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  “Good morning,” Carla said, tentatively kissing his cheek.

  “Not for long, sweetheart. You can go straight back to your bedroom, remove that robe and anything else you happen to be wearing, and kneel at the wall. I will deal with you when I finish cleaning your mess. Oh, place your paddle on the bed. No, better yet, place your hands above your head, and hold the paddle up. It will concentrate the mind on what’s coming.”

  He left her waiting like that for twenty agonizing minutes. Her arms were exhausted and her knees were aching. She had plenty of time to regret her actions. Dammit, this definitely was not the type of spanking she craved. When she craved punishment, her mind played tricks on her. Fooled her into thinking she would have an intimate over the knee, easy warm up gradually increasing until that delicious heat filled her bottom. An erotic affair. But the reality was punishment spankings were crap. Guilt overrode anticipation, and that nice, loving warm up phase just didn’t happen. But yet, her body refused to listen to rational thinking and she was fighting her arousal lest Kieran notice it.

  “Come here,” he demanded. He settled himself at the foot of the bed. Carla stood and reluctantly shuffled over to him and waited at his feet, looking down. Even though she was towering over him as he sat, he still managed to make her feel only about three feet tall.

  “Look at me, Carla,” Kieran said firmly. She found it hard to look him in the eye: she knew what she would see there. Disappointment.

  “Why, Carla? Especially so soon after you were punished severely for the very same thing. And punished because you felt so bad about it. Yet you repeat it. Sorry means that you will work on something, not just wipe the slate clean so you are free to do it again.”

  “I was sorry. And I am sorry again. I was wound up, even before going out. I know I shouldn’t have taken it out on Cadence. And so horribly too. The words were out before I thought.”

  “Obviously! Perhaps I can make you remember to think in the future. Get on the bed, feet on the floor.”

  Carla quickly obeyed.

  “Spread your bottom cheeks apart with your hands and hold them. I want to see your tight little arsehole.”

  Carla was mortified and nervous. Nobody had ever seen so intimately there before. She hadn’t even showered. She wanted to refuse, but her lips seemed incapable of uttering that tiny, little two lettered word, no. Her body betrayed her by obeying. She gasped as he touched her there. His finger felt wet and gooey and she realized what he intended. Eeugh, disgusting. Her body finally saw sense and resisted. She felt all her lower regions clench and tighten, fighting his touch as he circled the rim of her tight hole with his finger.

  “I’m going in whether you fight it or not, so I suggest you relax and make it easier. Next time you pull a stunt like that, it will be ginger. I’m told that’s a real attention grabber.”

  Carla cringed at his words; he had obviously discussed her punishment with the other men at the barbecue. His finger started to penetrate her anus as he spoke. It felt awful. Less painful than a spanking; but oh so much more humiliating. Then he shamed her even further by pointing out how wet her pussy was. Carla wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. He didn’t fucking need to tell her, she felt it. Felt the swelling in her vulva. Felt the moisture at her labia. Felt the shame on her face. And worse, felt the desire for more. He pushed his finger in further. She never felt as chastised as when it penetrated her shameful place. And he left it there for ages and ages. Not letting her move. He lectured her on how she had disrespected and upset Cadence, embarrassed their hosts, and let herself down all the while pressing his finger deep in her bottom hole.

  “You can release your cheeks but don’t get up,” he instructed as he withdrew his finger slowly. The discomfort of it coming out seemed to surpass the pain on entry. He went to the bathroom, leaving her lying there. Confused. Tortured. Shamed.

  Carla saw him approach with the paddle. Not even one hand smack. No tenderness, just straight down to business. She braced herself. She lost count. Tried to ride the pain. Tried to stay still. He paddled over and over until she was screaming her apologies, but the screams didn’t come out through her sobs. They were more like croaks.

  He lectured some more as he paddled. For the most part she couldn’t concentrate on his words, but one thing she did get was how she had let herself down again. Another thing her brain filtered was that she shouldn’t be so stupidly insecure. He was with her because he liked so many things about her. That broke her heart. He liked things about her, but he didn’t love her. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he wouldn’t be so happy to be going home. Exhausted and spent beyond resistance, Carla cried copiously, a mixture of remorse, pain and feeling sorry for herself. As abruptly as he had started, he stopped. Kieran pulled her on his lap and let her cry.

  “You know you have to apologize to Cadence,” he said when she had quietened.

  “Already done by text. I know I was out of line. I asked her if she would see me to accept my apology.”

  “Good girl. I’m proud of you for that.”

  Carla went into meltdown at his words. How could he feel pride when she was such a bitch? His next words stunned her, bringing her back to reality with a jolt.

  “And while we’re at it, I’m sick of falling across your dirty knickers and shoes every time I come into this bedroom. You’re not to leave the house until you have tidied it. Not even to see Cadence. If it’s not done, there’ll be another toasting on top of that one. Don’t expect mercy because you’re already sore.”

  “This is my house,” Carla objected.

  “You’re the one who keeps going on about wanting a head of house relationship. Well, now you’ve got it.”

  Chapter Seven

  Kieran left and went back to the O’Brien’s. He had to. Because he was dying to fuck Carla’s brains out, but he wanted the spanking to stick in her mind as a punishment, not the sex afterwards. But bloody hell, it made him horny. And that’s part of the reason he resisted spanking her for punishment. It seemed wrong to get off on her pain. But he simply couldn’t help how his dick reacted.

  Ange was in the kitchen with the kids when he got there. He was ready to freak when she jokingly asked if Carla was suitably chastised. Jesus, was nothing personal in this community? There were some really great people there, but it drove him insane that there was no concept of boundaries. Or privacy. He bit his tongue and headed for his bedroom, saying he needed to work.

  Kieran couldn’t settle his head to anything. After twenty minutes he gave up trying and went down to raid Ange’s fridge. Sweet, gooey cake was the only answer. Of course, she was still in the kitchen. It was Ange’s house and Kieran had no right to feel resentful, but he couldn’t cope with smart remarks.

  Ange gestured to sit at the table where she brought him a freshly brewed coffee and slice of creamy gateau. She sat at the table with him.

  “You know, you could ask for a mentor to be assigned to you, even though you’re only here for another short while. It might help you understand it better.”

  “What in God’s name is a mentor?” Kieran asked.

  “When we move in here, we all get one. I suppose they’re like the buddy system. It’s usually one of the longer standing community members and they’re just someone you can talk things over with. I know it’s not easy for you to talk about this stuff with Jim. Something’s eating you, Kieran. You need to get it off your chest. Even if you are only here for a while. Because even when you go home, no relationship is ever going to be the same after all this. It changes you.”

  “That’s for bloody sure. Can I ask you something very personal?”

  “Shoot, but I’m not promising you I’ll answer.”

  “It is normal for both to um, how will I put this…get excited with this. Even if it’s harsh?”

  “Oh, God! Yeah. Well for both me and Jim anyway. Although others argue they don’t, that it’s just for correction.”

  “Even when he’s punishing you, it still ex
cites you?”

  “Especially when he’s punishing me. Although I admit, I was against domestic discipline at the start. I only agreed to it because I wanted to keep Carla’s clutches off Jim. But now I wouldn’t go back.”

  “Holy shit, I can’t believe you did that to save your marriage. You don’t have to put up with it you know.”

  “I’m not putting up with anything. Like I said before, it’s what I want. But at first I was afraid it would change us. Which it did, but only for the better. Believe me, Kieran, I’ve known people to do worse to save a marriage. And it wasn’t that big a leap from where we were at anyway. But back to Carla, she is her own worst enemy. Did she tell you she was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder at the time? Or about her accident, and how Jim saved her. That she was confused and hero-worshipping him?”

  “Christ, no. But she told me what she did after and how she had you punished. And how ashamed she feels every time she sees you because you don’t hate her for it.”

  “Do you know, the public punishment might have been more physically painful than the court-case in Ireland, but it wasn’t half as bloody mentally damaging. Here, we had a ton of friends on our side. In Ireland we were outcasts. I don’t hate Carla. In a funny way, she saved me and Jim. We were falling apart at the seams. But the minute I knew she wanted him, I fought back and we fixed us. I can honestly say we have never been happier, even in the early days of our relationship.”

  “I can see that. Corbin’s Bend seems to suit you. On the day I got here, Jim said it gets under your skin. Now I know what he meant. It will be hard to go home.”

  “You’ll break Carla’s heart when you do.”

  “I dunno, she seems happy enough to look on it as a short term arrangement. I’ve talked about going home and she never suggests keeping in touch or anything. I think she wants a more controlling man for the long term to tell the truth. Someone who will spank her for things more, but I still find it hard to nit-pick.”

  “So try what they call maintenance spankings. They’re not for any one particular thing but just to keep her focused. It would probably help Carla be less wound up, and you won’t feel like you’re being a tyrant.”

  “Feck…sorry, I just remembered I told her not to leave the house before she had cleaned her room. I was supposed to go back and check on her. That’s three hours ago. Gotta run.”

  “This is from the man who doesn’t want to nit pick! Careful, Kieran, you might get good at this.” Ange laughed just before he ran out the door.

  By the time he got to Carla’s, not only her bedroom was spotless but the living room too. And she was sitting waiting for him. He kissed and praised her and she was so sweetly soft he was charmed. And turned on. He probed her mouth and squeezed her hot punished buttocks. Carla moved in tighter, rubbing against his erection.

  “You need to go see Cadence,” Kieran reminded her, reluctantly pulling away.

  “Already done. I ate lots of humble pie, can’t you see how much weight I’ve put on?” Carla replied, moving back into him. He swatted her ass several times, good and hard.

  “It’s no joking matter, madam. Do you need another reminder to show compassion?”

  “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t making little of it, just trying to be playful. Poor taste.”

  He could see in her eyes that the reminder aroused her further. In honesty, it got to him too and he felt his balls ache with tension.

  “Bedroom, now. And that’s an order.” He could get to like this being in charge caper, he thought as Carla scuttled off.

  Carla was stripping her clothes as fast as she could. He stood appreciating the sight. He liked that her bottom was still a nice rich pink, although much faded already. He idly mused on the lack of guilt he had about it now, compared to that first time.

  “It’s torture time, babe. Lie on your back, spread-eagled,” he warned, giving her an evil smile. He fished in her underwear drawer to find some pantyhose or something stretchy to tie her with. He had an idea they might stretch to the four corners of the bed.

  “Bingo, it works, although your pantyhose will never be useable again. It was time you switched to stockings and a garter belt anyway. They’re much sexier.”

  “You never cease to amaze me, Kieran O’Brien. And here I was thinking you were such a prude for so long.”

  “Ah, just because I hadn’t discovered the joys of spanking, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like a bit of hot, naughty sex. Let me see, a blindfold I think. Remember, call Methon if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

  “I’m good so far. There are scarves in the third or fourth drawer.”

  “I need to go to the kitchen for a moment, do you want me to untie you, or are you okay?”

  “It’s fine. I could get out of these if I had to. It’s hot to think of you leaving me lying here like this. Blindfold me before you go.”

  He found couple of scarves, folded one over and tied it around her head. Another silk scarf he set aside for other uses. Her breathing was labored. Arousal was shimmering off her like a halo. Her face and neck were flushed. She looked so hot. And he had just the thing to cool her down. He ran to the kitchen, got ice from the freezer and clothes pegs from the laundry hamper. The fun was about to begin. When he returned, he started out by doing a survey of her body.

  “Someone’s a dirty slut. I see a pink face, hard nipples and a very wet pussy. You’re enjoying this too much. I had better cool you down.”

  He had the pleasure of seeing Carla fight her restraints and buck her hips. He put an ice cube in his mouth and then put his mouth around one erect nipple. Already peaked and sensitive, the ice made it much harder. She really had the most beautiful tits – all nipple. So much fun to play with. He moved to the other bud. When they were both hard and attentive, he crunched and swallowed the ice. Then he took the silk scarf and trailed it along her breasts. The soft, warm fibre gently teasing urged a whimper from her mouth. Next he took a clothespeg, rolled one nipple between his finger and thumb and attached the peg.

  “Ouch,” Carla protested.

  “Give it a minute, if it’s still awful, I’ll take it off, okay?” He went back to pleasuring the other peak with his mouth to distract her. Once settled, he put on another peg. Again she protested.

  “Will I take them off? he asked.

  “No, the first has stopped hurting and it feels good, gets me down there. This will be fine in a moment.”

  “Good girl.”

  He popped another ice cube in his mouth. He trailed it down her tummy to her clit.

  “Ah,” Carla moaned as he worked her clit, chilling it and heating it at once. Within moments the heat of her arousal had melted the cube. He pinched her clit, and applied a peg. This time she yelped so hard that he took it off. He’d have to buy her a proper clit clamp, one he could adjust. Kieran couldn’t believe she was going along with this so far. All those movies he had watched, and now he was getting to live out his fantasies. It was the biggest high he’d ever had in his life. He worked her clit with his tongue until she was positively fizzing.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to or I’ll put my finger in your bottom again,” he warned. He probed her sex with first two then three fingers. Thrusting them in and out. He could see the look of concentration on her face, trying to prevent her orgasm.

  “Kieran, stop or I’ll come! Please you’re torturing me.”

  “Not yet, little lady. Good girls do what they’re told, naughty girls get punished.” He threateningly circled her anus with his other hand, while still pumping her pussy with his fingers. He felt the moisture accumulating and becoming creamy. He knew she had lost seconds before her body jerked, shivered and thrashed in a massive orgasm.

  “Naughty naughty girl. Now you’re for it.” He released the ties and turned her around, pulling her up on all fours. He spanked her ten times and she bucked in pleasure. Then Kieran squirted cold lube on his finger and penetrated her anus. Carla backed into him, wanting more. With his clean hand h
e worked her clit while still with his finger inside her anus. He could feel her clench her bottom muscles around his finger as her next orgasm arrived with a shudder. He’d tortured both of them quite enough, he decided. He grabbed a wipe from her nightstand to clean up before donning a condom. He knew Carla could hear the foil tear and would be waiting for penetration. He gripped her hips, shoving the full length of his engorged shaft straight in without ceremony.

  “You feel so good. So wet and slippy,” he groaned. Holding back was going to be impossible. Kieran was grateful for the condom reducing the sensitivity allowing him to pump her hard until she shouted her pleasure. With a final hard couple of thrusts, his own release exploded into her pulsating pussy.

  “Where the hell did you learn to do that?” Carla asked when they came around.

  “Promise you won’t laugh if I tell you?”

  “I promise.”

  “The internet. I’ve never done it before,” Kieran admitted, embarrassed. Carla’s face was contorted, he knew she was going to laugh. He put his finger to his lips in warning, and she exploded.

  “Now, how should I punish a broken promise,” Kieran ruminated aloud.

  “Don’t you dare. That would be so unfair. I think I’m getting to like your kind of vanilla.”

  “I’ll see your kink and raise you another kink,” he laughed. “Oh and by the way, we’re going to try weekly maintenance spankings, courtesy of my dearest sister in law, she’s a wise woman.”

  “I’ll have to have a word with her about that!” Carla said, but he knew she was pleased. She hadn’t protested and had a content smile on her face.