Bad Bad Girl

Caine walked to Coley and gave her a hug. “I’m glad you approve. Do you mind leaving so Neely and I can talk?” Caine asked solemnly.

“Sure, no problem, but before I forget, the reason I came over in the first place is to tell you that I’m throwing a party for Matt’s birthday next Friday. So you both better be there,” Coley said as she moved to give me a hug.

“We’ll be there. Let me walk you out,” Caine said as he put his arm around Coley.

I stood in place, paralyzed in fear. Caine’s voice sounded so serious. God, was he going to break it off with me? What could his serious talk be about? The devastation began to take over, and the tears that had been threatening since seeing Caine fell freely.

Caine walked back into the room and stopped when he saw me crying. He rushed over and put his arms around me. “Why are you crying?”

I tried to get the words out between my sobs. “Please, Caine. I don’t want what you and I have to end. I love you.”

Caine pulled away to look at me in surprise. “Why would you think we would be over? I love you, Neely. You need to understand that breaking up is never going to be an option for us. I might get mad. You might get mad. But ending what we have is not going to happen. Are we clear?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry, Caine. I feel horrible for making you think I’m not proud of what we have. I am. I was just nervous telling my friends because they all know you believe in spanking. And well…I didn’t really know how to talk about it, or defend it, or anything. So I just pushed it out of my mind I guess,” I confessed, feeling better after saying it.

Caine embraced me and rubbed his hands on my back. “I know. Part of this is my fault, too. I told you Domestic Discipline was important to me and a part of my life, but I haven’t introduced you to it fully. I should have handled it better, helped you feel more comfortable with the idea. I haven’t had a reason to use it until now.”

I tensed in his arms and looked into his stern eyes. “What? Are you still mad at me?” I asked nervously.

“No, I’m not mad anymore. But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. You promised me you would tell Coley, and you broke your promise. You knew I assumed you had told her, and you continued to let me believe that, which is withholding the truth. And you instantly thought I was going to break up with you just because I got angry which is not having faith in our love.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. He sat down, pulling me next to him. “I also see how guilty you feel about it all.”

He took a deep breath and continued. “Neely, I’m going to spank you for everything I just mentioned. I’m going to spank you to show when I get angry, I won’t end our love. I am going to spank you to show how I choose to handle conflict.” He paused again to look at me. “Are you going to be able to accept that?”

I could feel my heart beating and fear pulsated through me. Deep down I realized I was just afraid of the unknown. Not the fact that Caine was going to spank me. I could feel a lump form in the back of my throat. Could I accept this? I knew I could, that I wanted to.

“Yes,” I answered, barely above a whisper.

Caine rubbed his hands on my arms in a very soothing manner. He stared into my eyes as if he were searching my soul. Searching if I truly was all right with what was to come. There was a moment where it seemed as if he doubted his lifestyle, doubted if he wanted to continue. I smiled softly and nodded. I knew he needed this from me. I knew he needed to know that this wasn’t one-sided.

“Neely, I would like you to stand up and remove your clothing,” Caine commanded.

I looked at him in surprise. “But when you spanked Sara, you asked her to just pull down her panties,” I said in confusion.

“Yes, I did. But when I have a wife, I will expect her to be fully nude when I spank her. And considering I plan on making you my bride sooner rather than later, I would like to do it this way from the start,” Caine explained. “Now, Neely, I know you have never been spanked before so I will walk you through it this one time. But from this moment on, I will expect you to do what I ask without arguing or talking back. Do you understand?”