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I sway gently out of my jeans, pushing them past my thighs and onto the floor and use my toes to slide the jeans away from my body before reaching for the waistband of my panties.
He grasps my hands in his. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready for you to continue unwrapping. I want to admire every inch of you,” Nick states, trailing a finger from the bottom of my sweater, down the silkiness of my panties, and over my center with a firm finger that sets my entire body on fire. The wetness pools, and my nipples pebble from the heat of his touch.
“Turn around for me, beautiful,” Nick says, causing everything south to clench.
I spin, using my toes for balance as the heat of his gaze sears its imprint on my semi-naked form. I swallow past the lump of fear, anxiety, excitement, and yearning that seems caught in the middle of my throat.
“Slide your panties down and bend over, Allie.”
I inhale deeply while skimming my panties over my hips, down to my thighs, and letting them float to the floor before scooting them with a bare toe toward my jeans.
“You’re stunning, Allie. Everything and more than I dreamt of. Now bend at the waist.”
There is no bench to lie on, no furniture or bar to hang onto, just my muscles keeping me in position and my arms hanging in limbo as he savors the view of my behind.
“I’m impressed. You can place your hands on your thighs to brace yourself while I spank your sweet little ass. When I start, I won’t stop, unless you ask me to, so pick a word you’d like to mean stop immediately,” Nick commands, as I hang upside down contemplating my fate.
“I’ve never safe worded once, and I won’t do it now.”
The flat of his hand connects with my ass cheek. “Stop!”
“No, that doesn’t work. Pick a different word.”
“Bacon.”
He laughs out loud. “That one will do. Once I start, there’s to be no moving, kicking, or yelling. I’ll expect you to take this spanking in the manner it’s being administered, with respect and mutual trust. I’ll not give you more than you can take, nor less than you deserve.”
Something about how Nick handles himself and this situation garners respect and comes naturally, so instinctively that it takes me by surprise.
“When you’ve received previous spankings at the club, they may have been altogether different. If for some reason, this is not what you thought it would be, and you don’t want to finish, I’ll expect you to safe word. Understand?
“Yes.”
“Just because strangers have spanked you at a club doesn’t mean this will be the same experience. I’m counting on it being completely different. I told you the consequence of lying, and you did it anyway. Simply unacceptable,” Nick informs me, landing his first flat handed swat directly across both cheeks, one, then another, and then another, continuing his rhythm until my ass feels more than heated under his hand.
I inhale deeply, absorbing the cadence as my center pools with need and desire. The pattern of his hands moving from one to another of my cheeks in easy progression.
“Doing okay, Allie?” Nick asks.
“Good,” I tell him, stretching slightly as I prepare for him to go a little harder and then touch me where I need it the most. I start when the next hand lands on my left ass cheek. “Ouch!”
“Shhh … beautiful. You’re not supposed to tell me that,” Nick says, landing another matching slap to my right cheek, leaving it stinging with the same intensity as the first. He moves methodically, left to right, then right, right and left, and then left again, peppering my ass with his open hand.
He warned me, and followed through when I lied, but damn my ass hurts. The sting intensifies as he catches my sit spot. I clamp my mouth closed to avoid crying out, this time and the time after that. “Next time no lying. You’ll tell me what’s going on, truthfully, trusting that I have your best interest at heart and will take care of whatever’s wrong.”
“Yes. Ouch!”
“And next time, no warnings.”
“Ouch!”
“No lying, Allie.”
“Ouch!”
“Life is too short for games.”
The dam that’s been building spills over, and the tears stream down my face. How many times have I seen life taken away from ER patients in the prime of what should have been a glorious life? And each and every one of them probably thought they would have years to sort through their issues and get it right too. Or just bury their head in the sand and half exist instead of living life to the fullest. And lies don’t do anyone any good.
