That First Hard Spanking
He cupped her cheek with a large hand, his thumb wiping tears - his other hand on the back of her head.
She leaned into him... unsure... but seeking the sanctuary of his arms, his chest warm against her breasts as she clutched the collar of his T-shirt. Her body shook a little and tears were soaking his shoulder as well as the palm cupping the curve of her jaw.
"Shhh, bambina," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "It's over and I love you. Ti amo. I love you."
"Why did you do that?" she asked, looking up at him as she gulped air and unexpectedly hiccuped when she swallowed.
"This is what I'm going to do whenever you forget to take care of yourself."
"You'll spank me?"
"Si, I'll spank you."
"You never did that before... you've always spanked... sweetly... differently... not like... This is much harder than when we're making love."
"I know," he replied, his tone muted as he reached down to cup her sore bottom, rubbing the chastened cheeks with a gentle hand, the same hand that had caused the tears. Lifting her onto his chest, he lay down with her in his arms. "This is what you can expect if you don't take care of yourself, Spencer."
"I don't like this..." she whimpered. "That hurt. Don't do it again."
"I'll do it as many times as I have to, bella," his words a warm breath in her hair. "You'll take care of yourself, eat right, get enough rest and..."
"No!" she objected, trying to squirm out of his arms. "You will *not* do this again!"
"Yes, I will," he said calmly, ignoring her protests and gently kneading her bare bottom. "You'll behave or I'll..."
"Behave?" Jerking out of his arms, she sat up, scooted back and straddled his legs. "Behave? Who the hell do you think you are? What do you think...?"
"I think you need another reminder of what I mean," he said sternly, giving her a look he generally reserved for insubordinate behavior from those under his command. He caught her just as she slid off the bed and gently, pulled her back into his arms.
"Let me go! I will *not* tolerate this!"
"And I will not tolerate your being sick if it was caused by your own neglect."
"It's *my* body!" she told him in a huff.
"Your body is mine as well," he reminded her as he turned her onto her back. "When you promised to love, honor and obey me, you gave me your body as well as your heart, mia dolce."
"I did not promise to love, honor and obey. I promised to love, honor and cherish."
"Do you cherish me, bambina?"
"You know I do," she said softly, her eyes filling at the thought that he might doubt her love.
"Then why would you hurt me by neglecting your health? If you cherish me, you don't want to make me ache knowing you're not well and if you allow yourself to get run down, get sick, because..."
"I do not belong to you, JC. I belong to me."
"You *do* belong to me, Spence," his words clear and evenly spaced, his tone firm, brooking no argument. "When I promised to love, honor and cherish you, I also vowed to keep you from harm. If that means I have to make sure you do not harm yourself, I will. And if that means spanking you to remind you to take care of yourself, I will spank you."
"Yes, bambina, I will."
"I'll leave you..." she sputtered. "I'll tell everyone you beat me... I'll..."
"I'll spank you and love you..." he said softly as he looked at the woman who held his heart. "...And spank you and love you again, and if I have to chain you to my side, I'll do that, too," he promised, his lips rubbing her forehead, dropping kisses on her skin.
"You're a piss ant!" she growled, turning her face away from his mouth.
"I am," he agreed, capturing her face with both hands, kissing her eyelids, the tip of her nose and settling his mouth against her throat.
"And you're a bully, too!"
"And you're not spanking me like that again!" she said, not intimidated by his size, pushing his face away from her neck.
"I *will* spank you like that again," he said calmly, holding her shoulders and dipping his head to mark her throat with his teeth... gentle nips that made her shiver despite her ire. "And again... and again, cara mia... as often as you need it."
Spencer didn't argue further. When he loosened his hold on her, she turned away from him, presenting her back. The spanking had stunned her. It wasn't that it was unnecessarily harsh but it was the first time he had spanked her to the point of pain; the previous spankings had been foreplay... pleasure. This one had hurt and she had to reconcile his words with his actions. He said he'd spank her like that again if she didn't take better care of herself, but she was used to making her own choices, her own decisions, detrimental or not... How could she remain independent when he imposed his will? Would he just spank her for neglecting her health or would he start spanking her for anything that bothered him? She was torn between his promise and her love for him.
He lay behind her, holding her in a loose embrace, his mouth nuzzling the back of her neck. He touched her with ease... and gently... as loving and as tenderly as he could... trying to reassure her of his love. He knew her mind was in turmoil... simple thoughts and not-so-simple emotions warring with each other over this first harsh spanking. He sighed inwardly... Spencer was less than half his size... and while he could barely feel the heat of her chastised bottom against him, he still hoped he hadn't spanked her too hard.
His hands cupped her breasts, light caressing strokes... easing his palms under them... teasing an erogenous zone. He wanted her. One hand slid over the silk of her stomach, over her mound, seeking the moist heat between her thighs.
She pushed his hands away.
He put them back.
She pushed them away again. He put them back and tightened his hold on her.
"Talk to me, Spence," he murmured.
"Go to hell," she said softly, not willing to concede.
"I'll be in hell," he said just as softly, pulling her back against him, turning her slightly so he could look in her eyes. "I'll be in hell if you get sick. I'll be in hell if anything happens to you. Living without you... would be hell, dolcezza, absolute hell. The thought of you ailing... it hurts more than I can say. The thought of losing you... not ever being able to touch you, hold you, kiss you, make love to you... unbearable, cara mia, totally unbearable... hell."
"Why now?" she asked. "We've been married almost a year. Why now?"
"I tried to ignore... tell you with words how worried I was... it wasn't enough. When you get too thin... when you get dark circles under your eyes... when you run too many miles... I can't let you run yourself down... so I'm spanking you."
"But it hurts... it's punishment. It's..."
"It's supposed to hurt, bella. I want you to remember I'll spank you if you neglect your health. It will hurt every time and if you remember the pain, maybe you'll take better care..."
"You're *not* doing this again," she spat at him. "I'm twenty years old! I'm an adult! You're *not* doing this again!"
"Yes, I am," he said softly and turning her, pulled her to her knees with her back against his chest. He parted her thighs, one arm around her, his hand cupping her sex. "I'll spank you," he hummed in her ear and then nipped the back of her neck, pushing into her moist heat, "and I'll kiss all your hurting parts and here... where you love me..." His hand rubbed... stroked... teased the silk petals. "I'll spank you and love you and..."
"You have no right making love to me when you've hurt me," she said indignantly and then gasped as she tried to catch a breath... his fingers teasing the sensitive hood of her rosy nub... his hips thrusting forward... his thick need filling her again.
"Do you want me to stop?" his voice deceptively low, his hips stilled in mid-thrust.
"You're a big bully!"
"I know," he smiled at her petulance, thrusting again. "Should I stop?"
"I'm going to get even!" she swore as she gulped air, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.
"Counting on it," he murmured, gently spanking her sex the way he did in foreplay. When she finally collapsed back against his chest, he cupped her moist heat, his other arm around her... under her breasts... pulling her tightly against him. He thrust quickly and deeply... breathing heavily... achieving his own release.
"Are you okay, mia piccola my little one?" he asked, his body spooned around hers as they caught their breath. "Did I love you too hard?"
"Sore," she mumbled. "Your fault, too."
"My fault?" he chuckled, hugging her tight.
"You beat me."
"No, I didn't," he laughed softly, between breaths. "I spanked you and I made love to you and I can't wait to do it again," he murmured huskily, sucking her ear lobe between his lips and nipping it gently.
"You spanked me too hard," she complained, turning her head, "and I'm sore."
"Are you sore here, too?" he asked as he stroked her sex.
"Yes," she admitted, trying to pull his hand away, stubborn as always.
"Don't fight me, bambina," he whispered. "Li desidero in miei bracci. I want you in my arms. I'm always going to spank you, Spencer... sweetly when we make love... harder if you don't take care of yourself," he reminded her. "And always... I'll kiss away the pain... make love to you... I'll always make love to you. Gonna love you again... later tonight," he promised. "Gonna keep you sore... so sweetly sore... from my loving."
"No," she said without thinking. "Too sore... you made me too sore."
"Gonna keep you that way, Spence. Gonna keep you sore and aching for my touch for the rest of our lives. You're my life, bambina, mia amore, mia gioia, mia vita, my love, my joy, my life.
"You're not spanking me like that again," she protested vehemently as he turned her over his knees once again.
"Shhhh, my love. I'm not going to spank you," he replied, settling her smaller body across his lap. Reaching over to the nightstand, he opened the drawer and coated his hand with a soothing lotion for her warmed cheeks. "I'm going to rub some lotion into your skin, dolce. It will help take the heat away, cool you..."
Spencer's body stiffened at his words and he rubbed her back with his other hand, trying to calm her. "How dare you!" she snapped, twisting violently until she was off his lap and on her knees facing him across the bed. "How dare you! That lotion has *never* been in that drawer! You *put* it there! You put it there knowing full well that you were going to spank me so hard I would need it! You planned this!" Outraged at his actions, she sputtered her words. "I thought it was spur of the moment... spontaneous... but you *knew* you were going to spank me like this! You knew you were going to hurt me on purpose! How could you?"
"Very easily," he said calmly and despite her protests and attempts at evading him, he pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, and cradled her quivering body to his chest.
"You did this on purpose," she accused as the tears welled up. She was physically spent from the spanking and their subsequent lovemaking, and now, emotionally drained at this turn of events.
"Ti amo bene, ti amo molto. I love you so much I can't bear the thought that you might fall ill," he explained, rocking her, his heart heavy as he felt her agitation. "If you became ill and I had done nothing to stop your actions, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. Spencer," he said softly. "Look at me, baby."
Shaking her head, she ducked it under his chin. The tears were flowing and she had to concentrate on breathing before she could speak.
"It's true," he admitted, smoothing her hair, talking softly. "I knew I was going to spank you today. I put the lotion in the drawer yesterday... It was just a matter of time before I...
"I... I don't want you to... to do this," she stuttered, interrupting him, her fingers clutching the fabric of his T-shirt.
"I know you don't," he said, his voice filled with regret that he had caused her pain.
"You're going to do it anyway, aren't you?"
"Si. If you need a reminder or..."
"Or what?" she asked, her face turned into his chest, the feel of his hand on her back comforting despite his words.
"Or if I see you do something that could lead to the detriment of your health..." he added quietly, unwilling to lie to her.
"This isn't the only time, is it?" she asked, her voice slipping away as her mind tried to grasp a lifetime that might hold harsh spankings with the man she loved or a life empty of him completely.
"Afraid not, bambina," he murmured, kissing her brow. "I'm fairly certain there are more sound spankings in your future."
"You're going to spank me like a child," she stated simply. "Make me stand in a corner, too?"
"No, Spencer. You're not a child and I won't treat you like one. I'm going to spank the woman you are... firmly, swiftly, and soundly. Afterwards, I'll kiss away the pain while I remind you why you were spanked. Then I'll make love to the woman you are... my love, my joy, my life.
"Will it happen often?"
"As often as you need it, no more, no less."
"That's not the answer I want," her independent streak rising, stubbornness at its finest.
"Depends on you, piccola. You take good care of you... no spanking. You neglect you... I'll give you a sound reminder. It's that simple."
"What about you? Is this one-way... who spanks you if you don't take care of you?"
"You can spank me," he laughed softly, "if you can catch me and hold me down. Is that fair?"
She glared at him. They both knew that was impossible but his words bore fruit... an idea was born... a way out... She didn't have to go willingly... over his knee... just because he said so. He'd have to chase her and catch her and...
His grin faded as he saw a sparkle light her eyes, wondering what mischief she was planning. It wasn't like her to remain silent when a gauntlet had been thrown down. Leave it to Spencer to see lemons and make lemonade...
"What are you thinking, mia adore?" he asked with an arched brow.
"That you're lucky I love you so much," she answered, pulling on his T-shirt so she could wipe her eyes and nose. "You're very, very lucky I'm willing to let you try to have your way."
"Let me have my way?" He was incredulous. "Let me try? Birbantella! You little imp!"
Grabbing her around the waist, he held onto her as he dropped back to the bed, her body on top of his, straddling him. He was about to land a firm swat on her already chastened cheeks when she leaned over him and cupped his face.
"Kiss me, JC," she ordered in a commanding voice, turning the tables on him. "Then take your T-shirt off. Be quick about it," she added. "I want you totally naked underneath me."
One side of his mouth curved up in a grin. His birbantella... his adore was beautifully naked on top of him... her sweet tush a nice deep shade of pink... Her full round breasts hovered close enough to kiss... she was making demands... he was going to let her fulfill them... then he was going to spank her again... love her again... They had been married less than a year... the future loomed bright...
Indeed, he was a lucky man.