During the two weeks before the finals Nat really saved my life. I had to get up early, eat properly and if I didn't have classes, I had to sit at the dinning room table and study. No TV, no phone, no going out except to the store and throwing out the trash which were ways to get some fresh air. She released me of all other chores. Once I even got couple of warning swats with the wooden spoon for washing the dishes instead of finishing a chapter I had started before the dinner was done.
***
That day when she found out about everything I started surprising myself with the effort I was capable of. No problems concentrating with her working on her laptop across the table. When my mind started wondering and I ended up staring into nothing (you know that feeling when you're not looking at anything really but you're eyes are open), she could somehow feel it, I don't know. Not even fully looking up she would just say: "Anna" and my stomach would turn and my butt cheeks start tingling, and concentration was back.
After about three hours and only one bathroom break I was starting to feel tired and more importantly studying became way more difficult. I was struggling but didn't dare say anything. Almost an hour of that torture worked its way up, painting my thoughts black. I can't do it. This is all in vain. It's impossible!! What was I thinking? I am dropping out and that's it. I must have been breathing differently and/or making faces but when I lifted my head decided to tell her that I'm giving up I saw a stern inquisitive glare waiting for me.
The courage dissipated at once and only despair was left. I guess she felt sorry, although her face didn't show it. To be quiet honest I didn't take too good a look because I lowered my eyes and mumbled.
"I am sorry Nat... I am sorry for everything but I really can't do this... It's impossible... I mean for me... I am not capable..."
"You are very much capable. I will, however, accept whichever result, as long as I see the effort we agreed upon.What I won't tolerate is giving up, feeling sorry for yourself or any other bad behavior. I don't care if you have to study standing at this table, but you will do as I say, because I know you will be happy in the end. And I want you to be happy." I wanted to disagree... I wanted to scream BUT I AM NOOOOOT CAPABLE...
"Why can't I remember anything if I am so capable?! Why can't I even understand this shit?!" I fell silent under her glare. She took her glasses off, slowly. Closed her laptop, just as slowly, and got up. Now, I know that she was thinking about the right move: should she just grab the wooden spoon and give me a release from the vicious circle of my thoughts, should she quiz me on what I had been reading - but what if I truly didn't remember, then she would be proving my point, should she just let me go for that night, it was quiet late after all. She took the wooden spoon before she had actually decided what to do. Finally it clicked. She had to know the truth, proving my point or not.
But that night, not knowing her train of thoughts I almost peed when I saw her go for the wooden spoon because my butt was still so sore. I noticed that my eyes were already full of tears and my lips curling, I felt like remembering and understanding were up to me. Like not being able to memorize or comprehend was for the lack of effort not for the lack of intelligence or memory capacity. And of course, I was sorry....
"I am soooryy,... Nat... please I am sorry... please I will study... please don't any more... please...I can't take any more...." She stood in front of me with the spoon in her right hand and looked at me.
She was still angry about the whole thing, but at that moment she was touched by my sincere repentance. For some reason she decided that hugging me at that moment would be counter productive. (How could it ever be counter productive!!! I mean, hug is the most wonderful thing you can do at any point!) She moved the book closer to her.
I was surprised. I expected her to order me to go over her lap or to grab me by the arm, although she had never actually spanked me over her lap or by her hand, which I regretted, seeing in it the love I read about in FF domestic discipline relationships.
"Stand up" And I did. My quivering legs somehow holding me.
She started reading random sentences and demanded I talked about them. At first I felt awkward and scared and didn't speak that well, but later when she put the spoon down, took her glasses and sat in my chair I started feeling better. The first time I didn't know the answer at all, I got scared again, but she just wrote something down and continued. After half an hour she gave me the list of pages I had to go over. If I didn't know something on page 45 for example, I had to reread 44, 45 and 46. The list was pretty long, but the feeling that it all depended on my effort hadn't left me. Well, at least not that night.
***
After two days of progress and cheerfulness, I realized I was actually already a whole day behind the schedule she devised that fateful day. She didn't say anything and I saw that she was satisfied, but I wasn't. I knew I would do badly despite of the torturous hours of trying. I was already sleepy that morning and when Nat left for work I went to the couch and fell asleep. I kept waking up, thinking I heard the phone, or someone knocking at the door, and then falling asleep again in the matter of seconds. After having wasted 5 hours I finally got up, mad at myself. The goal felt so far out of my reach that I didn't even think of trying to study. I went for the food. Half an hour later, disgusted by myself, I went to the bathroom crying, hitting myself in the belly, wanting to hurt myself so badly... I just wanted to die.
I threw up and cried, and when all but the stomach acid was out, I rinsed like twenty times and cried some more... hit my head with the fists and washed my face and punched my thighs.... barely retained myself from doing something worse...
I didn't hear her come in.
I was sitting by the bathtub hugging my knees. The tears had run dry. And except for the deep scratch on my upper arm where I dug in the nails at some point, and the red puffy eyes, there weren't other traces of what had been happening in there.
She startled me :"Anna...?"
I got up quickly and got pretty dizzy. For a second I just saw darkness and some sparkling dots, but I pretended that I was looking at the floor.
"Sweetie, are you ok?" She held me and I hugged her. I didn't want to let her go, ever. She was stroking my hair, and kissed me couple of times. I just held her in my arms, my face on her shoulder and in her beautiful hair. Finally she gently pushed me and held my face in her hands. I loved the sound of her bracelets when she moved her hands.
"What happened, sweetie? Were you throwing up? Were you sick?"
I knew that I shouldn't lie, but it would be so easy... how about a half-truth. I want her to love me and hold me. I don't want her to get angry. But, by the time I looked up, her expression had changed.
I couldn't decipher it. Was she suspicious, angry, disappointed, worried..? Could she know what had happened. My brain was so slow.
"I am sorry... I ate a lot... I... " I wanted to say I got sick, but she finished instead of me.
"You had to make yourself throw up?" My eyes must have betrayed me.
"Anna, are you bulimic?... Oh, my God, you are... Sandra warned me..." The realization hit her. "Let's go sit down." She took me by the arm gently, but I winced because she placed her hand on the scratch.
"What's ..." and she saw it. Her eyes grew deeper, darker. She was speechless.
I felt even worse. Like a stupid freak, psycho, idiot...
I wanted her to yell at me, to punish me, not to make a big deal out of it. I didn't want to be some psycho case...
"It's nothing, Nat. I'll just go back to the studying, ok. I haven't done too much today. I ate and I was sick, and I threw up... yes, I did it on purpose, but because I got sick. I am not bulimic or any of that stuff. And as for the scratch,... " I was trying to think fast, but no good explanation would come to my mind. I glanced at her face to check how I was doing so far, but she wasn't strict. She was serious and worried. I could see that she was thinking about something else, not even listening to me.
"OK? So,... do you want a cup of coffee?" I dared and at least partially succeeded.
"Yeah, sure" She said absentmindedly and went to the living room.
Why did I accept this responsibility. I've never wanted to be a mother... I should have known that would be my role here...Well... I am the father... and the mother is 2000 miles away... missing her... Lidia would have noticed it ... but, ok... she would have freaked out and probably sent her to the shrink or something because she would have felt helpless... Should I make an appointment with the psychiatrist? I know what my Felicia would do... she would have spanked her, and then made her eat until she finishes what's on the plate... Am I becoming my mother, God! But that sounds like a very good idea actually. no.... it sounds like an easy solution... dealing with the consequences... What?!
"Sorry, Anna, what did you say?"
"I... said here's your coffee and ... I asked if you were ok...? And.... I didn't say it, but I am sorry about everything... I am sorry for being such a mess and always... taking so much of your energy... I really want to be a perfect kid... I mean... person... and I would like if I could make your life better not worse... I am sorry..."
Natalie didn't know what to say. She wasn't one of those people who would comfort you and say no, you're no trouble, although they actually think you are.
I thought she was quiet because she had nothing nice to say. She patted the couch beside her and I sat.
"How often do you vomit after overeating?" she asked calmly with concern in her voice. I couldn't sense one bit of anger or disgust and felt tempted to say the truth, but I thought it would be OK if changed it just a little bit.
"Well... sometimes... it's like once in two weeks, sometimes... it's less..."
"And sometimes it's more often??"
"Well, usually it's really not even once in two weeks, but... like I think it's connected to my period, ... I get sad... or... nervous..."
Ok, does this mean she's not bulimic if it's not that often? Is this not too often?! How much is she lying? Agrrr I'll need a psychiatrist!!
"And what about that scratch?"
oh-oh... Why did she have to go there?! Shit... what do I tell her... what is half of the truth ... it happened ... no... let's say a quarter of the truth....
"Well couple of times a year, when I am really stressed out... I ... " I wanted to say hate myself, but I knew that would be too much. She couldn't help me with that... "I ... got anrgy..." Oh, why didn't I go for a lie?! Why is she looking at me so attentively. Can she read my mind?
Couple of times a year is probably every month... Does she cut herself?
"Take off your shirt." She said it as if we were just talking about my tan or a something. "Why?" I was buying time. I didn't look, I mean usually I don't get bruises...well on my legs ... couple of times but not on the belly... guess it's the muscles... I don't hit myself thaaat hard... Yeah, I'll give her the top if she lets me keep the bottom.
"And your sweatpants" Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeez is she freakin' reading my mind!
"Come on, Nat it's... "
"Anna, now." Before I met her I never knew that someone could practically whisper and make you obey as if they yelled your head off. I was standing in my panties and the sports bra, the sweat pants around my feet and the T-shirt in my hands.
"Turn around" I wished that there was a mirror so I could see what she saw. I felt so embarrassed.
Ok, so it wasn't psycho all the way, maybe a tantrum... If she were a toddler, she'd be over my knees and never repeat it again. But this is deeper... Lidia!!! This is your fault!!!
"You can put your clothes on and tell me what you did today. The whole day, and don't you dare... No, actually, keep the sweatpants down and come closer, it might be good for you memory."
Oh, for God's sake tell her the truth. Tell her the truth... she's looking so stern... aaaa... I can't tell her...
"Well... when you left I studied for a while... and... then..."
"How long a while?"
"Well for about... two and... well three ... yes about... three and half" SWAT! Ooouch!
"Would you like to reconsider your answer?"
"No, I did..." Swat, swat, swat ... and then I tried to move away and finally got what I had thought I wanted... a loving over the knee hand spanking... and.. oh, was I wrong for wanting that kind.
"Naaaaaaat!" I was surprised. My head on the couch cushion, feet kicking the coffee table. I tried to get up, but she just locked me down with left arm and adjusted my body so she had a better hold of my waist. "But you can't!"
"I swat can't swat swat swat!?! Yes, swat I can swat swat take a baby swat swat over my swat swat knee" She didn't bother with making the spanking even. My right butt cheek was about to be set on fire any moment now.
I was bawling within minutes. There was something about the position, it wasn't just the pain. The vulnerability and the closeness.
"Please ... Nat... plea- ease... " She was slowing down, and I was feeling a bit better actually, I mean emotionally, when she ruined it by saying.
"Ok, now that you've been spanked like a baby, do you care to tell me the truth, or should I go get the belt?" Where did the love I thought I felt go?!The caring!? The closeness! Why wasn't she helping me stand up and hugging me, and stroking my hair, clean slate and all... ?
-Don't - SWAT - owww - try swat - owww- to swat swat swat -get up -SWAT - aoooww
"ok...Whe- en youuuuuu weeeent I caaaa-aaame here aaaand slept until about one.... Plee- eease don't spank me aa- any more.... I love -you" She released my waist and I finally got my hug.
"I know, sweetie, I love you, too. And from now on you have to tell me the truth, ok?" She held my face in her hands and made me look in those beautiful hazel eyes as I promised I would.
"Go wash your face and come back so we can revise our plan, ok, love?"
"Can't I stay a little bit longer? I need a hug..." I was imploring her knowing that I wasn't going to get a hug after she sees how far behind I am on 'our' plan...
"Oh, you big baby. What will I do with you?" She said as she put her arms around me.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Nicole and Mila 2 / Waking up the kid
Mila was still in bed when Nicole called her.
"You've just woken up?!" Nicole couldn't believe it. With so many problems in her life she still managed to get up at 6 am, work, help her friends, clean the house and have enough energy to invite the brat for lunch and Mila'd just gotten out of bed at 1 pm! That's if she actually got up!
To the scolding tone of her lover's voice Mila, sit up straight in bed and tried a lie.
"No, hon, it's just that my throat is kinda weird."
"Oh, are you getting sick?" Nicole was very suspicious, but had to act as if she were buying it, just in case.
"I-I don't know... I don't think so..." she stuttered. If she said yes, she probably couldn't see her until tomorrow, and she needed her. She wanted to hug her and cuddle so much. But if Nicole found out she was lying then she'd get it. Lying is up there on top of the list with taking drugs and other serious stuff. "No, definitely. I think it's the heating. The air is dry..." If she had seen Nicole's eyebrows and stern look over the phone she would have stopped right there. "...and... and I had been meditating and I was quiet... so... What are you doing??" she tried to sound cheerful and carefree.
"Oh, nothing, I wanted to take you out for a lunch but I think it's better I come over there to see what's going on with the heating. I'll be there in 15." Nicole loved to solve the problems right away and wasn't the one to postpone the punishment.
Mila looked around and realized that the mess can't be dealt with in 15 minutes and figured, it's better she got ready and try to persuade Nicole to go out for lunch after all.
Having showered and dressed in a pretty skimpy outfit, considering the outside weather, she started to put the dishes in the washer but the bell rang.
Nicole almost laughed at Mila's try to sway her away from "the talk". She took the coat Mila was holding and hung it.
"I told you we're not going anywhere". Mila's butt cheeks clinched. She wasn't used to the talks. The first time she ever got over anybody's knee was 5 weeks ago, the night before their 3 months anniversary. And it was a playful thing. Kind of a present for Nicole. After that they had made an agreement which she had regretted two times already. She knew she needed discipline, and she loved Nicole for having enough love and patience to spank her instead of breaking up with her for being childish. She felt safer in this relationship than ever before, because Nicole's love seemed so stable, and all-accepting and ... it was like the quotes, love is when you help somebody become a better person... and Mila was definitely maturing, dropping the bad habits... well... at least trying to... but at moments like this one... she still wanted to run and hide.
"But, Nicole, please... I...I'm "
"You're sorry you lied to me?" She knew!!!!!!!!!! A rock fell on the bottom of her stomach, her mind went frantic.
"No,... I ..."
"NO?! You haven't lied to me? You weren't sleeping when I called you?!"
Mila stopped breathing. She could already feel the fear mounting...
"No..." her pleading look was met with a stern one, eyebrows shooting up on that No. Quick to correct herself she continued stammering "... what ... what I meant to say is ... that... p- please don't... don't...."
"Well, should have thought about that earlier, shouldn't you?" Relentless as usual, Nicole interrupted her calmly and firmly as she was putting her bag on the living room table and looking around at the incredible mess... Clothes, papers, books everywhere... She could see the boxes from the take-out food on the kitchen counter. She would have to teach Mila couple of lessons before inviting her to move in to her lovely apartment. Well, first the lying... Her eyes fell on Mila still standing at the living room door, almost shaking, nervously playing with her fingers. Oh, how wonderfully guilty and repentant she seemed. Nicole almost felt like walking up to her brat and pulling her into a hug when she saw two empty potato chips bags under the table.
"Are you going to clean the sofa, or should I?" Mila rushed to move the books and the clothes but not knowing what to do with them she just put them on the floor by the television set. Nicole started to get annoyed, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward the now empty sofa. Deaf to Mila's mumbling protests and pleas.
"Please... please don't.... I won't be a mess... I won't sleep too much... please ..."
"I certainly hope so" she said while thinking to herself...: Should I go for the belt? The hand spanking doesn't seem to keep her alert for too long a time... and taking everything into account, she deserves it... But is it too early in the relationship...? "And you will not lie to me again."
"I won't, I promise I won't. Please...." She mistook the time Nicole took to ponder the punishment for a forgiveness. Still, Mila felt miserable, and very much alert, regretting every minute of sleep and lying around and doing nothing. What the hell is she doing??? , she screamed inside her head as she saw Nicole unbuckle and take off her belt. Her trembling knees betrayed her as she sat on the sofa.
"No... honey.. please... Not the belt..." she half- whispered, eyes welled up already.
Nicole was stacking cushions in silence. When she put the last one next to Mila's thigh she put a finger under her lover's chin and lifted it to see the pitiful expression. Careful not to show any compassion on her face she asked:
"Why did you lie to me? " Mila just bowed her head unable to pronounce anything. "Ok, lie over the cushions. You'll talk later." Mila couldn't move. She was pushed down on the pillows by the shoulder and her right side lifted up enough for the belt strokes to lend.
"Swat swat I Swat told you Swat to Swat Swat Swat lie over the cushions Swat swat swat" With every stroke she flinched and let out a small yelp, although objectively they weren't too hard. After the last ones she felt she couldn't take it anymore and tried to push against Nicole's hand to free herself. But that was a big mistake!
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww" those first strokes were nothing compared to this! "Owwwwwwwwww owwwwwwwaaa Ni... oww .. Nicole... owwwwwwwww pleeeeeeeeease... pleeeeeeeease"
"Will you obey?"
"Yes.... "She lay over the cushions although she couldn't imagine the spanking continuing.
"Owwwwww it's owwwww enouaaaaaowwww"
Nicole rested the free hand on the small of Mila's back, and the belt on her butt.
"I will never lie to you aaagain... I proooo mise ... I promise... please... I prooo ... mise" Mila was quick to interpret this as the end...
Nicole was pondering the buns in the dark grey leggings, the naked lower back revealed when the pearly white tunic slid towards her shoulders. Oh, she wanted to hold her close, to take off those leggings and have fun. But there'll be time for that. I must remain strict if I want to help her.
"What do you have to do today?"
Was that a trick question? I should prepare lectures for tutoring and read for my papers... What does she mean???
"I don't know... "
"You DON'T know!?" swat swat SWAT
"Have you remembered?!" Mila was trying to gather her thoughts ...
"I have to -- prepare the -- lectures and --exercises for the tutoring...and in the afternoo--on go--o to the session" she whimpered.
"In the afternoon!? Interesting choice of words since it's already afternoon.... And?"
"And.... if .. if I have time I should read a little bit for -- my papers..."
"You will have time in the evening. And, what else?"
What does she mean "what else"??? Nothing... nothing... How could I possibly do anything else? I don't even have enough time to prepare for the tutoring ...I have to leave in less than 3 hours! SWAT
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww... I don't know... please not anymore... I can't take it, honey"
"When you come home you also have to clean it. Understood?"
"Yes! I will clean it! I promise!"
"And tomorrow, I will come to check."
She could hear Nicole putting her belt back on and got up. She didn't want her to go. She was very very sore and hungry, but what she wanted more than anything is to caress that body and have those strict hands caress her gently. She tried to stop Nicole's hand from clasping the belt, wanting to unbutton her pants.
"You don't have the time for that, love" she gently held her hands and then wiped a tear from her cheek.
Agrrh.... this is so difficult... I wish she had time... because I would like to hold her in my arms and take off those leggings... Who's going to wait another day...
"If you do everything we agreed upon, we could have some fun tonight..." And there were the sparkling beautiful eyes. Mila hugged her tight. How easy it is to light her up, thought Nicole. She has to help her be the best version of herself.
Nicole wrapped her arms around her sweet lover as Mila excitedly started talking: "I will! You'll see! I'll do everything! First, I'll..."And just like a kid she continued to recite her plan how she would manage everything...
"You've just woken up?!" Nicole couldn't believe it. With so many problems in her life she still managed to get up at 6 am, work, help her friends, clean the house and have enough energy to invite the brat for lunch and Mila'd just gotten out of bed at 1 pm! That's if she actually got up!
To the scolding tone of her lover's voice Mila, sit up straight in bed and tried a lie.
"No, hon, it's just that my throat is kinda weird."
"Oh, are you getting sick?" Nicole was very suspicious, but had to act as if she were buying it, just in case.
"I-I don't know... I don't think so..." she stuttered. If she said yes, she probably couldn't see her until tomorrow, and she needed her. She wanted to hug her and cuddle so much. But if Nicole found out she was lying then she'd get it. Lying is up there on top of the list with taking drugs and other serious stuff. "No, definitely. I think it's the heating. The air is dry..." If she had seen Nicole's eyebrows and stern look over the phone she would have stopped right there. "...and... and I had been meditating and I was quiet... so... What are you doing??" she tried to sound cheerful and carefree.
"Oh, nothing, I wanted to take you out for a lunch but I think it's better I come over there to see what's going on with the heating. I'll be there in 15." Nicole loved to solve the problems right away and wasn't the one to postpone the punishment.
Mila looked around and realized that the mess can't be dealt with in 15 minutes and figured, it's better she got ready and try to persuade Nicole to go out for lunch after all.
Having showered and dressed in a pretty skimpy outfit, considering the outside weather, she started to put the dishes in the washer but the bell rang.
Nicole almost laughed at Mila's try to sway her away from "the talk". She took the coat Mila was holding and hung it.
"I told you we're not going anywhere". Mila's butt cheeks clinched. She wasn't used to the talks. The first time she ever got over anybody's knee was 5 weeks ago, the night before their 3 months anniversary. And it was a playful thing. Kind of a present for Nicole. After that they had made an agreement which she had regretted two times already. She knew she needed discipline, and she loved Nicole for having enough love and patience to spank her instead of breaking up with her for being childish. She felt safer in this relationship than ever before, because Nicole's love seemed so stable, and all-accepting and ... it was like the quotes, love is when you help somebody become a better person... and Mila was definitely maturing, dropping the bad habits... well... at least trying to... but at moments like this one... she still wanted to run and hide.
"But, Nicole, please... I...I'm "
"You're sorry you lied to me?" She knew!!!!!!!!!! A rock fell on the bottom of her stomach, her mind went frantic.
"No,... I ..."
"NO?! You haven't lied to me? You weren't sleeping when I called you?!"
Mila stopped breathing. She could already feel the fear mounting...
"No..." her pleading look was met with a stern one, eyebrows shooting up on that No. Quick to correct herself she continued stammering "... what ... what I meant to say is ... that... p- please don't... don't...."
"Well, should have thought about that earlier, shouldn't you?" Relentless as usual, Nicole interrupted her calmly and firmly as she was putting her bag on the living room table and looking around at the incredible mess... Clothes, papers, books everywhere... She could see the boxes from the take-out food on the kitchen counter. She would have to teach Mila couple of lessons before inviting her to move in to her lovely apartment. Well, first the lying... Her eyes fell on Mila still standing at the living room door, almost shaking, nervously playing with her fingers. Oh, how wonderfully guilty and repentant she seemed. Nicole almost felt like walking up to her brat and pulling her into a hug when she saw two empty potato chips bags under the table.
"Are you going to clean the sofa, or should I?" Mila rushed to move the books and the clothes but not knowing what to do with them she just put them on the floor by the television set. Nicole started to get annoyed, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward the now empty sofa. Deaf to Mila's mumbling protests and pleas.
"Please... please don't.... I won't be a mess... I won't sleep too much... please ..."
"I certainly hope so" she said while thinking to herself...: Should I go for the belt? The hand spanking doesn't seem to keep her alert for too long a time... and taking everything into account, she deserves it... But is it too early in the relationship...? "And you will not lie to me again."
"I won't, I promise I won't. Please...." She mistook the time Nicole took to ponder the punishment for a forgiveness. Still, Mila felt miserable, and very much alert, regretting every minute of sleep and lying around and doing nothing. What the hell is she doing??? , she screamed inside her head as she saw Nicole unbuckle and take off her belt. Her trembling knees betrayed her as she sat on the sofa.
"No... honey.. please... Not the belt..." she half- whispered, eyes welled up already.
Nicole was stacking cushions in silence. When she put the last one next to Mila's thigh she put a finger under her lover's chin and lifted it to see the pitiful expression. Careful not to show any compassion on her face she asked:
"Why did you lie to me? " Mila just bowed her head unable to pronounce anything. "Ok, lie over the cushions. You'll talk later." Mila couldn't move. She was pushed down on the pillows by the shoulder and her right side lifted up enough for the belt strokes to lend.
"Swat swat I Swat told you Swat to Swat Swat Swat lie over the cushions Swat swat swat" With every stroke she flinched and let out a small yelp, although objectively they weren't too hard. After the last ones she felt she couldn't take it anymore and tried to push against Nicole's hand to free herself. But that was a big mistake!
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww" those first strokes were nothing compared to this! "Owwwwwwwwww owwwwwwwaaa Ni... oww .. Nicole... owwwwwwwww pleeeeeeeeease... pleeeeeeeease"
"Will you obey?"
"Yes.... "She lay over the cushions although she couldn't imagine the spanking continuing.
"Owwwwww it's owwwww enouaaaaaowwww"
Nicole rested the free hand on the small of Mila's back, and the belt on her butt.
"I will never lie to you aaagain... I proooo mise ... I promise... please... I prooo ... mise" Mila was quick to interpret this as the end...
Nicole was pondering the buns in the dark grey leggings, the naked lower back revealed when the pearly white tunic slid towards her shoulders. Oh, she wanted to hold her close, to take off those leggings and have fun. But there'll be time for that. I must remain strict if I want to help her.
"What do you have to do today?"
Was that a trick question? I should prepare lectures for tutoring and read for my papers... What does she mean???
"I don't know... "
"You DON'T know!?" swat swat SWAT
"Have you remembered?!" Mila was trying to gather her thoughts ...
"I have to -- prepare the -- lectures and --exercises for the tutoring...and in the afternoo--on go--o to the session" she whimpered.
"In the afternoon!? Interesting choice of words since it's already afternoon.... And?"
"And.... if .. if I have time I should read a little bit for -- my papers..."
"You will have time in the evening. And, what else?"
What does she mean "what else"??? Nothing... nothing... How could I possibly do anything else? I don't even have enough time to prepare for the tutoring ...I have to leave in less than 3 hours! SWAT
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww... I don't know... please not anymore... I can't take it, honey"
"When you come home you also have to clean it. Understood?"
"Yes! I will clean it! I promise!"
"And tomorrow, I will come to check."
She could hear Nicole putting her belt back on and got up. She didn't want her to go. She was very very sore and hungry, but what she wanted more than anything is to caress that body and have those strict hands caress her gently. She tried to stop Nicole's hand from clasping the belt, wanting to unbutton her pants.
"You don't have the time for that, love" she gently held her hands and then wiped a tear from her cheek.
Agrrh.... this is so difficult... I wish she had time... because I would like to hold her in my arms and take off those leggings... Who's going to wait another day...
"If you do everything we agreed upon, we could have some fun tonight..." And there were the sparkling beautiful eyes. Mila hugged her tight. How easy it is to light her up, thought Nicole. She has to help her be the best version of herself.
Nicole wrapped her arms around her sweet lover as Mila excitedly started talking: "I will! You'll see! I'll do everything! First, I'll..."And just like a kid she continued to recite her plan how she would manage everything...
NIcole and Mila 1 / the warning spanking
Nicole was standing by the bed watching Mila sleep peacefully although she had heard her postpone the alarm at least four times!!! Since their playful spanking and the agreement about discipline there had been couple of opportunities for a spanking, but she thought it would be the best to start slowly since Mila had never been spanked before, not even as a child and had never really had any true authority figures in her life. So far she obeyed when Nicole put on a strict face but there was a playful note to her obeying, mostly she was trying out an obedient/pout/cute look. When it came to her bad habits, she was whining and lacking determination. Nicole new Mila would be late for her job interview if she didn't get up immediately.
"Mila!" She took off her blanket and slapped her pretty hard on those cotton panties.
"Ouch" Her eyes opened, she was wide awake.
"Why did you spank me?"
Nicole almost laughed out loud. Spanked her!!! She really is clueless!
"You snoozed at least four times! That's forty minutes!!! And now you don't have time to do everything you're supposed to in order to be poised for the meeting. The next time you press the snooze, you're getting a real spanking." She could see Mila's defenses rising, and her expression was bordering on pouting mixed with anger. Looking at her was starting to make Nicole angry as well. "I want to see you downstairs and ready in 15 minutes."
When she saw that Mila wasn't coming down, she went up to the bedroom and found her in her panties and bra sitting on the bed hitting her thighs with fists, crying. Pants, shirt and a dress were carelessly thrown on the bed beside her. Although she didn't stand tantrums, her first reaction was a desire to hold her and calm her down.
"Mila, honey...?" She had never seen her that vulnerable and true to her inner brat before... so ... truly her with all her issues out in the open...
"I hate these faaaaaaaaaaat....agh... I am not going! I hate myself!" she said and hit her thigh again.
OK, that's it... the kid needed help.
"Get up"
"Why?" Mila raised her teary eyes completely unaware of what was awaiting her. "Just look at me! I can't go to th... what...what are you doing?" It started dawning on her when Nicole grabbed her upper arm and began pulling her over the knees.
"No, nonono.. No, you can't now... Nic... ?? ouch ouch.. ou,... hey... ouuchhh Nic... ou Niïiic... ?"
She spanked fast but not too hard.
"Stop slap whining slap... and slap stop slap slap slap being such a brat slap slap slap... You are slap slap behaving like a toddler..."Nic made the slaps harder and the brat began to realize just what she got herself into.
".. ouuuu.... Niiiiic....?"
After about another two dozens of slaps Mila spoke again, but this time in a cutest, tamest of voices, like a kid telling her Mommy that she had a bo-bo..."But... Nic.. it really... hurts..." It melted Nicole's heart and she had to use all of her will power not to stop and hug her. She slowed down the spanking emphasizing each word with a not too hard a spank to the already peachy bottom.
"Sweetie, this is a punishment. It has to hurt. You have to remember not to behave like that again. And not to snooze your alarm again!!!" She finished off with couple of even harder ones because the snoozing was a horrible habit. It made Mila start wailing and kicking. Which earned her another dozen on the thighs.
Although she was well aware that she was being lenient, Nicole stopped and put her hand on Mila's back.
"Do you know why you got the spanking?"
"Bee-cause I ... was behaving like a ... toddler and... because I didn't get up on time..." For couple of moments the silence was broken only by Mila's quiet sobbing. Nicole wanted to stroke Mila's beautiful hair.
"Get up, now, sweetie. You have to get ready..."
As she was getting up Mila's eyes widened in surprise.
"I have to go! After this?!" her lips curled again. "Aren't you supposed to hug me after this?!"
Nicole got up, unable to hide the smile and held Mila tightly, softly whispering.
"You obviously haven't had enough... but now you have to go." She made her point with a spank on that rosy bottom. And turned to figure out which outfit would be the best for her sweet little brat, although she wished she could just pull her onto the bed...
***
The whole day Nicole was thinking about the evening. She was excited about a play spanking, but she also vividly remembered their first conversation about discipline and how much Mila wanted to improve. She started thinking about asking Mila to move in and made all sorts of plans.
She made a light all-vegetables dinner because one of Mila's goals was to eat healthier and lose some weight. Although she didn't mind that extra bit on her bottom and thighs it was painfully obvious how much Mila hated that fat, but also how undisciplined she was when it came to dieting.
Doorbell rang and she was surprised to see that Mila got her a beautiful red rose.
"I am sorry for being a brat today..." Oh, those sweet deep eyes. They kissed and held each other tightly, both thinking about skipping dinner and going to play a little bit.
****
Mila was hoping that they would just enjoy the newly deepened relationship and not go back to talking about her behavior. She was trying to be angelic. Washed the dishes, poured the wine, made sure Nicole had enough cushions behind her back when they went to the living room.
Nic was enjoying the little show, the perfumed skin and hair, close to her face when she was being made comfortable; the uneasy, half-expecting glances of her cute brat, ... but she knew they had to talk seriously before the love-making.
"Sweetie, we have to talk now... "
"Can't we just cuddle?" Mila tried the smile which she knew made her dimples visible. When she saw that it wasn't working she blurted out: "You're not going to spank me again, are you? I will not snooze and I will not have the tantrums, I promise, Nic..."
"Love, I know you will... and you do too, so we have to talk about what will happen when you do..." She saw her words were making the brat angry.
"You don't believe I can change... " she was pouting, and Nic's palm started tingling already.
"Yes, I do. I just think you will need a little bit of help." They both knew she was right, but Mila was still struggling with acknowledging it. "That is why, we will start with the snoozing"
Barely letting her finish Mila jumped in:
"But, that's not fair!! When I am asleep I don't have control over my actions!!! Sometimes I am not even aware of what I am doing!!!"
"OK, so what would you like to start with... a healthier life style? What you eat and how much you exercise? No? How much TV you watch? Brushing up on your skills?"
Mila felt tired. Overwhelmingly tired. Snoozing looked easier compared to all of the other changes.
"You were right, I could start with the snoozing..."
"Ok, so, if you snooze, you get a hand and brush spanking. No more warnings. Deal?"
"...ok..." she didn't sound too happy about the prospects but figured, that she only has to obey when she sleeps over. When she is at home, she could do whatever she wanted. She laid her head on Nicoles breasts. She could feel her heart beating. She loved her more than anyone else before. Was it too early to tell her that?
OK, that's it... the kid needed help.
"Get up"
"Why?" Mila raised her teary eyes completely unaware of what was awaiting her. "Just look at me! I can't go to th... what...what are you doing?" It started dawning on her when Nicole grabbed her upper arm and began pulling her over the knees.
"No, nonono.. No, you can't now... Nic... ?? ouch ouch.. ou,... hey... ouuchhh Nic... ou Niïiic... ?"
She spanked fast but not too hard.
"Stop slap whining slap... and slap stop slap slap slap being such a brat slap slap slap... You are slap slap behaving like a toddler..."Nic made the slaps harder and the brat began to realize just what she got herself into.
".. ouuuu.... Niiiiic....?"
After about another two dozens of slaps Mila spoke again, but this time in a cutest, tamest of voices, like a kid telling her Mommy that she had a bo-bo..."But... Nic.. it really... hurts..." It melted Nicole's heart and she had to use all of her will power not to stop and hug her. She slowed down the spanking emphasizing each word with a not too hard a spank to the already peachy bottom.
"Sweetie, this is a punishment. It has to hurt. You have to remember not to behave like that again. And not to snooze your alarm again!!!" She finished off with couple of even harder ones because the snoozing was a horrible habit. It made Mila start wailing and kicking. Which earned her another dozen on the thighs.
Although she was well aware that she was being lenient, Nicole stopped and put her hand on Mila's back.
"Do you know why you got the spanking?"
"Bee-cause I ... was behaving like a ... toddler and... because I didn't get up on time..." For couple of moments the silence was broken only by Mila's quiet sobbing. Nicole wanted to stroke Mila's beautiful hair.
"Get up, now, sweetie. You have to get ready..."
As she was getting up Mila's eyes widened in surprise.
"I have to go! After this?!" her lips curled again. "Aren't you supposed to hug me after this?!"
Nicole got up, unable to hide the smile and held Mila tightly, softly whispering.
"You obviously haven't had enough... but now you have to go." She made her point with a spank on that rosy bottom. And turned to figure out which outfit would be the best for her sweet little brat, although she wished she could just pull her onto the bed...
***
The whole day Nicole was thinking about the evening. She was excited about a play spanking, but she also vividly remembered their first conversation about discipline and how much Mila wanted to improve. She started thinking about asking Mila to move in and made all sorts of plans.
She made a light all-vegetables dinner because one of Mila's goals was to eat healthier and lose some weight. Although she didn't mind that extra bit on her bottom and thighs it was painfully obvious how much Mila hated that fat, but also how undisciplined she was when it came to dieting.
Doorbell rang and she was surprised to see that Mila got her a beautiful red rose.
"I am sorry for being a brat today..." Oh, those sweet deep eyes. They kissed and held each other tightly, both thinking about skipping dinner and going to play a little bit.
****
Mila was hoping that they would just enjoy the newly deepened relationship and not go back to talking about her behavior. She was trying to be angelic. Washed the dishes, poured the wine, made sure Nicole had enough cushions behind her back when they went to the living room.
Nic was enjoying the little show, the perfumed skin and hair, close to her face when she was being made comfortable; the uneasy, half-expecting glances of her cute brat, ... but she knew they had to talk seriously before the love-making.
"Sweetie, we have to talk now... "
"Can't we just cuddle?" Mila tried the smile which she knew made her dimples visible. When she saw that it wasn't working she blurted out: "You're not going to spank me again, are you? I will not snooze and I will not have the tantrums, I promise, Nic..."
"Love, I know you will... and you do too, so we have to talk about what will happen when you do..." She saw her words were making the brat angry.
"You don't believe I can change... " she was pouting, and Nic's palm started tingling already.
"Yes, I do. I just think you will need a little bit of help." They both knew she was right, but Mila was still struggling with acknowledging it. "That is why, we will start with the snoozing"
Barely letting her finish Mila jumped in:
"But, that's not fair!! When I am asleep I don't have control over my actions!!! Sometimes I am not even aware of what I am doing!!!"
"OK, so what would you like to start with... a healthier life style? What you eat and how much you exercise? No? How much TV you watch? Brushing up on your skills?"
Mila felt tired. Overwhelmingly tired. Snoozing looked easier compared to all of the other changes.
"You were right, I could start with the snoozing..."
"Ok, so, if you snooze, you get a hand and brush spanking. No more warnings. Deal?"
"...ok..." she didn't sound too happy about the prospects but figured, that she only has to obey when she sleeps over. When she is at home, she could do whatever she wanted. She laid her head on Nicoles breasts. She could feel her heart beating. She loved her more than anyone else before. Was it too early to tell her that?
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