“Lauren!” Michael bellowed my name from downstairs. I’d been spending most of my day hiding from him. Three weeks had passed since the warehouse, and he deemed me physically fit enough to endure my punishment.
Originally, I hoped he would forget, that the injury to my face would be seen as punishment enough. It had the exact opposite effect on him. Watching the bruising change colors and fade and the swelling go down only reminded him on a daily basis my defiance and how close I came to getting killed.
Taking over the running of the garage at the club had taken most of his time over the past few weeks. It didn’t stop him from trying to bully me into doing what he said, though. I did cave about my cleaning job. He demanded I quit and concentrate on school. I gave notice with the maid service, but told him I was keeping my job at the shelter. It wasn’t so much a job as it was my way of giving back.
At night, he picked me up from my shift and took me to the garage while he finished his work there. I studied in his office while he did whatever he did until he finally let us go home. Pierre showed up for class a week after his father had died right in front of me, looking shaken and worried at the sight of me. He apologized for the confusion over the internship placements and wished me luck. He would be taking an internship in New York.
But three weeks had passed and it was time to pay up, as Michael said.
“Lauren! If I have to come up there to get you, it’s only going to get worse. Get your ass down here.”
Worse? What could be worse than what he described to me last night? After he fucked me breathless he announced my punishment would take place the next day. Then he laid out exactly what all that entailed. Some of it sounded pretty arousing, but I did not like the idea of having to wear a chastity belt for a full day. He knew his spankings were starting to turn me on, and that was his weapon now. A long spanking over his knee, a short session with my newly acquired vibrator to bring me to the edge until he deemed I’d had enough, and then he’d be locking me into a leather belt that wouldn’t allow me access to my own body. This would be repeated several times over the course of the day.
I opened the door to the bedroom and started to walk down the steps to the living room where he sat on the couch, all implements in hand.
“Can’t we do this upstairs? The neighbors will hear.” I pointed to the window. He’d closed the shades, but the room wasn’t sound proof.
“Not my problem.” He shrugged. His stern face had taken over the soft, loving expressions he showed me only a few hours before. “Take off your clothes, Lauren.”
I pulled my sundress up over my head and tossed it on the couch near him.
He shook his head. “Did you want to add more for attitude?”
“No.” I shook my head. I was already worried I wouldn’t make it through the first round without losing my mind.
“Come here and lay your pretty ass over my lap.” He sat back on the couch and patted his legs. Of all the men in the world I could have fallen in love with, it had to be a spanker. Although, I must admit, I wasn’t really complaining.
Once I was settled over his lap, he ran his hand over my cheeks. “Such creamy skin, but not for long.” He didn’t give me any time to adjust or prepare before his hand came down hard on my ass again and again and again.
I wiggled, squealed, tried to climb off his lap, but all to no avail. He continued on until he was good and done. By then, my ass was a blazing inferno, but it didn’t stop my clit from waking and wanting his touch.
“That should do for now.” He patted my raw backside. “Stand up.” He helped me to my feet. “Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head.”
“Michael.” I tried again to plead for him to change his mind.
“Another word and I’ll get the belt out. I’m going easy on you; don’t make me regret that.”
Once my hands were interlocked behind my head, I felt the vibrations of my vibrator on my clit. Instinctively, I pushed my pelvis toward it, needing more pressure. It only took moments before I felt my climax building. I tried to hide my expression, hoping to slip one orgasm in before he took it away, but he knew me too well. He turned off the vibrator and pulled me right back over his knee for another spanking.
“Michael! Oh! Oh!” I wiggled even more during the second round, as my backside was even tenderer, but he didn’t let up the intensity. When he let me back up, he put me right back into position, moving the vibe over my clit, and slipping two fingers into my pussy. I thought I would die if he didn’t let me come, but he proved me wrong, withdrawing all sensations right when the waves were about to crash into me. I growled as he yanked me back over his lap for a third round.
“Never again will you disobey me, isn’t that right, my Lauren?”
“No, I won’t! I promise!” I tried to cover my ass, but he held my hands away from my backside as he peppered me with more smacks.
This time when the vibe started on me, I squealed. My clit was becoming ultra-sensitive, which only made him smile wider. “That’s a good girl.” He brought me to the edge three more times before he slipped on the leather belt. Locking it in place at my hip, he gave a kiss to my cheek, where it was wet from all my tears. “I told Tanner what I was going to do to you for disobeying me.”
I turned to him with wide eyes. I didn’t know they talked.
“That last round of spanking was for him. I was only planning on two rounds.”
“Traitor,” I whispered.
“Ah, well, you haven’t heard what Johnny wants me to do to you. I believe he’s still working on it, but he’s promised to have a nice wooden paddle all polished up and ready for me by next week. He wants me to hang it in the garage.”
“You talk to your friends too much about us. You’re turning into a gossiping woman,” I hissed, almost forgetting the burn in my backside and the uncomfortable fit of the leather chastity belt.
Instead of striking back, he threw his head back and laughed. “That’s why I love you, Lauren. You keep me on my toes.” He pulled me to him and kissed me soundly.
When he let me up for air I smiled. “And I love you, Michael, because you keep me on my back.”
Again he laughed and pinched my ass. “Such a smartass you are. Come on, let’s get lunch. You can put your dress back on if you want. Although, I’m sure the material will feel raw against your ass. It’s a perfect shade of red.” I felt the heat creep up my neck. “It almost matches your face right about now.” He helped me put the dress back on and led me into the kitchen where he had a pizza sitting on the island.
I sat gingerly for a few days after that afternoon, but at no point did I worry that Michael didn’t love me. After our pizza, he took me upstairs and rubbed cream over my hurting backside. He was true to his word about not letting me find my orgasm that day, but the next morning he woke me up with the announcement that my punishment was over, and I needed to thank him by giving him three orgasms in a row.
Obedient as ever, I gave in to his commands and followed every instruction he gave me. At least for that day.
THE END
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