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"Maybe
we should wait until after I've seen the doctor for my knee?"
Peter lowered
his hand. "If you insist, we'll
wait. However, I would prefer we get
your punishment out of the way now. I
can think of many far more pleasurable things I would like to do with you, but
until this issue is resolved, I refuse to go down that path."
Despite her
uneasiness, his words infused Kate with warmth, which had nothing to do with
embarrassment, and she took another step closer. "Do you have a number in mind?"
"No, but
because of your knee this punishment won't be as long or painful as it should
be." He extended his hand to her
again. "However, if you delay much
longer, I may need to remind you your obedience to me isn't conditional."
She shook her
head. "We're legally separated, so
I no longer have to obey you."
Straightening
his shoulders, Peter frowned up at her. "I believe, my love, you just
lied, so I will require another confession from you."
Had she
lied? Did she still owe him her
obedience? He asked, no demanded, she
submit to him. With their divorce final
in a few days, did he have the right to insist?
Did her promise to obey oblige her to bend to his wishes even now?
Peter had
dominated her from the first day they met.
He didn't physically punish her until he no longer taught at the school
she attended, but he'd always commanded her respect and obedience. Had their dynamics changed simply because
they lived apart now?
"I didn't
lie," she insisted. "However, my wedding vows weren't what compelled
me to obey you, which means my statement was incorrect."
"Thank you
for admitting the truth. So, the choice,
my love, is simple. Do you wish to
re-establish our relationship, or are these delaying tactics meant to convey an
aversion to having me in your life again?"
She scowled at
him. "That's not fair. I just don't think we need to do--" She
waved her hand indicating him and the chair.
"--this anymore. We've
moved on."
"What
about yesterday, when I took you over my knee?
Were those tears you spilled merely an act? Were you only pretending to submit to
me?"
Lowering her
eyes, Kate shook her head. "No,
I…."
"Tell me,
Kate. How did you feel bent over my lap
knowing I could and would punish you for your shrewish attitude?"
"Angry,
uncertain."
"Is that
all?"
She shook her
head again. "I felt as though you
truly cared what I did, and my actions mattered to you."
"They
do. Very much so. They always have, I just bottled my
disappointment inside, which was a mistake.
However, I learn from my errors, as I intend to prove right now. Even so, the choice is still yours,
Katie. It always has been."
She stood so
close, her knee brushed up against his leg.
"I know."
"Do you
want to walk away, or prove to me you are willing to give our relationship
another try, safe in the knowledge I will always take care of you?"
She
winced. "I still don't want to do
this," she admitted, clasping the hand he offered and letting him draw her
over his knees and position her the way he wanted.
"Perhaps
not consciously," he said raising her nightgown and lowering her panties,
which made her groan. "But that
doesn't change the fact you're not afraid of what I'm about to do, since any
discomfort you experience will be more of the mind than the body. However, afterward, I'll make certain you
understand it is love, not anger or disapproval that prompts my
actions." He lightly ran his hand
from the small of her back, over her buttocks to the tops of her thighs. "Now, before we begin, I want you to
repeat aloud to me what you did to earn this punishment."
She slumped in
her position. She'd always hated this
part. The confession. "Do I hav--"
"Yes, you
do. This is a cleansing process. So, to gain the most benefit, you need to
state your errors, as well as the reason for the punishment."
Kate found
herself on familiar ground here. Despite
the humiliation of having her bottom bared and spanked, Peter's continued
stroking centered and relaxed her. She
took in a deep breath and said, "I was jealous of the way Christine threw
herself at you, and wanted to prove I was better than her."
"Admitting
to jealousy is a start, even though there has never been any question as to
your capability or desirability. Go
on."
"I chose
to prove myself by dancing in a way that would make you notice me."
"All
right. Perhaps that was the reason you
stretched the way you did, but the workout alone wasn't what got you in
trouble, was it?"
"No,"
she answered, guilt bringing tears to her eyes.
"What I neglected to do was pay heed to my body's signals. I should have pulled back rather than
continue to push myself."
"An
excellent lesson, but you failed to do something else I requested, too. Something that might have lessened if not
prevented your injury. Can you recall
what it was?"
"I didn't
wrap my knee."
"No, you
didn't. Tell me why."
"Because I
was angry." Kate bit her lip. Confessions were hard. "I wanted to prove I could do things the
way I wanted, rather than the way I should."
"Excellent. So the reason I am punishing you is…?"
"Is
because--" Kate let out a small sob.
"Shh. Katie.
You're safe here. Now take a deep
breath and relax. I realize it's a
difficult concept to accept, but I am not holding you over my lap to hurt
you. I'm doing this to show you my
support and concern in a way that will put all your doubts to rest, calm your
spirit and relieve your lingering guilt once it's over."
"I know,
and you're right," she said on another sob. "I'm sorry."
"Easy,
sweetheart." His stroking grew a
little firmer as he worked some of the tension out of her back. He wanted her to know he was using this
method to reinforce his point and work through her issues, not cause her pain
and injury. Intellectually, she knew
this spanking would help her, it was accepting the punishment on an emotional
level that gave her difficulty.
"Now tell
me why I'm punishing you."
She closed her
eyes, took three deep breaths, and forced herself to relax. "Because in order to prove I was worthy
of your attention, I deliberately defied your instructions, and ended up
hurting myself."
"Good
girl. That was perfect. Now, clutch the bottom rung of the chair so
you don't fling your hands back where they don't belong. You may wail and cry as loud as you
want. No one will mind."
Realizing what
his words meant, Kate groaned again as she wrapped her fingers around the
smooth, wooden rung. "Are William
and Consuelo aware you're planning to do this?"
"Yes. They know.
I will count. Your job is to
accept, submit, and learn. All
right?"
"Yes,
sir," she answered with a sniff.
"I do love
hearing you call me, sir, even though you only resort to such deference when
you're in trouble."
Too true. She may hate his spankings, but she adored
the man who gave them to her. Accepting
her fate, she lowered her head and did her best to submit. "Yes, sir."
"I'm proud
of you, Katie. Now try not to tense, and
we'll begin."
Although Kate did her best to stay relaxed, Peter's first
smack had her gasping from the pain and her body tightening against the assault.
"Relax,
Kate," he reminded before calling, "One."
Though she
willed herself to obey, her fingers tightened on the chair rung as she waited
for the next strike.
"You're
not listening to me, Katie," he warned.
"That's going to make this punishment more painful than it needs to
be. Two."
"I'm
trying!" Kate protested through her tears.
"Not hard
enough," he countered, calling, "Three."
Kate had been
softly crying before they'd started, so by the time Peter reached five she was
close to sobbing, even though the spanking wasn't what caused her
unhappiness. Oh, Peter's swats hurt, but
only enough for her to recognize he punished her for being rash and
foolish. No, her doubts and inadequacies
were what ripped her apart inside. And,
inadequacy was something Peter refused to let Kate feel.
He remained so
adamant Kate recognize her own worth, she'd received more swats for believing
she was incompetent than for deliberately provoking him. Even now, he wanted her to know and
understand she was in no way inferior to Christine, so her actions to prove her
competence were as unwarranted as they were punishable.
As tears
continued to stream from her eyes, she repeated her apology for not listening
to him.
When Peter
called ten the pain started her kicking in protest, though she did not attempt
to rise off his lap. However, kicking
wasn't allowed, so eleven was firmer yet as Peter clamped his arm on her
thighs, and gave a sharp reprimand.
"No! Legs still."
"I
can't," Kate wailed, confident her bottom glowed a bright pink, though it
burned as if it blazed red.
"Please, no more. I realize
I was wrong not to obey you, and I regret acting out like a child. I'm sorry."
"Yes,
Katykins, I know you are, but I want you to accept how serious I am about
this."
"I believe
you."
"Do
you?" he murmured as she continued to weep.
The swats hurt,
as he'd intended, however, Kate's tears were an emotional release. And as much as she hated Peter's punishments,
a part of her had perversely missed them.
Battling feelings of resentment and neglect, she'd turned into a
demanding harpy she didn't like and couldn't stand. Kate had struggled so hard to appear strong
and independent; she'd neglected her health and altered her personality,
alienating her family and most of her friends.
Peter's insistence she stop her destructive behavior by backing up his
words with physical action served to shatter the persona she'd created. The process was painful, and yet she found
comfort and reassurance in the cleansing ritual.
Normally, he
continued spanking even after she'd begged him to stop. He maintained he needed to be the one to
decide the length and severity of her punishment, not she. This time, however, Peter returned to light
stroking as she sobbed out her apologies.
When Kate calmed enough to cease her incoherent babbling, he lifted her
up, and held her close. His gentleness
brought on another spate of tears as she clung to his shoulders while he
whispered gentle reassurances in her ear, reminding her how much he loved and
cherished her.
When Kate's
crying lessened to shuddering sighs, Peter handed her a tissue and asked,
"Are you ready to admit you're not inferior to anyone else, and you don't
need to act out to gain my attention?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, turning her face away
as she blew her nose. She undoubtedly
looked a sight with her swollen red eyes, runny nose and tear-stained cheeks.
He crooked a
finger under her chin. "Look at me,
Kate." She obeyed with a catch in
her breath. "I've let you off
lightly this time. Perhaps too
lightly. Have I convinced you to start
paying closer heed to my warnings, and obey me?"
Lowering her
hands to her lap, she gazed into his dark brown eyes. "Yes, sir."
"Good. I am satisfied you have learned your
lesson." At her obvious sigh of
relief, he added, "Now, will you let me make love to you?"
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