But she could certainly feel it! Something long and thin – a ruler, maybe? – assailed her backside with a vengeance, the sting of which didn’t lessen with time, not one iota - in fact, just the opposite.
He swatted her so many times – and so hard – that it actually broke. That stopped him as he spent several minutes very carefully inspecting her rear to make sure that she hadn’t gotten any splinters. If she hadn’t been crying so hard, - blubbering for the first time since she was a child, Sunny would have jumped for joy at the implement’s timely demise.
She would have been celebrating prematurely, because, apparently, he had brought a whole fistful of the blasted things with him, and he proceeded to destroy each one of them in the course of teaching her this painful lesson.
When he finally stopped, Rod was panting from his efforts, and it looked like someone had massacred a handful of rulers as they lay broken and scattered where he’d flung each one before reaching for the next.
She was still over the couch, where he’d put her, as she damned well better be, panting much harder than he was and hiccoughing sobs. He hoped that helped her come to the realization that he would not tolerate being spoken to by her like that. It seemed as if they were back at square one, as if she’d forgotten everything she’d learned last night, not that he was going to let her continue to do so.
Sunny didn’t think that anything had ever hurt so badly in her life. She wasn’t a mother, so she didn’t have that kind of comparison, and she had never had surgery and was, luckily, very healthy. She’d sprained her ankle here and there, gotten tennis elbow when she’d discovered, then inevitably overindulged in the sport, but it was nothing like this.
Perhaps it was the combination of the several kinds of embarrassment that had heightened the sensations she felt every time one of those rulers landed. A lot of them – especially near the end – smacked down right over territory that had already been covered multiple times. There was always going to be a baseline of mortification at being spanked like a child. There was no way around it. But now she was also embarrassed because she’d awoken and not even considered the events of the last evening, but rather reacted absolutely frantically because she’d gotten a look at his bedside clock and realized she’d slept so long, and she knew she was expecting several important calls this morning that she absolutely could not miss.
She’d forgotten her new position, even though it was so soon after having confessed to him that she didn’t want to be released from their arrangement, too.
So she waited – arms not long enough that she could support herself on the couch cushions beneath her and legs not nearly long enough to make it to the floor, dangling there as her bottom throbbed and stung terribly, and awaiting his pleasure.
Rod, too, was having a bit of time composing himself. He didn’t usually issue such a severe spanking, especially not so early on in a relationship. But he wouldn’t back down from it; he wouldn’t apologize. He intended to hold her as closely to the bet as possible, for as long as possible. If he managed things correctly, he had hopes that this might even turn into something much longer-lived.
He hadn’t considered even just exclusivity with a woman in years, much less a far deeper commitment than mere fidelity. In the past decade, the majority of his encounters with the opposite sex had been little more than one night stands, with the occasional, rare months-long thing that always dissolved when he had to choose between his work and the woman.
Not this woman, though. He hadn’t let anyone get that close to him since he was in his early thirties, and even that had died a slow, painful death because of his obsession with his business.
He’d reached the top of his game long since, and was still a major force within the business community, but lately he’d been thinking a lot more about wanting a real relationship again, and was – to his great surprise – more than willing to put it first, ahead of his job.
He was in his forties, and all of his friends had been married at least once, if not several times more than that, and almost all of them had rug rats, too.
When he’d met Sunny, he already knew most things about her – her stellar career and savvy business moves had him wishing he’d found her first. They would have been an unbeatable pair.
They still could be, only not in the boardroom, and, after having gotten to know her over this past year, he’d become even more persuaded that he had to make her his.
Now, as he spoke to her in a calm, low voice, he kneaded her rear, both soothing and aggravating it at the same time, which was exactly his intent. His speech was frequently punctuated by her low moans and soft sobs. “I have your cell phone, your keys, and my cell in the safe in my study. I know you’re a busy lady – I’m just as busy as you are, probably even more so. But you will not be getting either of those things back until tomorrow morning, just before I send you home. No computers, no cells, for either of us. And if you lose any money because of it, you can send me the bill.”