Cassie's New Plan(26)

“I was stupid. I’m sorry…OWW!”she screamed again, arching her back to try to escape the terrible, white-hot blaze left on her backside by the paddle. Another stroke followed before she had a chance to catch her breath.

“Good. That was only four. Ask me for another. Then thank me for loving you enough to punish you for your foolishness,”Rob said gently.

Cassie's head touched the back on the chair, her tears pooling on the wooden seat. How did she get herself into this situation? Remorse filled her. She knew it was due to her own rebellious and senseless actions that she had ended up in this position. Still, she could not find the ability to be THANKFUL for this treatment!

“Please, Robby... No more. I’m begging you!”she pleaded for mercy.

“Obey me, Cass. You promised. You said trust meant keeping a promise, even when it hurts. I know you won’t believe it right now but it hurts me to have to spank you, but I promised I would. You would not respect me if I abandoned my word now, would you?”

Cassie groaned, appalled that he actually used her own words from her essay against her! He waited. He had all the time in the world and the booming storm outside simply added the measure of darkness and foreboding needed to get her to take him seriously.

“Please, Rob…may I have another?”she gulped.

“Yes, you may. I want you to call me Robby or Sir, especially when you are being punished. I like it. Maybe, one day, you’ll even call me Master,”he said, pulling his strong his arm back and aiming for the tender, soft flesh of her upper thighs. Cassie yelled out at the same time as the thunder boomed.

She fought to breathe, her bottom and thighs felt like she had just sat on a bed of coals. Her throat ached from crying and her eyes stung with tears. She knew there was no possible way she could take any more of this. She also knew she could not stop him. They were in the middle of nowhere, far away from her home.

“Well, darling? I’m waiting.”

“Thank you for loving me enough to punish me... Robby,”she groaned, wishing desperately for a tissue as well as a sudden break in by the FBI to rescue her. No, maybe not... That WOULD be humiliating.

“That wasn't so hard, now was it?”

“N-no, sir.”

There was silence.

“Please, Robby, may I have another?”she whimpered.

“No, you may not. You did well, Cassie-girl. Come to me,”Rob said, holding out his arms. She flung herself into his embrace, her face pressed against his shirt. His own heart pounded in his chest as he held her naked body against him, the scent of her hair filled his nose while her tears flooded from her eyes, drenching his shirt.

“You’re a good girl. I know that was hard, but I’m proud of you. It’s chilly, so I’m going to allow you to get dressed. Go blow your nose and let’s enjoy the storm, ok? I’ll be in the kitchen, making hot cocoa.”

“Robby?”

“Yes, Baby?”

“Will you…”She hesitated. “Will you dress me?”

“Of course I will.”Rob smiled. She was falling naturally into the role without even knowing it. He gently pulled her sweater over her head, sans bra, and had her hold his broad shoulders as she stepped into her panties and jeans. She winced painfully as he secured them over her hips and patted her aching bottom.

“Sit on the bed and let me put your sneakers and socks on you.”

“It hurts.”

“Sit,”he ordered. She grimaced as she slowly obeyed, still amazed at the gentleness he displayed as he dressed her. She knew that, despite her tender hind end, her love for him was starting to grow even deeper as he performed this simple act of caring. With a kiss, he went downstairs to make the hot cocoa.

Cassie watched him leave, suddenly feeling thrown off. What did he mean when he said he would own her and that she was his possession? And making her ask for more and then thanking him for it! Was he one of those sadistic sickos that got off on brutalizing women for his own demented pleasure? Rob could be a total prick, but she had never believed him to be like that!

Her self-protection mechanism took over and anger started to light inside her. In a matter of minutes, any remorse about her own actions suddenly dissipated. She would get to the bottom of this, no matter the cost! There was no chance in hell that she would allow him to make her into a personal punching bag.





Chapter Six





Cassie painfully hobbled downstairs, running her hand along the smooth wooden rail. How could someone be so beautifully artistic yet so inflexible?

“Cass? I’m on the patio.” She heard Rob’s voice from the back of the house. She followed the hallway and paused. He hadn’t shown her this part of his home. It was an enclosed patio with windows on all three sides. Trees framed the room and there was an unobstructed view of the lake. Two mugs of steaming hot cocoa sat on the table, complete with marshmallows.