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"I heard a woman flirtatiously giggling next to you, and I got jealous," I mumbled truthfully. I was ashamed of my reaction, but lying to him was pointless. I would only make matters worse.
"Okay." He nodded. "Why would you be jealous?" He leaned closer, putting his huge hand on my thigh.
"Have you not seen yourself?" I burst out, and a small smile appeared on his plump lips. I craved to taste them, but first, I had to explain my irrational behaviour. "I'm scared of losing you to some model," I muttered, watching his huge fingers as they slid under my skirt through the high slit on my skirt. I felt him gently squeezing my inner thigh, and chills ran up my spine. It felt great to have contact with him again.
"I thought I had made myself clear about wanting you, not another woman; no matter how beautiful, clever, or captivating she is. I want you, princess. "
Mr Thorn’s profound whisper in combination with the words, which I didn’t know how much I needed to hear, touched my aching soul. I jumped on him, taking him by surprise and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He lifted me up effortlessly, placing me on his lap, and embracing me while I buried my face in the crook of his neck, enjoying our closeness.
"I’m still going to spank you, princess," he whispered after some time of me clinging to him, like I was scared of the world outside. I pulled away from him, looking into his blue eyes, trying to find some unkind emotions, but there was nothing. He wasn’t angry at me or disappointed; he simply required correction of my misconduct.
"I know, sir," I breathed, and he gently put his hand on my cheek.
"Do you understand why?" I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes, drunk with his tenderness.
"Yes, sir," I murmured, yet he took his hand away, and I abruptly opened my eyes. He was frowning at me.
"Tell me why," he ordered, and I inhaled a deep breath, putting my palms on his chest.
"I made a jealousy scene." I was avoiding eye contact with him, biting my lip. I impatiently waited for him to decide on my punishment. I prayed he wasn’t thinking about giving me writing lines again.
"It’s not about jealousy," he stated in a firm voice and put a finger under my chin, lifting my head up to meet his gaze. "I understand that you don’t know me well enough to know that I would never betray you. I have to prove myself." He caressed my cheek with his thumb, and I was melting under his touch. "But I won’t ever let you talk to me the same way you did last night. I won’t tolerate it," he continued, piercing me with his blue eyes. "You won’t be punished for what you said. You will be reminded of how you should speak to me."
"Yes, sir," I agreed sincerely. He always explained his actions. I’d never been punished without a reason. And I honestly deserved it this time. I was acting disrespectful, and I disrupted the harmony between us. My yelling at him was untrusting and impolite. The dynamic in our relationship needed to be restored, and it could only be done if he confirmed his position as a dominant partner, and I submitted to any disciplinary action he saw fit.
"Stand up and pull your skirt down," Mr Thorn commanded, and with my heart somewhere in my throat, I did as he said. I could leave my panties on, and he motioned for me to bend over his lap. I raised my eyebrows at him, completely flabbergasted.
"You’re taking me over your knee?" I squealed and quickly drifted my eyes from side to side, looking for some kind of tool he intended to use. But nothing was there, only him.
"Yes, princess," he uttered nonchalantly. "I’m going to spank your ass with my hand. Now, come here." He pointed at me to take a position, and I slowly obeyed. My feelings were all over the place. It was much more intimate than when I’d been on all fours on the bed or pressed against the wall, and I was glad for it. I took this punishment more seriously than previous ones, and clearly, we were on the same page.
I felt his hand on my butt, stroking it through the fabric of my panties. My heart went crazy in my chest, and I clenched my palms into fists, expecting him to start.
"At the beginning, I leave your panties on for a warm-up," Mr Thorn explained, giving me a few light slaps. "After that, I’ll pull them down, and the real punishment will start."
"Yes, sir," I confirmed in a trembling voice, not knowing what to think of it. I’d been spanked like this a few times when I was a child and later as a teenager. It hadn’t been very hard, and it was mostly because I’d come home after curfew. So, I really didn’t know what to expect from this.
A warm-up, as Mr Thorn had called it, was a few minutes of easy smacks on my ass, sending stinging sensations from my bottom to my body. It was more arousing than painful. However, as he’d mentioned before, he pulled down my panties and the touch of his hand changed. He squeezed my ass cheeks, paying equal attention to both of them, and then he started spanking me.
The few opening slaps were hard but nothing serious. It hurt a little, but mostly my ego rather than my butt. Still, after another six, maybe seven hits, I was biting my bottom lip to stop whimpers from escaping my mouth. I was concentrating on counting the smacks because it kept me distracted from the pain. But then, Mr Thorn started to ask me questions, bringing me out of my shell, and I had to face the hard truth. He wanted me to remember it.
"Why are you being spanked, princess?" he asked at least for a fifth time, and I sobbed loudly. Two painful slaps resonated in the room.
"Because I was disrespectful," I cried out, tears falling freely down my cheeks. My bottom was on fire. I was fisting a cushion, which was part of the sofa, trying to catch my breath. I wasn’t weeping because I was sad or hurt. Believe it or not, I felt relieved. All the stress which I’d felt after our fight was floating away. My mind was set on the repetitive action of Mr Thorn’s brisk hand meeting my ass, and nothing else mattered to me at that moment.
Shit! It was excruciatingly painful. My butt burned and stung at the same time, and every next hit brought another wave of tears into my eyes. At the end, I was crying out loud, promising over and over again that I would never do it again. This was so far away from my previous punishments. This was a real spanking, no playing, no fooling around like before when he’d barely touched me with a cane or with a belt. He made his point: no disrespectful behaviour in the near future.
"It’s over, princess." Mr Thorn’s voice sounded so distant when he finished. I pulled myself up, and he helped me kneel next to him on the couch. I put my wet, cold palms on my sore ass, cooling it.
"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, gently caressing my butt. His touch, along with mine, helped to ease the pain.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, wiping the tears with the back of my hand while he studied my face. For sure, with all the makeup smeared, I looked like a clown, but I didn’t mind. I’d just experienced my first hard punishment. At some point, I was proud of myself and also satisfied that I hadn’t whined or kicked like a lunatic.
"What will you do next time if the same situation occurs?" Mr Thorn inquired, stroking my thigh, and then moving back to my ass. It was very pleasurable, and slowly, the pain faded away, and was replaced by the pleasure of his soothing touches.
"I will ask where you are," I replied with a small smile, "but I won’t yell at you," I quickly added, not giving him a chance to lecture me. "However." I put my small hand on his huge one on my leg, stopping his movements. "I won’t be satisfied with an ‘I have a meeting’ answer when a woman will be giggling next to you." I was certain of my words. I could be punished again and my opinion wouldn’t have changed. It wasn’t disrespectful. I stood my ground, even as a submissive one in our relationship. I felt safe with him and he hadn’t done anything, which could be considered a reason for not believing him. I trusted him, yet my grandmother had always said ‘trust but verify.’ And she was right.
"Fine." He traced his thumb along my knuckles. "Next time, I’ll give you the ‘it’s my sister’ answer." He winked at me, and I pouted.
