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CHAPTER FIVE
Vanessa
My God, this man must be the strictest human being on Earth!
I kneel in the corner, staring at the wall. I can feel the air conditioning very softly sending a breeze over my back and licking lightly at the soles of my feet right beneath my bare ass. That bare ass of mine still stings from the spanking, and though I don’t dare turn my head to look; I imagine my ass cheeks are very red indeed.
I can’t believe I got another spanking.
I can’t believe I’m willingly kneeling naked in the corner, staring at the cream-colored wall. I can’t believe how I just submit to this punishment. I can’t believe that the announcement of the punishment—spanking and then forty-five minutes in the corner—doesn’t make me livid. I can’t believe my compliance.
And I can’t believe how grateful I am to Gray for punishing me!
That’s the toughest part to believe of all!
But I am grateful. The bottom line is I broke the rule and since in the very beginning of our relationship, his authority to punish me was established, that’s what he does. The remarkable thing about all this is that I broke a rule that is, in fact, my rule.
In fact, all of the rules I must follow are my rules, rules created by me! The only exception is the one rule Gray made. I am not allowed to put myself down. I can’t speak ill of myself at all. All of the rest are my rules, rules I make and Gray enforces.
For five months, these rules are my guidelines for behavior and growth.
For five months, my ass cheeks are pretty damned pink all the time.
And I’m so damned happy I can’t believe it!
I don’t enjoy spankings. I don’t enjoy sitting in the corner. I sure as hell enjoy not getting away with breaking the rules, though. That’s the crazy contradiction. Maybe at some point there will be things I submit to him that I’ll stop submitting. After all, the whole point is for Grayson to provide me with discipline until I have self-discipline that I can provide for myself. Of course, I imagine there will be other things by then I want to submit to him.
Because I am growing.
And my world is expanding.
And I am becoming what I want to be.
The wonderful thing about all that is that I’m becoming what I want to be but not in any way hating what I am now. It’s a strange thing for me, to see things I want to improve but not to feel like some kind of a failure because those things need improvement. I know for certain the ability to do that comes from the way Daddy helps me look at my life.
I hold back a giggle because just as that thought occurs to me, I shift slightly, which makes my ass rub against my heels and sends a burst of stinging pain. Here I am with a butt sore from spanking thinking about how wonderful the man who spanked me is!
He is, though. He really is.
My Daddy done don’t mess around! I think those words in a kind of thick southern accent, and it’s pretty hard to keep from giggling. I manage, though. It feels strange as can be for a spanking to feel reassuring to me, for it to make me feel better and safer in the relationship. It does, though. I can’t explain it but I love it.
The months with Grayson have really changed me. Oh, I have a long way to go but I am so happy. It’s like I’ve got a dose of real self-improvement. I can’t really explain it. Grayson does it pretty well though. His explanation is that he’s an extension of my desires and my will. He holds me accountable to myself in a way that makes it look like I’m being held accountable to him. This gives me external motivation as I build up my internal motivation.
God, I shouldn’t feel so happy while I’m staring at the corner and my butt hurts from the spanking! I certainly shouldn’t feel so damned horny. I am, though. I can’t help myself. The crazy thing about it is Daddy is already gone and he will be for hours. I’m here staring at the corner and even though he won’t know if I get up, there’s no chance in hell I’ll stop the punishment until my phone alarm rings to tell me it’s over.
When Daddy arrives home later, he finds me kneeling and naked. I’m not in the corner, though. I smile up at him and lick my lips. As my mouth closes over his cock a minute or so later and I move my tongue as I slide my lips along his shaft, I wonder if he thinks I stayed naked the whole time or even if he thinks I remained on my knees. I’ll never tell him!
Oh, I guess if he asks, I’ll tell him but he doesn’t ask right now. He lets out a sigh and a moan and I do all I can to get as deep as possible. It just thrills me when I can get him to react, when I know I’m driving him wild. I slide my hands up his legs. His pants aren’t off. They’re just unzipped and open. His boxers are tucked under his balls. There is something really sexy to me about him being mostly clothed but his cock still in my mouth. I reach around and take hold of his ass because I want to finish him with my mouth. I don’t want him to interrupt the blowjob for anything else.
He doesn’t.
When he groans and cums, I feel a pretty dramatic sense of victory and I suck nice and hard as I grip his butt and try to go really deep. He’s too big, really, for me to get him all the way into my throat in this position but I do pretty well. I finally suck my way back and off and swallow everything down. I look up at him with a smile and say sweetly, “Thank you, Daddy.” Sure, it’s kind of ritualistic to say that, a BDSM thing, but I really am thankful. I wanted to complete the blowjob and not get sidetracked by sex.
And I did.
But Daddy isn’t done with me so I get to give the blowjob and to have the sex, too. It’s like my whole life is the best of everything!
