Bad Bad Girl

“Rebecca,” Sawyer said, as he walked up to her and placed his hands on both of her arms. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I-I,” she stammered, “I didn’t want to involve you in this mess. It was stupid, and… How did you find out?” She finally looked up into his face and saw disappointment. The look shot a pain through her heart as though a dagger had just been stabbed into her.

“Caine called me. He was furious, and said you all got arrested for public intoxication.” He squeezed her arms more firmly. “Why did I have to hear about this from him?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll pay you back.”

“That has nothing to do with this.”

Rebecca looked down at her feet, not able to look into his face any longer. The shame, the embarrassment, the guilt of having him be here so late, everything became so overwhelming.

Sawyer grabbed her hand and silently led her out of the police station and toward his car. He opened the door for her and gently assisted her into the passenger seat. His car smelled like him, and Rebecca took a large breath to wash away the odors of the holding cell.

When he got into the car, he turned to face her, not starting the engine. “You have two choices, Rebecca,” he said. “I can take you home, and I will go back to my home as well. Or I can take you to my house. But if I take you to my house, you will be punished for tonight. You will not only be punished for getting arrested, but you will be punished for not trusting in me and calling me for help.”

She looked at him as her heart skipped a million beats. He looked more hurt than he did mad.

“So you can go home and live your life as you see fit, or you can go home with me and live your life with me. But if you choose me, then that comes with everything,” he said.

“You mean Domestic Discipline? If I go home with you, I have to be spanked?”

“If you go home with me, then yes, you will be punished. We are at a crossroads in this relationship. I would like to take you home and take you in hand. I want to give you love, guidance, and firm correction. But I need you to willingly choose this path. So like I said, you have two choices. What’s it going to be?”

She must have still been high. She had to be, because no one in their right mind would be thinking the thoughts she was. She wanted to go home with Sawyer. She didn’t want to go home alone. She wanted to go down this path that he mentioned. Rebecca wanted to be punished. She wanted more than anything for Sawyer to make this whole entire night go away, and if a spanking was the way to do it, then she was all for it. Maybe she had lost her mind, but right now she needed Sawyer. She needed him to give her comfort, support, love… and even a spanking.

“I want to go home with you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He started the car with a smile. “You are in so much trouble.” The words, his voice, the promise of what was to come… they all sent a shot of electricity straight to her pussy.

“I know.”

49

Sawyer winced at the flash of fear he saw in Rebecca’s eyes. He didn’t want her to fear him, or to fear the Domestic Discipline lifestyle. He knew he had to handle this correctly or risk losing her forever.

“Why don’t we get you in the shower? I’m sure you don’t exactly feel clean after spending hours in the holding cell.”

A few seconds passed and the fear drained from her face, replaced by weary acceptance. “A shower would be nice.”

He opened his front door and held out his hand. “Follow me.”

He led her through the living room and down the hallway toward the bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet, listening to Rebecca’s light footsteps behind him. When they entered the bathroom, he turned on the water for her, waiting for it to heat up. She whisked her shirt over her head and allowed it to fall to the ground.

He was about to leave to give her some privacy, but he remained frozen at the sight of her lace–covered breasts. His hands clenched at his sides with the need to caress her petite body, with the need to ravish her, with his increased hunger to plunge his cock into that tight little cunt of hers. But he couldn’t. Not until he’d punished her. He didn’t want to confuse her with erotic spanking. As hard as it was going to be—and his cock tenting his pants made it quite obvious just how hard it would be—it was his duty to take control of his actions and do what he had promised. Following through was key.