I cry because I’m scared to be honest with Aaron about what I want.
I cry because all I really, really want is him, but the idea of getting him seems so incredibly out of reach that it’s impossible.
And I cry because I need to.
I cry for everything I’ve ever lost, and then it stops.
He lifts me up, and I hiss as my ass hits his pants. He doesn’t laugh or tease me. He doesn’t say anything about the sound.
“Mallory,” he says. This time, his voice sounds almost pained. I don’t think he wanted to spank me. I think he felt like he needed to. He felt like I was practically begging him for one, and that much is true.
For me, boundaries are important. I need to know how much I can push someone. Call it bratting or call it being naughty: I don’t care.
“Yes, Daddy?” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he murmurs the words almost so quietly that I can’t hear, but I do.
I hear him.
“Tell me why you fussed,” he says.
“Because I wanted you to finish the story,” I say.
My ass is aching.
Shit, it hurts so fucking bad.He reaches for my chin and tilts it up. Aaron forces me to look into his eyes, and I kind of hate that and love it at the same time.
“And is it more important to get your way or to obey Daddy?” He asks.
“It’s important to obey,” I tell him quietly.
“But?”
“But I didn’t want to.”
“I know you wanted to finish the story,” he says, validating my feelings. He understands that I wanted something. Now it’s my turn to try to understand. “But I had some other things planned for us.”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“I wanted to undress you, little one, and I wanted to play with you.”
So he wanted to be romantic. Is that it? He wanted to be sweet, and I had to go and ruin it with an attitude.
“I’m sorry.”
“You took your spanking like a champ. All is forgiven,” he says. “Now put the book away, Mallory, and come back to me.”
I slide off his lap and drop down off the bed. My ass still hurts, and I get the feeling that it’s going to be painful for a long time. I take the book and carry it back to the bookshelf. I’m very aware of the fact that Aaron and I just shared something really intense, and I get the feeling that things between us are changing.
They’re getting deeper and more intense and if there was any thought that things would be the same after tonight, they’re gone now.
There’s no way in hell things can stay the same now.
He spanked me.
He didn’t just slap me on the bottom and call me a naughty girl.
No, he fucking disciplined me, and I’m embarrassed as hell with how much I loved it. I enjoyed it, and yeah, I was craving it. I don’t like to admit that shit to myself on a good day, but today, I needed it. I needed him. I wanted that boundary and he was willing to step up and give it to me.