me. And I want a full admission of guilt and a request to be appropriately dealt with. Not all the reasons why. Got it?”
“ Ohhh, yes, sir.”
“One more thing, Bunny. I may be new at this but I’m very clear about certain things,” he said sternly. “However, having said that, I also know I’m not perfect. You absolutely must communicate with me about anything and everything. It’s the only way this is going to work. If you think I’m being too hard on you about something, tell me. If you think a rule is unfair, tell me. Promise?”
“I promise,” she replied. “I won’t hold anything back from now on.”
“You better not,” he warned, but smiled as he said it. “Now let’s get cleaned up and go eat.”
She snuggled him for a moment, smelling his skin, feeling his strong, muscled body, and thought she must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Chapter Fourteen
Emily was a nervous wreck. It was 8:55. In five minutes she would have to head up the stairs and fetch the hairbrush. He was going to spank her. He was going to spank her just the way she had described it in her blog. That meant – yikes. That meant he was really going to spank her. Not just tantalize her bottom.
In the hour that had passed between having dinner and washing the dishes she had attempted to write another blog. It was impossible. She tried to watch television – no go. She didn’t even know what programs she was looking at. She paced, then wiped the counters in the kitchen, then went back online and researched, ‘Spanking With A Hairbrush’. But when she tried to read the articles and blogs she simply couldn’t focus.
She kept telling herself not to be so crazy, but the more she did the crazier she became. Then suddenly it was 8:55. Looking back she saw it was now 8:57. An inspired thought danced through her head and she raced to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Reaching in she grabbed the bottle of Vanilla Vodka and took a swig, wishing she’d thought of it before.
It was time.
Taking a deep breath she headed up to the bedroom and walked through the door. He was sitting in the chair reading, and when she entered he looked idly up from his book, then slowly closed it and placed it on the coffee table. She realized she was just standing there and hurried across to the dresser. Pulling open the bottom drawer where she saw the hairbrush… And a leather paddle… And a riding crop… And a flogger. She gulped. She had written about all of them in her blog.
Holy crap! They look much worse in real life, she thought, picking up the hairbrush. Then she saw the other items: two blindfolds, several different sized dildos still in their packages, some lube...
Lube? Why the hell would be have bought... Oh, no! Damn. I wrote about that too...
“I’m waiting!”
His voice broke her from her reverie and she jumped. Closing the drawer she turned to face him. He inwardly smiled. He had let her sit there for a minute or two so she could take in all the bits and pieces that he left there for her discovery. She looked quite shaken.
“Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, then hurried over and kneeled in front of him.
“Please put the hairbrush on the ottoman and stand up and remove all your clothes.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she stammered, and dropping the hairbrush she rose up and yanked off her jeans and T-shirt.”
“Leave your socks,” he said, as she was about to pull them off. She stopped and looked at him, waiting for further instructions. “Now you may kneel,” he finished, and she immediately dropped in front of him.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Oh, I – uh – please, sir, would you spank me with this hairbrush. I lied to you for several months. I deceived you. I wrote a blog and kept it secret and didn’t tell you any of the things I was thinking about,” she blurted.
“Emily,” he said slowly.
“ Ohhh, yes, sir.”
“One more thing, Bunny. I may be new at this but I’m very clear about certain things,” he said sternly. “However, having said that, I also know I’m not perfect. You absolutely must communicate with me about anything and everything. It’s the only way this is going to work. If you think I’m being too hard on you about something, tell me. If you think a rule is unfair, tell me. Promise?”
“I promise,” she replied. “I won’t hold anything back from now on.”
“You better not,” he warned, but smiled as he said it. “Now let’s get cleaned up and go eat.”
She snuggled him for a moment, smelling his skin, feeling his strong, muscled body, and thought she must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Chapter Fourteen
Emily was a nervous wreck. It was 8:55. In five minutes she would have to head up the stairs and fetch the hairbrush. He was going to spank her. He was going to spank her just the way she had described it in her blog. That meant – yikes. That meant he was really going to spank her. Not just tantalize her bottom.
In the hour that had passed between having dinner and washing the dishes she had attempted to write another blog. It was impossible. She tried to watch television – no go. She didn’t even know what programs she was looking at. She paced, then wiped the counters in the kitchen, then went back online and researched, ‘Spanking With A Hairbrush’. But when she tried to read the articles and blogs she simply couldn’t focus.
She kept telling herself not to be so crazy, but the more she did the crazier she became. Then suddenly it was 8:55. Looking back she saw it was now 8:57. An inspired thought danced through her head and she raced to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Reaching in she grabbed the bottle of Vanilla Vodka and took a swig, wishing she’d thought of it before.
It was time.
Taking a deep breath she headed up to the bedroom and walked through the door. He was sitting in the chair reading, and when she entered he looked idly up from his book, then slowly closed it and placed it on the coffee table. She realized she was just standing there and hurried across to the dresser. Pulling open the bottom drawer where she saw the hairbrush… And a leather paddle… And a riding crop… And a flogger. She gulped. She had written about all of them in her blog.
Holy crap! They look much worse in real life, she thought, picking up the hairbrush. Then she saw the other items: two blindfolds, several different sized dildos still in their packages, some lube...
Lube? Why the hell would be have bought... Oh, no! Damn. I wrote about that too...
“I’m waiting!”
His voice broke her from her reverie and she jumped. Closing the drawer she turned to face him. He inwardly smiled. He had let her sit there for a minute or two so she could take in all the bits and pieces that he left there for her discovery. She looked quite shaken.
“Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, then hurried over and kneeled in front of him.
“Please put the hairbrush on the ottoman and stand up and remove all your clothes.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she stammered, and dropping the hairbrush she rose up and yanked off her jeans and T-shirt.”
“Leave your socks,” he said, as she was about to pull them off. She stopped and looked at him, waiting for further instructions. “Now you may kneel,” he finished, and she immediately dropped in front of him.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Oh, I – uh – please, sir, would you spank me with this hairbrush. I lied to you for several months. I deceived you. I wrote a blog and kept it secret and didn’t tell you any of the things I was thinking about,” she blurted.
“Emily,” he said slowly.
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