All I Need to Know
He flew into the house, his raging anger preceding him as he stormed through the door. She jumped, startled to see him home so early and immediately knew... he knew what she had done.
She literally flew across the room when she saw his face but he caught her, yanking her hard against his body, her back to his chest and pushed her... stumbling... against the wall. His breath was harsh in her ear and hot... searing her. His hand swung back... high... and delivered a hard swat to her jeans clad behind. He swung again... and again... and then leaned on her shaking form.
"I warned you," he said with a hint of menace. "I told you not to do that again." Nipping the back of her neck, he was barely able to keep his rage in control. "What will it take to make you learn? Must I beat it into you?"
She bit her lip, trying desperately to remain still, certain if she moved he'd lose all control.
"Answer me!" he suddenly yelled, and pulled her away from the wall. He marched... pushed... her into the bedroom, one hand on her shoulder, the other firmly attached to her bottom cheeks.
"I couldn't help it," she said softly. "It was there. I had to... to..." her words stumbling along with her feet as he pushed her onto the bed.
"You didn't have to," he said sharply, yanking her jeans and panties off so swiftly, she choked on her breath.
"I did," she protested softly. "You left it there... you purposely tempted me. I couldn't resist." Her verbal defense was lost on him as he roughly pulled her across his lap and then having second thoughts, pulled her upright to look at her tear-stained face.
"You're going to go stand in that corner," he pointed, spacing every word. "Until I can breathe normally... until my anger is under control... until I can reason with you... with my hand... and not my rage. Go," he pointed again, making her stand.
She stood and turned, then ran out of the room.
"Emma!" he shouted, going after her. "Don't make it worse than it is."
"I can't stand in that corner," she sobbed when he caught her. "I can't do that."
"You can," he said grimly, "and you will."
He landed a hard swat on her bare bottom as he pushed her into that corner, very aware that her entire body was shaking.
"I can't," she cried, sinking to the floor.
"You can," he murmured, picking her back up and holding her in place, his own body shaking slightly as well.
"I'll hold you," he whispered as his arms tightened around her, his heart beginning a slow ache at her fear. "We'll hold each other..."
"Jesse..." she pleaded. "I didn't mean to..."
"I didn't put it there to tempt you," he said with a tinge of regret. "I put it there to... it doesn't matter why. I told you not to do that again."
"I'm sorry, Jesse. I'll try to resist. Put it there again... Please? I'll leave it alone."
"I know you won't do it again, bratapple," he said softly as he kissed her brow. "I'm going to make sure of it, this time."
"Don't say another word, Em," he warned, an arm around her waist as he led her to the bed. "Not one word."
She was barely over his knee when his hand came down - hard and swift - the spanks stinging her pale cheeks, the burn searing into her. The spanks were fast... furious... and painful. She gasped with every halting breath and took what he dished out, knowing full well she had made him angry by her actions.
It wasn't that she had done anything bad... it wasn't that she had lied or deceived him... she had simply bitten off more than he wanted her to chew. He had stated his disappointment the first time she had succumbed to temptation... she knew better. But she was an independent spirit, a woman who knew her own mind, and a woman who wasn't used to obedience... or obeisance.
Well, that was going to change... He was determined to change the way she thought and felt and acted when it came to him... to his needs... It was time she thought first... he had taken as much as he was going to take... he wasn't going to let her run amok... not over him. It was time she learned... that while he cared, there were limits to his patience.
His hand came down again and again and when he realized she was limp across his knees, he grew angry again. He wanted her crying and screaming bloody murder at him. He wanted her to curse and yell... he wanted a reason to keep spanking her... He wanted his mouthy brat to rail at him for what he knew she considered an unjust punishment. He pushed her off his lap and onto the bed, stripping his clothes as he looked at her crimson cheeks with grim satisfaction.
Straddling her hips, he put his naked weight on her sore bottom, making her groan. "Are you hurting, my sweet brat?" he asked, bending down to nip her neck, aware her thighs were wet.
"Yes," she moaned, her breath still harsh, the tears still flowing.
"Good," he said quietly. "I want you to hurt just a little while longer. Maybe, you'll remember next time." He stretched out on her back, his body keeping her immobile while he lectured her. "Will you remember, next time I tell you not to do something, Emma?"
"Probably," she admitted, but not certain that would stop her.
"Probably?" he hissed, lifting up and giving her another hard swat. "Probably?" And then he laughed. His brat was many things, but she didn't lie. "I love you, sweet brat," he whispered, laying on her once again. "I love you to distraction."
"I know," she smiled, in spite of the pain. "It's the only reason I let you spank me."
"Let me..?" he snapped, raising up and lifting her to her knees. "Let me!" he growled, swiftly entering her moist heat. "You're damn right you let me," he swore, plunging into her, groaning when she pushed back into him. "Let me?" he grumbled as one hand balanced his weight on the bed, the other cupping her dampened folds. "Let me!" he hissed as he rubbed her raw, his hand in concert with his thrusting hips. "You're damn right you let me!" he roared, emptying into her.
"Are you okay, Em?" he asked later, when he cradled her close to his chest.
"You forgive me?" she asked with a slight yawn, a look of contentment on her face.
"I forgave you the moment I walked in the door and saw you," he whispered, kissing her sleepy face. "I knew you regretted what you had done."
"Didn't regret it," she admitted, turning in his arms. "Regretted that you caught me."
"Em..." he didn't know if he should laugh or spank her again.
"Love you, Jesse."
"How much?" he asked, his hands covering her sore bottom, gently rubbing the sting away.
"More than I'll ever let you know."
"That's all I need to know, bratapple. That's all I need to know."