Snippets Twenty Five...
Cupping her cheek with his palm, he bent his head to kiss her brow and then the tears that lingered on her lashes.
"Bambina," he murmured.
Spencer turned her head in her sleep, one side of her face buried in the crook of his arm, a fist under her chin and her body curled into his. A small whimper escaped between her lips, making him sigh at her distress.
This wasn't going to be easy; she had made demands he had no intention of honoring.
They hadn't been married long - less than two years - and JC had once again spanked Spencer for neglecting her health. He had admonished her about her diet, warning her that she needed to eat healthier. He wanted her to exercise less and sleep more. But Spencer was high-energy and though she took medication to lower her metabolism, she needed to burn the rest of the excess energy she had and continued to live her life in double time. Ironically, she had a healthy appetite but according to her husband, an unhealthy diet. At day's end when she had exhausted herself and was tucked into his arms, he noticed how tired she was and the smudges under her eyes that gave evidence of her lack of rest.
He was going to spank those bad habits out of her.
"Piss-ant," she muttered, opening her eyes briefly, yawning and falling asleep again.
"That's me," he agreed, bending his head to kiss her flushed face. "Piss-ant and bully and bossy and so in love with you, bambina," he murmured as he lifted her higher on his chest. "And you are going to be well spanked as well as well loved when you're fully awake again."
She woke at 2 A.M., her stomach growling and her head woozy. JC's arm around her waist kept her from getting up and she tried to wiggle under it so she could get out of bed.
"Go back to sleep, Spence."
"I'll fix you something; stay here," he said as he rose and padded out of the room.
"No, I'll fix something. You go back to bed," she offered, rushing past him to hurry down the stairs.
He grabbed her arm.
She kicked him with her bare foot.
He delivered a firm swat to the seat of the problem.
She kicked him again and managed to straddle the banister, sliding all the way down.
He muttered something unintelligible about imps and followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. He stood sentinel with his arms folded across his chest while she rummaged around in the refrigerator and then in the freezer.
When she reached for the ice cream that she intended to eat over a large double-decker brownie, he uttered one word:
"Don't get your knickers in a knot," she sassed. "I'm going to pour a glass of milk; that's healthy."
"You want some?" she asked as she swallowed a spoonful of ice cream.
"Yeah," he said too softly... and reached for her.
"You curse me, defy me, kick me, and you think I should ignore these acts of insubordination?" he growled as he circled the island counter, stalking her. "You think there is no recourse for your actions? You think I won't retaliate? You think...?"
"Whoa! Just hold your horses and don't come a step closer," Spencer yelled, pointing the spoon at him and backing away at the same time. "I'm not one of your kiss-ass subordinates that sucks up to you, mister! I don't earn demerits and I don't go to the brig. You're not on one of your damn ships. This is your wife, Mr. Commanding Officer! I don't take orders!"
And then he froze in place, the slight twitching of his lips the only telltale sign he had heard her words but his hands clenched into fists and he ground his teeth... in an effort not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
"I'm having a brownie and ice cream," Spencer announced as if nothing untoward had just occurred. "And a glass of milk," she added, keeping her distance from the six feet - five inches and 235 lbs. of possible doom standing on the other side of the counter.
"Give me a bite," he said when she sat on one of the island stools.
"I'm not sure I want to share anything with you right now."
"It's in your best interests," he warned, his voice calm but the message implicit.
"You're making me nervous."
"I'm going to do more than that... any second now."
"Okay, you can have a bite," she decided and thrust the spoon across the island.
He grabbed it... and her wrist... and held on as he walked around the small space and with his other arm, he pulled her off the stool and sat on it with Spencer on his lap. The ice cream dribbled down her arm.
He licked it, his tongue hot and then cold on the underside of her arm, his eyes filled with that look of lust and dominant possession she recognized.
She was doomed... and she was going to be spanked... She'd fight him and yell and curse and be angry and then, he'd probably love her senseless... She'd fall asleep exhausted from everything that occurred and in the morning she'd tell him he was a piss-ant and he'd agree.
He kissed her between bites, the ice cream melting quickly, the brownie mostly forgotten. The milk went ignored and in mere moments, he had her back upstairs and in their bed and she was draped across his lap, his hand descending rapidly until she gasped for breath. And then he was loving her, making her gasp once again and nothing else in the world mattered.
Before she drifted off, he said he was going to spank her in the morning and love her again and if she uttered one word of complaint, he'd spank her again. She wanted to know if he'd love her a second time and he said he probably would.
And he did... and he did again...
That evening she complained again.
"I didn't agree to this spanking business when I signed onto this wagon train," she told him. "And I'll fight you every inch of the way."
"Uh huh," he murmured as he pulled her slacks off, intent on kneading the bottom he was about to warm once again, but gently this time.
"And if you don't stop, I'll... I'll leave you," she said.
"I'll find you."
"I'll wait till you're at sea and then I'll go. You'll never find me."
"If I have to leave my command to go after you..." the words spoken softly, his arms tightening around her. "I'll spank you wherever I find you - in front of God and company - on the deck of my ship if I have to. I'll blister your little butt and then I'll..."
"No, you won't," Spencer said with great confidence and snaked a hand inside his trousers to fondle him.
"You won't leave me," he said firmly as if he were barking an order.
"I won't leave you," she agreed. "I can't leave you."
"Can't resist your kisses," she smiled, snuggling deeper into his chest. "Can't do without your loving, squidlet. You hold my heart."
"Did I mention I'm going to spank you and love you for the rest of our lives?" he asked as his smile covered hers.
Her response was lost in his kiss, her body wrapped in his embrace.