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  “Not a very pretty litany, is it?” he said with a sigh when she was done. Carla shook her head while looking at the floor.

  “Look at me! I expect a reply when I ask you a question. You asked for this discipline. The least I expect is the courtesy of an answer. Don’t make me remind you again.”

  “No, sir,” she quickly agreed. Why the hell did she call him sir? She hadn’t meant to. Once again, she had wished she had stuck with her original plan of the professional. There was no way in hell he could possibly have made her feel as small as Kieran did.

  “Jim says you shouldn’t be allowed safe-word for a punishment, but I’ve never done this before so in the event of an emergency, shout Methon, okay?”

  Instinctively, Carla nodded her reply but she caught sight of Kieran’s face.

  “Methon, got it,” she quickly added.

  “Come up here,” he instructed.

  To Carla’s surprise, Kieran held out his hand to help her. The simple act of kindness touched her all the more because she knew how upset he was at her actions to his family. It felt soft but strong as he pulled her to her feet. And big. She gulped. This was it.

  She had no idea what to expect, but he guided her in place across his knee, an intimacy that was totally unanticipated. He fixed her position so her torso was on the bed at a slight angle so her feet could touch the ground. The first few swats weren’t so bad. It was as if he was finding his way. Stingy but bearable. Almost too soft. Carla was doubting he would quite drive his point home. The slaps rapidly increased in speed as his confidence grew and before long, Carla was wriggling and writhing to escape the fall of his hand as the heat accumulated and spread. Although still not unbearably hard, he was getting every part of her bottom through her thin panties and the cumulative effect was taking its toll. The seams of her underwear scratched against her scorched skin on the impact of his hand, making it feel like razor blades were cutting through her skin. Carla was now shouting her apologies but he just continued over and over. Swat after swat raining down. She was relieved when he ceased.

  Her relief was short lived though. She felt him fumbling beside her legs, grabbing out her Corbin’s Bend paddle. She felt him tugging at her panties and she died a death as she realized she was now fully exposed. First her bad deeds, now her bottom were laid bare. He moved her down off his lap. Kieran got a pillow to put under her hips and then he stood behind her. He parted her legs with his hands and told her to tuck her hands under her tummy. She knew he could see everything, her bottom, her anus and her sex. She wanted to die.

  “Sets of six, one set for each person you hurt. I’ll pause between each for a moment or two to let you catch your breath.”

  “For Jack,” he started. He hit her six times in quick succession. The wood on her already scorched bottom made her shout out. He spread every spank, from the top of her behind to right under her sit spots and thighs. She yelped and her feet danced as she tried to lessen the impact. Just as she was ready to jump through the roof, the first half dozen were done. She had survived. It wasn’t as bad as she had feared. He left her lying there, exposed. She could feel his eyes boring through her as he remained standing to her rear. She didn’t dare move or close her legs.

  “For Ava. Hold still this time, or I’ll start again,” he warned. Six more quick, firm swats thundered down getting everywhere, he even managed to make two of them get both cheeks at once. She held firm to the pillow and sank her feet as deep into the ground as she could. The urge to protect her bottom with her hands was becoming intense. He didn’t give her much of a breather before he started into Jim’s set. These few were harder, and he deliberately landed three one side, then three on the other so each smack would be landing over the last, before that spot had a chance to recover.

  “The next two sets are really going to hurt, but before I start, I want you to imagine yourself in Ange’s shoes. First of all, her fear of losing her husband, then her horror at going up on that stage, being publicly exposed. At least you’re getting the dignity of privacy. Who do you think should have been spanked in public? Who do you think should have had the neighbors talking about them? It sure as hell wasn’t Ange. She had done you no harm, Carla. She just tried to save her marriage.”

  Carla really started crying at that point, heaving breath-catching sobs, although she did her best to control them. The emotional pain of remembering was much worse than the physical discomfort he was causing her. She knew he was right. How often she wished she had been punished for it. Kieran could have no idea how much it hurt to be beholden to the very person she had most wronged for permission to stay in the community, and for the fact that anyone bid her the time of day. Oh, how she wished she could turn the clock back. Carla knew she deserved what was coming. She wanted it. But he delayed a full five minutes.

  With renewed vigour, he resumed. Every one of those six came down hard, and each stretched across the two cheeks at the sit spot, each directly atop the last. Carla yelled and squealed between sobs, but she just about managed to hold her spot.

  “And Cadence, robbed of her dreams by a horrible accident, only to be sneered at by you. How the hell do you think she felt? Do you think she chose her fate? Do you?” This time there was no breather, the few were just as fierce as the previous and on the very same spot. Although the last dozen had been harsh and punitive, they were no worse than she could handle, and no worse than she felt she deserved.

  “Return to the position you were in facing the wall. Leave your knickers down,” he told her when he finished.

  Crying, Carla did as she was bid, clutching her half-mast panties with one hand as she walked. It was over. She would have dearly loved some comfort but it seemed that was to be denied. He stood behind her and spoke to the back of her head. She could feel his breath at her neck and his body heat seemed to envelop her.

  “You’re not quite done. You need to have a little time to consider the person you hurt most in all this. I’d be interested to hear your opinion on it. Then you’ll be spanked twelve times with my belt for that, because it was the worst damage of all and I want you to remember it. If we disagree on it, I might have to double it, twelve for your opinion, another dozen for mine.” Carla couldn’t believe she was hearing that. She really couldn’t imagine having to endure twenty four strokes of his belt after what she’d already taken. She would be afraid to answer. Maybe it was a trick question. The spanking might not have been quite as bad as she would have received from the professional, but the lecture, and his obvious disappointment in her was a thousand times worse. By now she was starting to feel well and truly punished

  Feeling emotionally battered, physically bruised and entirely humiliated, she stood in the corner, panties clinging to her knees as she quietly sobbed and pondered the right answer.

  Chapter Five

  Kieran was drained as he sat on the bed watching her. Perspiration was oozing from every pore. He had to keep it up. Jim was adamant about that. If he was to gain her respect, he had to see it through to the very end. Looking at her arse, it was obvious she was suffering. A lot. And by his hand. Yet she bore it stoically. While she cried and kicked, never once did she try to stop him. To get away, yes. But not to stop it. She didn’t even try to cover her ass with her hands, as Jim had warned she might. He was so torn, was he doing right or wrong? He couldn’t believe that he was responsible for that angry redness.

  At first when he was hand spanking her, he’d so wanted to rub her beautiful, round, shapely globes between smacks but odd as it seemed to him, he felt that would be taking advantage of her. He had her permission to punish her, not grab a feel. It was hard not to feel an animalistic euphoria as she lay there, accepting his swats and her bottom blushing by his hand. To his mortification, his cock had become full and swollen. After all he had ranted about his brother, it shocked Kieran to realize he was really no different. Half caveman. He felt ashamed of his arousal but there was a primeval urge bubbling to the surface in spite of his rational objectio
ns.

  Even now, as he tried to tear his eyes away from her arse, it held him transfixed. Watching her sobbing but concentrating so hard on coming up with the right answer, seeing the damage he had inflicted on her, on one level he was shocked, on another he had to admit he was horny as fuck. That she didn’t question him, obeyed unconditionally, that power went right to his prick and from there to his brain, clouding his judgement, obscuring his guilt.

  He had seen her arousal too; as she was lying there with her arse sticking up and her legs spread. It was dripping down, staining her bed-linen. And Kieran knew Carla was aware of and embarrassed by it. How the fuck could he get off on her humiliation? He wasn’t sure he liked this side of himself. On the one hand, all he wanted to do now was hold her close and help her let go of all that guilt that was eating her up. He’d lectured her, made her feel small and chastised, but he wanted her to feel better now. He wanted her to know that while he was disappointed to learn all she did, he still thought she was a wonderful woman and he still cared deeply about her. He agreed to do it for her, simply because he couldn’t bear the thought of a stranger doing it. He certainly didn’t expect any of the other implications, arousal or tenderness. But Kieran couldn’t share any of these thoughts, as he knew Carla would be horrified at his admissions.

  When he talked himself back into mister tough guy mode, he called Carla over. He patted the bed beside him and she very gingerly sat down. He took her two hands in his and asked her to answer his question.

  “On reflection, who do you think was hurt the most, Carla?”

  “Cadence, because she was suffering so much with her disability. You have no idea how ashamed I feel about that.”

  “That’s not the answer I was hoping for,” he said and her eyes were wide in horror.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t double it because it was a good answer, and this is a matter of opinion. I think the person you hurt most is you. I got to know you under different circumstances, and I see a sweet, warm, friendly woman with so much going for her. While you were behaving like that, you were not letting the true you out, and you hated yourself for it. You have suffered the most, by your inability to live with yourself. I know the real Carla, and that’s the Carla I want to see in the future, is that clear? No more bitching, no more envy, no more desperation. When you like you, others will follow suit.”

  He stroked her face gently and the tears flowed long and fast. He knew he had hit a nerve, but he intended to. Now he felt the exercise was worth it. It wasn’t punishment simply for the sake of pain, it was for healing. He felt better with himself.

  “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Kieran asked.

  Carla nodded. His tender words gave her courage to face the last of it. He pulled his belt through the loops without leaving her side and pulled her back to her original position across his lap. He doubled his belt over, catching the metal buckle securely in his hand. Before he struck her, he rubbed the small of her back gently.

  “Nearly there, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl. I’m proud of you,” he said, remembering Jim’s advice to give encouragement and praise. But his words sounded ridiculous to him, as he was about to inflict more misery on her. He raised the belt, hoping to hell he got the force right. If Carla could have seen Jim showing him how to swing the implements and to test the feel on his thigh, she’d have been horrified, but Kieran was so glad he had.

  “Yeouch,” she screamed on impact. He didn’t wait. Best to get them all over quickly. Twelve times in rapid succession. He had made hers more numerous than the others in the hope that she would put a value on herself in the future. Silly woman had tried too hard and ballsed everything up. But when she didn’t try, she got it just right. He held her there, over his knee, for a few moments, letting her collect herself and the immediate pain subside. He rubbed her back and shoulders and watched her let it all go through her tears, making what he hoped were soothing sounds of comfort, before finally lifting her up and placing her under her covers. He kissed her forehead.

  “I’ll be right back,” Kieran promised. He took the cold compress she’d been using for her ankle from the freezer and wrapped it in a thin towel and grabbed the arnica gel he’d thrown on the hall table on his way in.

  Carla started to protest about him removing the covers and he laughed at her silliness as he’d already seen everything. He tended her bruised behind according to Jim’s instructions and then lay on the bed beside her, pulling her head onto his chest. They lay there in silent companionship exhausted from the ordeal, until both fell asleep.

  Kieran woke long before Carla. As the heat of the day entered the room, he was uncomfortably hot still dressed as he was. He hadn’t the heart to move Carla from his chest though so he put up with the discomfort as he processed the morning in his brain. He was still shell shocked at what he’d done, but kept justifying it on the grounds of having stopped her from being at the mercy of a stranger who could have done a hell of a lot worse, with much nastier consequences. He was now mostly intrigued by his arousal, his self-disgust having abated somewhat. Even now, as he pictured her lying across the bottom of the bed, he was growing hard. But he’d been aroused by her almost from the start. He wasn’t sure if the arousal was from the delicious view he’d had of her bottom and her slick, moist pussy or if it was from the actual act of spanking her. If he had to do it all again, he realized he most probably would. That jolted him.

  Jim had been great earlier. Much better than Kieran felt he deserved after the way he had treated Jim when he had walked in on him and Ange. Kieran found it extremely difficult to go to him, but had little choice. So much was hanging on how he handled the punishment. He had understood that Carla needed it to be harsh, otherwise she would still have kept her appointment. She was so hard on herself at times. And yet when she was at ease, she was so much fun to be around. She had a lively sense of humor, was a great conversationalist and her enjoyment in working out matched his own. Her body was lean but rounded in the right spot, giving her a beautiful shapely bottom. And when she smiled, a genuine carefree smile, her face could light a room.

  He was still totally perplexed by Carla’s behavior towards him. She was always available to do stuff, and Ange had remarked on how much happier Carla seemed since Kieran had arrived. She seemed to like having him around and yet, any time he gave off any signal that he’d like to take it a little further, she ran like a scared cat. By all accounts, and from what he’d heard from her own lips this morning, she was normally after anything in trousers, so he sadly accepted that he just didn’t do it for her, the way she did for him. He resigned himself to another couple of months of sexual frustration when he was around her, but figured it was probably for the best anyway as he would be leaving her high and dry at the end of the summer. The problem wasn’t his head, he knew, it was his dick! It just didn’t seem to be listening to reason or rejection. It had no pride!

  Turning his thoughts back to Carla, he wondered what it was that made her yearn to be spanked. If anyone tried to do that to him, he’d break their fucking face for sure. And yet, Carla took all that was dished out. Relished in it. He could see and smell her arousal, even through her tears and pain. Normally, she’d be prickly if she detected any faint hint of criticism, yet she had listed her faults and accepted his scolding. Knowing her like he did, that seemed almost stranger to Kieran than how she had taken her physical chastisement. While he was pondering, he felt her stir and lift her head from his chest. He prepared to have his comfort rejected. She’d be back to keeping her distance. He stole one more stroke of her long, soft, auburn locks before she took them away.

  “You okay?” she asked as she shifted gingerly into a more upright position. Kieran couldn’t help the small snicker that escaped his lips.

  “I’ve just beaten the arse of you, and you want to know if I’m okay? That proves it, you’re definitely doolally.” Contrary to his flippant words, he felt privileged as she snuggled back in against him, now sitting more upright. “More
to the point, how are you feeling? Are you very sore? Did I go too hard?”

  It was Carla’s turn to laugh. “Yes, I’m sore but that’s kind of the point. I don’t think I’m up to keeping my appointment this evening. I’d best call and cancel. I’m glad it was you, and not a stranger. Thank you.”

  “Yep, mad. You thank me for doing that.”

  “I know how difficult it was for you, and to have to ask Jim for help must have been very hard. So yes, thank you. You did it because you cared enough about me, and I appreciate it. I just didn’t expect you to be so damn good at it. I guess you have a closet alpha waiting to get out.”

  He lightly kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent. “Maybe you just bring out the worst in me, crazy woman.”

  “Phew, it’s so hot, you’re drenched with perspiration. It’s going to be a scorcher today,” Carla said as she threw back the bedclothes. She inhaled with an “Oh!” as she spied his erection tenting his pants. Her fingers lightly trailed it, and Kieran grabbed her hand away.

  “Don’t tease,” he warned. “I might not be responsible for my actions. I’m in bed with a beautiful, naked woman. I’m already fighting my self-control.”

  “Do you really think I’m beautiful, even after all I told you?” Carla asked in a trembling voice. Kieran thought she was ready to cry again. He turned and kissed her hard on the mouth in return, any resolve on behaving chivalrously now in a heap on the floor. To his surprise, Carla returned his kiss. He plunged her mouth with his tongue, eager to possess her. Having waited this long, she tasted so sweet. Kieran pushed her back so she was lying down on the bed. His hands wandered up to those breasts he had been admiring daily in her bathing suit. They were just like he’d imagined them. Small, pert and nearly all ripe, pink nipple. He lightly rolled the peaks with his fingers and heard Carla gasp.