“This isn’t some sexual kink I take lightly. Even if it was, the fact that I wasn’t important enough to you to keep my private life private, shows me you don’t take my lifestyle seriously,” Caine yelled at a volume I’m sure the neighbors could hear.
“That’s not fair, Caine! I know it isn’t a sexual kink, and I do take our lifestyle seriously! This was before we were together and before I knew anything about Domestic Discipline. You’re mad at me for something I did before we were together! I’m sorry I disrespected your privacy, but it was simply innocent gossip. I would never talk about it the same way today. I want this as much as you do!” I screamed right back. My voice began to quiver, and the tears came spilling out. I had never yelled at Caine before.
Caine’s face softened. He was silent for what felt like an eternity before speaking. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be getting mad at you for something you did before we were a couple.” He walked over to me and embraced me. “Baby, stop crying. It kills me to see you cry. I love you.” Caine wiped at a tear as he held me tighter.
“I’m sorry, Caine,” I sniffled.
“I am too. I let my temper get the best of me.” He lifted my chin to stare in his eyes. “Forgive me?” Caine asked sheepishly.
I answered by kissing him. He kissed me back with passion. Pulling me tight against his chest, he tangled his tongue with mine.
“God, I could kiss you all night,” Caine mumbled while continuing to kiss.
“Make love to me,” I moaned.
Caine slowly pulled away and took a deep breath. “My sister will kill us if we arrive late. As much as I want to sink my cock deep inside of you, I think we better wait until later.”
“I guess you’re right,” I whined. “You can spank me if you want,” I flirted.
Caine laughed. “What have I created?” He looked at me and suddenly grew serious. “I don’t want to fight like that again. Understood?”
I nodded in agreement.
“I’m not mad at you for telling your friends, but I’m still going to spank you for doing so. I’m also going to spank you for screaming at me.” He sat down on the vanity stool and reached for my hand to assist me to bend over his knee.
I had no problem doing so since I really felt I deserved a spanking. It wasn’t a big deal, but I knew Caine had to spank me to stay consistent. He had to stand behind being the Head of Household, and allowing me to yell at him without consequences would have gone against everything.
“Since we’re in a rush, I’ll let you stay dressed. This one is going to be quick but hard.” He raised my dress to my waist exposing my bare bottom. Caine then reached for my hairbrush that he had threatened to use a short time before.
If I was honest with myself, I wanted the spanking. I didn’t enjoy the actual spanking, but I loved the submitting of my bare ass, and I enjoyed the feeling afterward; the sense of closure, and the ability to end whatever disagreement we had. I really loved the balance that was created. I loved having a man. I would almost feel euphoric afterwards. I would feel so good; tolerating the actual pain was worth it.
The first spank with the hairbrush made me jump and cry out immediately. “Oww, that hurts!”
Caine continued the spanking with what I now considered a horrible spanking implement. The hurt was there from the very beginning.
“Please, Caine, it hurts! I know what I did was wrong. Just stop,” I pleaded as I tried to block the spanking with my hand.
I pleaded for him to stop, but that wasn’t what I really wanted. If Caine had stopped, I knew I would lose respect for him. He would be giving me control, and I didn’t want the control. That was what I loved about Caine. He took the lead, and I wanted that in a man.
“Neely, stop trying to block or you’re going to get more swats,” he warned.
Caine continued to place one spank after the other. He continued until he had spanked me about thirty times before stopping. He stood me up and wrapped me in his arms. He didn’t bring me to tears, nor do I think that was his intention. Even though the hairbrush hurt like hell, it was a simpler spanking than some others. I could see my reflection in the mirror, and I could see the hairbrush paddling had left my bottom a bright shade of pink. Caine lowered his hand to my ass and rubbed it along the sensitive flesh. He then lowered my dress and pulled away so he could look into my eyes.