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Pre-read by Heather and Abby…They already know how this ends;)
This chapter has been officially "Tripped" out by my magnificent BETA, Trip! I have a HUGE girl crush on this woman!
We've set up a schedule that has me at the manor every Wednesday evening for several hours, and then every weekend, overnight Friday through Sunday evening. The overnights are particularly thrilling and difficult. We're nearing the second weekend and I feel so much for the enigmatic laird. Lust, respect, adimiration, and well, more lust.
A shiver snakes up my spine, my subconscious taking over to rid me of my errant thoughts, no doubt. I straighten my pose just as he walks through the heavy door. Downcast eyes allow me to see only his black boots. I'm about to receive my first punishment. I sassed His Highness earlier this evening at dinner. Having just had a craptastic day at work, I took it out on him for asking a simple question that he had every right to ask me. As my Dom he needs to know when to expect things like my menses. I knew better than to open my mouth, but open it I did and out poured a veritable smorgasbord of punishment-inducing snark…
"My PERIOD, you mean? Why? Just because I'm a little touchy tonight doesn't mean it's related to my menses, Sir!" I sneer the last word and before he can get a word in edgewise I continue. My fist comes down on the table hard enough to rattle the china and it feels so good. I've needed to release this aggression all day. "Why do men assume such things? Is it too much to consider that perhaps another of YOUR sex decided that today was the best possible day to throw four ancient and rather large tomes on my desk and demand I get to work immediately? Hmm? Right, no answer. The kicker? The kicker is that he's not even my boss. He's just barely my peer. Pushy fucker…"
My rant is interrupted by the screech of wooden chair legs against a brilliantly polished wood floor. "ENOUGH!" I look up to find my…Edward, standing firm at the head of the table and looking regal as a lion. "Ye're quite done with dinner, lass. Get ye to yer room and then straight to the den when ye're properly dressed. Ye've just earned yerself a punsishment for too many infractions to count. Go…NOO!"
My feet hardly touched the floor as I raced to my room, tears streaming down my cheeks. I'd let him down and upset him. You'd think the torture of that simple knowledge would be punishment enough but I knew he would never settle for that.
So here I sit, naked, humiliated, and wetter than an otter's pocket.
"Och, lass. Ye look good enough to eat."
The only response I give is involuntary as I feel my nipples tighten and my thighs clench.
"Noo, I ken we've been o'er the rules and ye know ye've earned yerself a bit o' time on my bench. Nod if ye understand."
I do as bid and await his instructions to rise and walk to the bench. I will not disappoint him again.
"Aye, good then. Go on, get yerself over there. On yer stomach. I'll leave ye free but if ye show signs that ye can't keep from squirming, I'll use the cuffs."
With absolutely no hesitation I stand and walk to the bench, laying down on it in the manner expected of me. I'm a mess of racing heart and shaky legs. The coldness of the soft leather on the bench bites into my skin but I manage to keep from uttering a single whimper.
"Good, lass. I'll be givin' ye five with my hand first, to warm ye up and then ye'll receive ten strokes with my favorite paddle for yelling and another five for nay givin' me a chance to speak and a final five for forgetting yer place. Ye'll count each stroke and thank me for it. If ye falter then ye'll receive two extra strokes. In the future I'll be more severe, ye ken. You may nod, lass."
Tears were already prickling at the corners of my eyes but I managed a jerky nod without a single one falling. Sir had me read up on punishment types and proper delivery the first weekend of our working together to help alleviate some of my fear. As a new sub it is a given that I would screw up at some point. I know he won't smack me in the same place repeatedly but rather move around the area from my fleshy cheeks to my upper thighs. Unfortunately, his preparations seem to have been for naught because I am still shaking in my metaphorical boots.
Calming breaths in and out to center myself turn to a stuttering, choked moan when his hand makes contact the first time.
"One. Thank you, Sir."
After the fifth stroke of his hand I take a deep breath. My bum feels warm and tingly but my belly is tied in knots so big they feel as though they're pushing into my throat. I have no idea what to expect from the paddle but I know this isn't about turning me on. I'm being punished so I can only imagine that pain will be a byproduct.
"AHHHHH! SIX!" So lost in thoughts of fear and worry I'm taken by surprise when the paddle meets my backside for the first time. It's an odd combination of pain laced with a fair bit of pleasure. "Thank you, Sir."
Things are fine until the ninth stroke of the paddle, the fourteenth stroke total. It's starting to feel as though my ass is on fire. I'm sure I have skin missing from my cheeks down the back of my thighs and tears have started streaming down my face.
How am I going to take another eleven strokes?
"Fifteen. Thank you, Sir." My voice is barely above a strangled whisper at this point. With each consecutive stroke my whimper becomes more sob and by the last one I have snot leaking from my nose and drool from my mouth. I'm a literal mess of body fluids.
I thank Sir again but remain where I am. He'll give me instruction or I'll just lay here and wallow in my misery until he does. I do have one thing to be proud of…I never lost count. I didn't earn myself any more swats with that heinous paddle. He's got to be a little proud of me for that, right?
"Stay there, lass. I've got a salve to put on ye once I clean ye up a bit. " His voice is so close that I know he must be crouched beside the bench but I can't move or open my eyes. I respond with a small nod of my head and simply breathe.
({UTMK})
I don't move. I can't move. Well I could, but not without reigniting the fire on my ass. The moment the wet cloth touches my swollen skin I hiss and whimper. That doesn't feel any better than the damn paddle. Aftercare is supposed to be soothing but somehow this still feels like punishment.
I chance a look back at Sir and notice that his hair is sticking up wildly around his head. It looks like a wicked halo of brown and bronze and I want to cry again. I'd much rather his hair look like that because I've just given him the most intense orgasm he's ever had, rather than because he's yanked on it out of frustration regarding my actions.
He's moving the cloth over me gently. It's quite a contradiction. Big man, big voice, big hands moving a soft, warm cloth over my ass as though he were bathing a baby. I whimper again and tears start anew. Perhaps doling out this punishment wasn't a good thing for him either.
The thought makes my heart ache.
And then other things begin to ache.
Fingers covered in salve smooth over my skin. He doesn't miss a single nook or cranny and because of that I'm wet…down there. I'm a mess of emotions again.
Sad because I let him down.
Mad because that shit hurt AND because I let him down.
Turned on because his gentleness is hot.
Without any warning I'm turned just enough for him to lift me. My head, so heavy and pounding due to the epic crying, lands softly against his black cotton covered chest.
"Aye, lass. Just relax. I'm goin' to put ye to bed noo. I'm sae proud of ye, Isabella. Ye took yer punishment with nae a complaint or move to cover yerself. Ye're a good lass, ye are. Perhaps tomorrow ye'll be up to something I've been wanting to try with ye. And if ye behave, I'll let ye come as many times as ye like."
His voice, that rich, melodic brogue, nearly puts me to sleep but his last words have me perking up a bit. He must sense that I want to speak because he kisses my forehead and gives me leave.
"I'm so sorry I let you down, Sir. I promise to be good and proper all day tomorrow. All day every day you'll have me. " I lean my head back enough to look up at him, eyes pleading him to believe me.
"Och, lass. Donnae look at me like that. It makes me wanna lay ye oot beneath me and take ye every way possible. We both ken ye're no up to that at the moment." Green eyes sparkle and little dimples form at the corners of his mouth. His chastisement wasn't so much chastisement as flirting. This is new.
"I just want you to believe that I'm being honest with you, Sir. Thank you for the punishment. I think it will serve to remind me to hold my tongue from now on."
A deep rumbling laughter rolls from his belly up out of his mouth. It's soothing and makes me smile.
"Donnae write checks yer mouth cannae cash, lass. I expect ye'll mouth off from time to time but perhaps this punishment'll be enough to keep ye from going overboard."
Our moment is done the instant he enters my room. I'm laid on the bed gingerly, and then I snuggle under the covers.
"Set yer alarm for eight o'clock a.m., lass. We've a lot to cover tomorrow but we willnae be enterin' the den afore I know ye're back to feeling bonny, ye ken?"
"I ken." I try to smother my giggle in the fluffy down comforter but he hears and smiles again as he bends and lays a chaste kiss on my forehead.
"Ye're a cheeky lass, Isabella. There are times I'd really like to…" Fingers twist in his hair and he shakes his head. "Another day. I'll tell ye what I'd like on another day. Rest, lass."
And he is gone before I can inquire, not that I would as he seemed set on keeping things to himself. If I've learned nothing else this evening, I've learned that pushing my Dom is the right way to get a very sore bottom, and as much as the warm ups turned me on a bit, the actual punishing swats did not.
After tonight it is safe to say I'm not into the sort of pain that comes with punishment and endeavor from this point forward to keep from displeasing Sir again.
Sooooooo, I wrote this chapter after my lovely pre-reader Abby told me she was left hanging. She mentioned wondering what Bella's first punishment would be like. When Abby read the chapter she told me it was EXACTLY what she was hoping for and that made my little heart flutter because I do love my pre-readers and BETA ever so much. Yup.
What do you all think?
Thanks for everything, dears.
Xoxo
Lady
