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She squealed and hurried down the hall. Once back in her room, she quickly piled the two pillows into the middle of the bed. As she climbed over them, she thought of Nancy’s story and shivered. She didn’t understand it, but even trepidation about what she was about to experience didn’t keep her body from becoming aroused. She was simply wired differently than most women. A wonderful warmth that had nothing to do with actual strokes being applied to her ass always began to flow through her entire body when her bottom had been warmed. She’d been spanked quite often during play at a club.
While her bottom had really hurt when Ethan had last paddled her, she understood that this was going to be nothing like those other times. Logan was the man she was falling in love with, the Dom she had accepted to submit to, and she was about to get her ass blistered for disobeying him. She wasn’t getting spanked to increase her arousal; she was getting spanked for discipline.
She squirmed a bit over the pillows, as her stomach began to tingle and her pussy moisten. She flushed, knowing that it probably wasn’t a good thing to appear so aroused the first time Logan punished her.
She heard him enter the room and her mind emptied of everything but what was about to happen. She saw him drop his shirt onto the small chair where she sat to put on her hose and apply her makeup. He looked fantastic shirtless; his broad chest muscled and very lightly covered with black hair. Her eyes drifted lower to his six-pack, her tongue darting out to lick along her bottom lip at the sight of the trail that traveled from his navel to beneath the waistband of his pants. It took the sound of him clearing his throat for her gaze to dart to his hands, only now realized exactly how large they were. She squirmed a bit for the second time.
Logan smiled as he looked down at her. “Elizabeth, do you know why you are going to be punished?” he asked, for the first time in their relationship.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Tell me,” he said firmly, and she knew this man would always require clarity in all things. Memories of last night flooded through her mind.
“I moved when you told me to be still,” she said, and he nodded. “I didn’t keep my hands above my head. I tried to push you away when… when you… ummm, were using your mouth even though you reminded me to be still,” she confessed.
“Very good.”
The giggle she gave had her slapping a hand over her mouth.
“Care to share?” he asked.
“It was,” she said and giggled again. “Very good, I mean.”
Logan appeared to be fighting not to smile. “Do you have a paddle?” he asked, and her need to giggle immediately disappeared.
“Um, no, Sir,” she said.
“Do you have a hairbrush, other than that flimsy one in the bathroom?” he asked, and her buttocks clenched over the pillow.
“No, Sir,” she answered. He looked around the room, as if expecting some suitable implement to jump into his hands.
“Well,” he said with a sigh, “it seems we have a dilemma.”
Without even thinking about it, Elizabeth rolled off the pillows to sit cross-legged on the bed. She pulled the top pillow off the pile, hugging it to her, her chin resting on the top as she looked at him.
Logan shook his head and chuckled.
“What?”
“Nothing, except that while I should add swats for you getting out of position, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a submissive seem so seriously concerned that her Dom can’t find anything to spank her with.”
Elizabeth had the grace to blush even as she shrugged. “I can’t help it. I don’t like loose ends.”
“What do you suggest we do?” he asked.
“You could use your hand, like last night,” she offered, and when his eyebrow arched, she clarified, “Ummm, maybe just a little harder?”
“No, I don’t think my hand will demonstrate the proper importance of this spanking,” he said. “Think of something else.”
Her eyes dropped down along his chest to his waist. Elizabeth wanted to suggest he forget all about this spanking stuff, drop his pants, and join her in bed, but Logan misinterpreted her look.
“No,schatzlein,” he said. “You earned a good hard paddling, but you were not naughty enough to earn a whipping. I only use my belt for far more severe misbehavior.”
She flushed hotly, not even once considering a whipping and not about to confess what her actual thoughts had been.
“I don’t have my car or else I could get a paddle from my bag,” he said, and she understood the black duffle in his truck did indeed hold his “toys”. “It would take too long to call a cab, go home, get a paddle and come back,” he continued, and she just stared at him as it dawned upon her just how seriously he considered all this. “Same thing applies to calling Dan and asking him to bring me one.”
She shuddered, picturing Dan knocking on her door and handing a paddle through, knowing exactly who was going to get her ass spanked with it. Logan picked up the discarded shirt as if to put it on.
