore the paper off and held the leather paddle out to admire. He had a devilish grin on his face as he reached for the other half of his gift. When he unwrapped the strap, he looked up at her, his eyes gleaming. “We’re gonna have to try these out!” he declared, his voice full of humor. “Hop off this bed and bend over it.”
    Allie’s jaw dropped, her cheeks flushing pink. “What! Now?”
    He nodded. “Yup, now .. Come on!” he insisted. “We don’t have much time, but I want you to have a nice warm butt to sit on at dinner,” Jacob grinned.

    “That’s really not necessary,” she protested playfully, but she bent over the bed.
    Jacob came to stand behind her, lifting her pretty black dress up to expose her cheeks, totally unprotected by her little black thong. He picked up the paddle first, and started lightly slapping her with it. He moved all over her bottom, sure to cover every last inch of it. The swats intensified slightly, but he was going pretty easy overall.
    Allie moaned. This felt much different than a punishment spanking did. This was amazing! She felt so sexy and feminine bent over the bed like this, presenting her ass to her man for him to do as he pleased.
    Jacob paused, pressing himself against her leg and rubbing her warm butt. He caressed and squeezed, growing harder as she pushed her tush out for him. He stepped away, picking up the strap. These strokes were a little harder, but not too hard. He was not trying to make it hurt.
    The strap stung a little, but the sting quickly faded into a delicious heat that covered her whole backside, slowly moving to other more sensitive areas. She was growing more and more aroused with each stroke that landed, her reddening cheeks burning wonderfully. She found herself pushing her bottom out to meet the strap, and moaning in unbridled pleasure each time it came in contact with her tender skin.
    He put the strap down. “Hand me the paddle,” he ordered. “We’ll finish off with ten more and then we’ve got to leave or we’ll miss our reservation.”
    She handed it to him eagerly.
    He gave her ten crisp swats, harder than the rest, all placed strategically on her sensitive sit spot.
    These had her jumping a little, the contrast in sharpness a surprise. When he finished, she stood slowly and rearranged her dress. She felt hot and flustered, and she turned and kissed him hard on the lips.
    “We are far from done, much more to come later,” he promised. He stole one last kiss before escorting her down to his car to leave for dinner.
    The whole way there, all Allie could think about was the night ahead. Despite how much she loved this restaurant, she would have skipped eating there in a heart beat to just go home and continue what had been started.
    Jacob got out of the car and came to the passenger side, opening the door for her. He handed his keys to the valet and they went inside. He was such a gentleman. He pulled out her chair, and when the waitress came over to ask what they’d like to drink, he ordered a bottle of Allie’s favorite wine.
    She was squirming in her seat, her bottom tender and still warm. She smiled across the table at him. Thinking about why she was squirming, and what was still to come, she was more aroused than she ever remembered being. Under the table, she rubbed her leg against his.
    He grinned watching her squirm. “Something wrong, honey?” he asked.
    “Not at all, why?”
    “You look a little wiggly in that chair over there,” he teased.
    Allie blushed furiously, even though it was impossible for anyone else around to either have heard or understood what he meant even if they’d happened to overhear him.
    Try as he might, he couldn’t stop staring at her. He’d thought and thought all day about what he would say when he popped the question, and suddenly, he couldn’t remember any of it. His hands were sweating and he felt like his heart might explode it was beating so fast. He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be sitting here across from her. In the muted light of the restaurant, her eyes sparkled brighter than the chandelier hanging from the center of the room.
    The waitress returned to take their dinner orders and to deliver their soups and the warm bread. Allie ordered steak, something she really only ate when they were out, and he decided on the swordfish. After the waitress had gone, Allie poured herself a glass of wine.
    “So,” she said softly. “Do you like your gifts?” she looked at him over the rim of her glass, blinking innocently.
   “They were very appropriate. I love them,” he smiled. “Do you like them?”
    Allie nodded shyly. “Very much,”
    They chattered on about nothing and everything, lost in a world where they were the only two occupants. Nobody else in the room existed, it was just the two of them, staring into each others eyes lovingly from across the table. They ate slowly and enjoyed themselves, sipping wine and laughing at each other’s jokes. When they finally finished and were ready to leave, it was hours later. Jacob left a nice tip and they headed out to get the car.
    Again, he opened her door for her, and helped her in. When they arrived at their apartment, he rushed around to her side of the car and let her out, then held out his elbow in invitation.
    She took it, giggling.
    “Let’s go for a walk?” he suggested. “It’s a really nice night,”
    Allie agreed.
    They walked slowly, and he led her to the park. He sat down on the edge of the water fountain, the water lit green by the fluorescent lights inside it. He waited for her to sit beside him, then looked up at the night sky.
    “The stars are out tonight,” he commented. They often stared up at the stars together, in awe of their beauty.
    When Allie looked up, he slipped to the ground, getting on one knee. She glanced back down at him, and her breath caught in her throat.
    He took her hand, and a deep breath. “Allison, you are the most wonderful, beautiful woman that I have ever met in my whole life. I remember thinking the first time I saw you that there wasn’t a chance in hell you’d even give me the time of day, never mind a date. I couldn’t believe it when I asked you to dinner and you actually said yes.” he kissed her fingertips. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family with you, and make mud pies with our kids. I want to see who’s hair goes grey first, and who will spoil the grandkids more. I want to die holding your hand, Allie, when we're both old and withered. I don’t want to spend a minute of the rest of my life without you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
    She just stared at him, unable to even move. When she finally opened her mouth to speak, she burst into tears, burying her face in her hands.
   

more to come soon, promise!
:D

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.”   

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.