Page 13 of Conflicted
“Respect is earned.” The moment the words left her mouth, Ruby cringed. Why do I always push so hard? What kind of submissive am I?
“Then respect this.” With a move so fast she didn’t see it coming, he captured her around her waist and carried her over to the red couch, where he sat and turned her over his lap.
Despite her helpless position, Ruby smirked as she realized she was still wearing her jeans. Her triumphant feeling was short-lived when he began to pull the fabric down, and Ruby remembered she’d unbuttoned the jeans.
Cold air touched her ass and upper legs. Her thong did nothing to cover her butt nor to cushion the blows that were to come, and Ruby dropped her head in resentment.
Nathan stroked her butt cheeks. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”
“I’d rather have you get it over with.”
Since she couldn’t watch his face, Nathan grinned widely at her defiance and calmly stated, “fifteen.”
He leisurely stroked the white globes of her ass. The thong was a pleasant surprise, but then the sassy submissive over his lap hadn’t been boring for a moment. He waited her out. Although a brat, Ruby was submissive, and she would yield eventually. Meanwhile, he would have fun getting her to submit.
“I wasn’t respectful, I didn’t obey your orders, and I wasn’t dressed properly.”
“That’s right,” he continued fondling her, “I want you to count, but since I want your honesty more than your deference, I don’t expect you to thank me.”
The little growl that came from her was cute, he thought. Nathan lifted his hand and landed it with a resounding slap on her left buttock.
The silence hung between them. Wait for it.
“One, Sir.”
The “Sir” was an excellent addition and hit him straight in the groin. He stroked over the red handprint and landed a blow on the other side.
“Two, Sir.”
It seemed her rebellion was shallow.
He didn’t pause between the third and fourth slap, and she counted them promptly. “Three, Sir. Four, Sir.”
Her ass glowed a fierce red not even halfway through her punishment, and he lightened the next spanks. He wasn’t a sadist, and she sure as hell wasn’t a masochist, but she needed to know he would exert his dominance and demand respect from her.
As she squirmed with the tenth, he gave her two next swats on the tender undercurve of her buttocks. “Don’t move.”
Her counting ended on a shriek this time, and he expected she would keep perfectly still for the rest. He sighed and stroked her back, as much for her to catch her breath as for him to gather his bearings. “Now be a good girl and accept your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Nathan resumed her punishment with even a lighter hand. Despite his caution, her cheeks glowed a fierce red by the time she gritted out, “Fifteen, Sir.”
He didn’t let her rise from his lap but pressed a hand between her shoulder blades when she tried to lift her upper body. “Stay put, subbie.”
A bit awkward, since he only could use one hand, he opened the case with essential oils and selected a soothing blend to help with the bruising. The scent of wintergreen and camphor wafted through the air as he spread the ointment over the red handprints he left. Squirming on his lap, Ruby whimpered softly.
“Sorry, baby, I know this hurts almost worse than the spanking, but it will help prevent you from bruising. You have delicate skin.”
A shuddering sob wrenched from Ruby’s throat, and Nathan lifted her into an upright position and cradled her against his chest. She snuggled sweetly into him, occasionally sniffling and hiccupping.
“You’ve been a member for a while, haven’t any of the Doms spanked you before?”
She nodded against his chest.
For someone who was punished before, she had an extreme reaction. “Who spanked you, and why?” Nathan inquired softly.
“Mm-hmm.” She seemed sluggish, and he tightened the hand he placed on her bare upper leg. “Oh... ah Bob once in a scene. And... ah, Will too.”
