Chapter Two
Brandon swore he’d crack a molar from grinding his teeth so hard. His thirty-five year old ears were burning from the lewd comments the punks seated next to him were throwing around. Where the hell was the bouncer in this seedy dive? Damn and blast he’d had enough. Callie would either leave this bar right now under her own steam or he’d carry her out. One of the young men tossed a rude remark her way as Callie passed by. Reaching out, Brandon snagged her around the waist and plopped her onto his lap and drilled her with a steely glare. “Get your things. I’m taking you home.” His no nonsense tone of voice was unmistakable.
Callie scrambled off his lap. “Okay.” He arched a questioning brow. “Sir,” she quickly added.
Once outside, Brandon caught hold of her arm and turned her sideways and whacked her on the ass. The thin material of her shorts did little to soften the blow.
“Ouch,” Callie spat.
Brandon administered another hard whack. “Just warming you up, sweetheart.” He returned her glare with one of his own. “You’ve earned a good spanking. Keep sassing me and I’ll turn you over my knee right here in this Godforsaken parking lot. It’s time you learned how things are going to work in this relationship.”
He walked her to her car and stood silently by until she was safely seated inside her yellow Volkswagon. Before closing the door he grasped her by the chin and turned her face to his. “Buckle up and go straight home. I’ll be right behind you all the way.”
Callie made it to her apartment in record time. She grabbed her purse, jumped out of the car and flew up the three cement steps leading to her apartment.
Brandon parked directly behind her and rounded his vehicle. He caught up to her just as she was entering her apartment. “Dammit, woman! Where the hell did you get your driver’s license? Inside a box of Cracker Jacks?” He jerked a thumb over one shoulder. “You went through a red light back there.”
“I did not.”
Afraid he’d strangle her, Brandon jammed his hands in his pockets.
Callie’s fierce expression changed to one of remorse. “Look, I’m sorry for everything, but you know how worried I am about those younger girls I work with. Bailey’s forcing them to have sex. They either agree or lose their jobs. Those girls have nobody to help them.”
Brandon wagged his head in remorse. “And that warrants you lying to me for two whole weeks? Have you’ve been going there while I was at work?” He ran a hand over his face. “Don’t answer that. Unlock the door. You’ve got a good leathering coming.” He clasped her elbow and steered her toward the bedroom. “After you’ve taken a shower, make sure you’re naked.” He pointed toward the far side of the room. “Stick your nose in that corner and wait for me.”
Brandon strode into the small living room and pulled out his cell phone. He had meant to call his best friend, Detective Dave Andrews, earlier but when Callie hadn’t returned any of his messages, he’d grown worried and distracted. He planned to take her out to dinner given today had been one of first days he was able to leave the office early. Finding her at the Tavern pissed him off and he’d forgotten about everything else.
“Hey Dave. How’s the investigation going?”
“We’ve got enough on Bailey for a search warrant. Banking on what we find, he should be arrested within the next twenty-four hours. Sorry it’s taken so long but these things require a lot of paperwork. We don’t want to blow it. Meet me at the coffee house two doors down from your office in about an hour and I’ll fill you in with the details.”
Brandon blew out a sigh of relief. “Great. Catch you later.” He wasn’t going to mention the conversation to Callie just yet. Right now she needed a lesson. When he gave her an order, he expected her to follow it to the letter.
****
The firm clip of footsteps echoed down the small hallway leading to her bedroom then the sound stopped abruptly and all was silent. Callie shivered. He was in the room. The air around her took on a more masculine scent, but she was wise enough to keep her place. She didn’t need to see what he was doing. The rasp of a belt being unbuckled was enough to make her buttocks clench. She bit her bottom lip. He had yet to use an inanimate object on her body.
“Please.” A tear slid down her cheek and settled between her unbound breasts. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.” Heat radiated from behind her. He was so close his breath skittered across the nape of her neck. Her nipples tightened. If she was smart, she’d be scared.
“Make sure you apologize to Jenny and Rick as well,” he replied gruffly.
Callie’s shoulders slumped at the mention of her sister and brother-in-law. Jenny was relieved to know her younger sister was quitting her job as a cocktail waitress. Rick was like the brother she’d always wanted. All she’d accomplished with her recklessness was hurting the only two people she had left in her family. Most importantly, she hurt the man she loved.
“Turn around.”
Callie did as she was told.
With belt in hand, Brandon reached the bed in three determined strides. He situated his large frame on the mattress and patted his thighs. He was a force to be reckoned with. No matter how much she cried, there would be no reprieve this night. Callie hesitated for a moment. Once more she pleaded by blinking her tear filled eyes but Brandon’s demeanor remained stoic.
“Don’t make me come and get you, young lady.”
She ventured closer and he reached out and curled an arm around her waist. Callie’s world turned upside down and her bare ass was stuck high in the air. She heard the whistle of his belt and closed her eyes, yelping as it landed on her backside. He was relentless in his teaching. Strike after strike came down fast and hard. Tears fell down her cheeks and soaked into the comforter beneath her cheek.
“You’ll not lie to me again.” Whap. “Do you understand?”
Whap. Whap. “Yes, please stop.” Callie swore her backside would explode into a plume of smoke if he continued to whip her so relentlessly. Suddenly the blows stopped and she was lifted and set none too gently on his lap. The coarse material of his slacks chaffed her backside and Callie winced at the contact. She tried to plow her hands under her ass but Brandon captured both her wrists in one large hand and pressed them against his muscled chest.
“No you don’t, young lady. You deserve to feel the sting of this tanning.” He stood her up between his knees and gave her a shake. “I won’t tolerate your impulsive behavior now or when we’re married. Do you understand?”
Callie choked back a sob and nodded. He was right. She needed to trust him to take care of things that were way beyond her means. Contrite, she dropped to her knees and laid her head in his lap. His firm thighs and masculine scent soon had the heat from her backside trailing up to her pussy. The bulge in his pants nudged her face. Turning her head, she pressed her nose to his erection.
Brandon cupped her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. His dark stare warned that her naughty behavior would not be tolerated. This had been her first punishment spanking. She couldn’t use sex to sway him away from her blatant disobedience or attempt to get on his good side. The next step was to stand in the corner once again with her reddened bottom exposed to his gaze. Domestic Discipline was all so new to her and she knew she needed to experience the consequences while her ass burned terribly, but the disappointment she’d caused him because of her actions hurt even worse.
Callie shivered but withstood his angry disposition. She settled her hands upon his and squeezed. She needed to show him how sorry she was. “Please let me pleasure you.” She turned her head and pressed a kiss to one large palm then the other and his expression softened. Taking the sudden change as a sign of forgiveness, her fingers trembled as she unzipped his fly and tugged down the waistband of his boxers. His cock sprang free, long and hard. Callie licked the huge mushroom shaped head and Brandon groaned and slid his hands into her hair. He held her there while he fucked her mouth as Callie sucked him deep to the back of her throat.
“Enough,” Brandon said as he pulled her to her feet. “Straddle me. I want to feel the hot clasp of your pussy surrounding my dick.” Callie stumbled to her feet and settled her knees on either side of his body and waited for him to plunge into her pussy.
****
Brandon threaded his belt through the loops on his trousers. He hoped his brat had learned her lesson. There had been no enjoyment at her cries of pain. He loved her so much. He’d do his best to make sure she was protected and taken care of for the rest of her life. She deserved to be cherished and chastised if the need arose. She’d compromised his principles and that couldn’t happen again. When he punished her, she needed to stand in the corner and think about why she had been punished.
Callie emerged from the bathroom and sat gingerly on the mattress.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow to take you out to lunch.” Brandon watched as Callie winced and tried to get comfortable. He tucked the blankets around her and popped her on the nose with his finger. “Lesson learned?” Callie nodded and he kissed her hard on the mouth. “I love you.”
****
Callie had just drifted off to sleep when her cell phone rang.
“Hey, honey,” Colleen said. “Are you okay?”
Callie suppressed a yawn and looked at the time. It felt as if she’d been asleep for hours but it was only 11:00 o’clock. “I’m fine.” No way was she telling her friend about the spanking. “What’s up?”
Colleen’s voice lowered considerably. “Cindy walked out. I guess Bailey tried to lure her into his office. She told me she was going to report him to the police.”
Callie threw off the covers and sat up. She winced. Her bottom hurt like hell. “Did she say she was heading there now?”
Colleen sighed. “I said she was going to report him. She just called me. She changed her mind. Another girl is in his office right now for an interview. Bailey practically jumped on her when she came in and said she was looking for work.”
Callie swung her legs from beneath the covers and planted her feet on the floor. “I’ve had about enough of this. I’m confronting him and telling him I know what he’s doing.” Without waiting for a reply, she hit the end button on the phone, threw on her clothes and headed out the door. An uneasy trickle of dread overwhelmed her but she kept right on going.