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Picking up the reform school paddle I remembered so well, he pointed to the chair again.
“Couldn’t you just use the strap to start?” I asked, very carefully.
“Reggie said you’d say that,” Will replied.
“You talked to him?”
He smirked. “That really does irk you, doesn’t it?”
A dozen fleeting thoughts were all of a sudden converging on me at once, my head spinning, my thumping heart sounding like a drum in my ear; but I didn’t have even a second to get anything straight, because Will pushed me rudely over the arm of my overstuffed chair, and raised my skirt so my behind was ready for him. What seemed so incredibly appropriate with Reggie, almost easy anymore, was downright bizarre with Will. For some strange reason this was more humiliating than any punishment I ever had. I was trembling everywhere with a sensation that was ungodly sexual; at least until the first blow hit. And that
practically knocked me off my feet, even if I had the security of the cushion beneath me.
“Yeeouch!” I yowled.
I was shocked. The smack of the paddle was so fast and fierce, I was dancing madly, hardly able to keep my kicking feet on the carpet.
“Stop your wiggling!”
“Damn it hurts!” I roared angrily.
“Good. It’s suppose to,” he roared back, just as angrily. All that cool reserve was supplanted by his righteous wrath. I knew I was in for quite a punishment.
He smacked me right through my pleas, ignoring any protest, as if he was stone deaf. I had no idea what an efficient spanker Will could be and the burn he raised on me was so intense it wasn’t long before I was in tears. What I could often hold back with Reggie, just plain hurt that much more with the man I loved.
Once I tried standing up, just to take a break, but he pushed me down with a firm shove.
“You try that again and you’ll regret it.” He finished off the statement with a sharp whack of the paddle that renewed my tears and wailing.
A few dozen more hard smacks, and he was finished. The end sudden, but I was hardly going to argue. My poor bottom was stinging hot, and I’m sure a deep shade of red.
I tried to rise.
“Stay put,” he ordered sternly.
I’d rarely heard him sound so parental, though behind his words was an incredible fury. As I suspected, the Reggie-like cold had only been a mask for the anger, indignation and hurt that the spanking revived in him. If ever I was getting my just desserts, I was getting them now.
“You wonder sometimes, Alex, that all the answers stare you in the face, and you just can’t see them. I never realized how good it would feel taking this out on your bottom.” He was standing next to me with the paddle in hand and inspired again, he gave me another smack, just for good measure.
My god, I thought, he was going to keep me there forever, as much as he seemed to be enjoying himself. I snuffed loudly, just to let him know I was still feeling the awesome effects of the last fifteen minutes.
“I’m not through punishing you, but I’m not going to wear you out in one night. You take some time to think about this. Think about our whole relationship. See if it’s what you really want from me. I won’t put up with our lives the way they used to be,” he swore. “I hope this treatment works for you, because it certainly is satisfying for me.”
I could tell he was about to leave, and I was absolutely frantic.
“You’re not going are you?” I said, at last standing up and facing him.
“Yes, I’m going,” he confirmed.
“But…” I expected warmth, sex, a cuddling arm at the very least, all the tender things I knew with Will. He was offering none of that. What was worse, all my raging hormones were demanding some kind of relief.
“You’re aroused, aren’t you?” he said. Obviously my distress was written in my nonplused expression.
“Yes,” I admitted, hopefully.
He smiled wickedly. “Good. That will make the evening all the more meaningful.”
“You’re really leaving me?” I cried.
