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“This is so good.”
Monroe didn’t chuckle this time. She vaguely noticed he stilled for a moment and then continued to seat the plug firmly before landing a hard spank on her ass, followed by another. He continued to land his palm over and over on the full of her ass. Monroe never hit too high, and his aim was accurate. He landed several swats over the protruding bit of the plug. She grunted when she felt the sudden jolt.
“That’s twenty, Mal, but you have another five.”
“What? Why?” she asked breathlessly.
“You lied to me. You have never had a plug before. Never experienced butt play other than a few spankings done less than skillfully. Why?”
“I didn’t want you to know I was so inexperienced. I mean, you wouldn’t have given me the time of day if I had said I’ve had a beginner’s class and about five or six rounds of play. Everything else I did was to meet Chas’ needs. I met my own needs, inadequately, later after he had gone to sleep.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I wanted to be with you. I didn’t want you to think I was too much trouble.”
“By being inexperienced? Mallory, I would have known anyway. The way your eyes would light up when you saw a basic scene going on, or how you would flush and look down when someone would find their release. How you moved closer to me when we saw a sadist flogging his pain-seeking partner at the party. Baby, I already knew because you told me. But you put me in an untenable position, and you risked your safety because you lied to me.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Yep, hold that thought.”
He stood and laid Mallory on the edge of the bed. The tale-tell jingle of his belt buckle told Mallory how he intended to teach her this lesson. She could have safe-worded, but it wasn’t the five swings of the belt; it was the reason for them. She violated the trust they were building. The tears started before the first leather landed on her already tenderized backside.
Monroe was silent as he swung the leather against her displayed backside. His silence was even worse than being angry. She had hurt him, disappointed him, and maybe this would cause him to withdraw from the relationship. He said he was in for the long haul, but she’d never lied to him. The second stripe landed, and she was balling. By the fifth swing of the belt, she was having trouble breathing between the sobs. The first twenty were tingly and ouchy, but the last five tore at her soul.
Monroe was rocking her and murmuring nonsensical words in her ear in his soothing, smooth tones, comforting her, stroking her arms. The tears kept coming, and soon she didn’t even hear his words over the torrential waterfall.
Finally, Monroe must have decided it was enough purging because, as she slowed her crying by necessity to breathe, he spoke again. This time, she could understand him.
“Mal, listen, baby. Take some deep breaths and let them out.” When her crying revved up again, his tone darkened. “No. That is enough. I know you needed the purge, and I’m all for that, but you’re making yourself sick now, and that’s too much. If you don’t start breathing and slow the crying, you will vomit soon.”
Mallory nodded her head. He was right. How was she going to face him? She prided herself on honesty, but she lied about something so fundamental in their relationship.
“Mallory, baby, it’s part of the learning process we are in right now. We have to tease out the important bits of the lifestyle and our dynamics in it.” Mallory nodded, so he continued in his whisky smooth voice. “I know you’re worried about things, about my reactions, but don’t guess what you think I would want if you don’t have some good indication. Tell me, ask me, show me, whatever works, but don’t make assumptions.”
“You still want to be with me?” she asked in a stuttering, halting rhythm.
“There is nothing in this world that would stop me from loving you, wanting to be with you. If you are unfaithful to me, that will shake the foundation, but even then, I would want you even if I didn’t stay with you.”
“I would never cheat on you.” Her hiccups were still strong.
“I don’t believe you would, but my point is we will make mistakes, we will fix them or make up for them. I heard make-up sex is great, by the way.” Mallory sniffed and giggled.
“But on the plug, I would have gone slower, explained what was going on, why I thought it was something you would enjoy. Instead, you robbed yourself of an orgasm that I know you would have reached because you were so responsive.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I know, but you also took the enjoyment from me because I knew I didn’t give you the first experience you should have had.” He looked at Mallory and handed her another tissue. “If you start your waterfalls again, I will pull out the rubber paddle, and at least you will blubber for a better reason.”
Mallory laughed when she heard his bluster that was all noise, no substance. She loved him, and the revelation blurted from her lips. “I love you.”
The room was quiet. He sighed. “I know, sweetheart, I love you too. That’s why we have to try hard to get this right. No more hiding your thoughts or feeling. No more covering up your experiences or making up ones that never happened. Open and honest is the motto for each day. And if you are ever in a situation, or I am, anything I say will be the truth. Good or bad, it will be honest, so you will never have to wonder. You do that as well, and I’ll always know and can plan based on that knowledge.” Mallory nodded. “Words, sweetheart, your Dom needs words, and so does your lover.”
“I understand, and I’m sorry that I screwed everything up.”
“Good, because there is a part B to this dishonesty.”
“What?”
