Gonna Spank You Hard
Part Two
by sarAdora


"Where the devil did she go?" he murmured when she wasn't in their bedroom or bath, then checked the guestroom. The door was locked and when he tried to spring it, discovered she had jammed something under the knob. A chair, he thought. She pushed a chair under the knob.

"Open the door, Spence," he said softly, expecting her to comply.

She remained quiet.

"Open the door, baby. Do it now."


"Spence, I'm not going to tell you again. Open the door, now," he said firmly.There weren't any sounds on the other side of the door.

Spencer had successfully locked him out, but she had also locked herself in. She couldn't jump out of a two-story window. There was no escape. It was merely a temporary reprieve.

He waited outside the door for close to an hour and when he thought she might have gone to sleep, he placed a high ladder against the house, climbed to the window, and removed the screen. In spite of the harsh spanking she had received and the promise of more to come, he had no intention of letting her sleep alone. Willing or not, she was going to sleep in his arms.

She was a heavy sleeper and never heard him enter the room, but stirred slightly when he lifted her and took her to their bed. Spooning behind her, he fell asleep with the heat of her butt on his belly and groin.

She whimpered in her sleep, the sounds unintelligible but filled with anguish, and his heart ached a little knowing he had caused her discomfort. Gently, he rubbed her back and her sore butt and murmured soothing words and sounds. "Ti amo bambina - I love you, baby," he whispered. She quieted and slipped back into a deeper sleep with his voice in her ear.

She woke restless, her body too warm and held in a tight embrace, her butt sore and aching. Her back was to his chest, his arm around her, cupping a breast, the other behind her and between her thighs, cupping her sex. Her rear end was pushed against the inside of his arm and she squirmed, trying to free herself from his solid hold on her.

"Go back to sleep, Spence," he said softly, pulling her tighter against him. "You're not going anywhere."

"Too warm," she complained, wondering how he got into the spare room and brought her to their bed. "Let go of me."

"Hush, baby. Too early to talk. Go back to sleep."

"Have to go to the bathroom."

"No, you don't," he grinned, wondering what she would say next.

"I hate you," she hissed.

"I know," he chuckled, turning her in his arms. "Put that thought on hold for a little while. I'm going to make love to you, now."

"You're not going to spank me!" she squealed. "Not on top of..."

"No, little one," he smiled at her ire. "Those special spankings are going to have to wait for the time being. But that doesn't mean we have to wait to make love."

"Don't you dare make love to me," she growled, trying to pull away from his embrace.

"When it comes to loving you," he whispered, nuzzling her neck, "I dare anything."

Capturing her hands, he held them in one of his while his mouth sought her breasts. Adoring one, then the other, his lips teased her nipples until they were taut and she was squirming. His other hand cushioned her sore butt, rubbing it gently as his fingers roamed over the cleft, down to her warm, wet well and up again, teasing her. When she was sufficiently compliant in his arms, he sampled the nectar waiting for his tongue and then rose above her in his need.

Time stood still, the world faded, and two lovers met each other's thrusts, their bodies once again united. And when their sanity returned along with easing breaths, she remembered she was mad at him. He laughed softly at the blush on her face, knowing she hadn't wanted to be loved while her indignation was at an all-time high.

"You enjoyed it anyway, didn't you, baby?" he teased, balancing his weight on his elbows as he lay between her thighs and smiled at the woman he loved.

"I'm still mad at you," she snapped.

"Still hate me, too?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she swore, trying to push him off of her.

"May as well give you something to be mad about," he said matter-of-factly, raising up to sit on the side of the bed and pulling her across his lap.


"'Fraid so, little one. I'm going to spank you until you remember why I asked you not to spend time with Harriet."

"I'll never forgive you, JC," she threatened, trying to wiggle off his lap.

"I know," he murmured, "and I can live with that." One hand held her firmly in place, his thigh raised slightly to elevate her buttocks. "But I can't live with the thought that I almost lost you." He rubbed her butt cheeks that were still slightly warm and remained a deep shade of pink from last night's spanking. Catching a whiff of their combined juices as he bent over her, he leaned down to drop kisses on her sore cheeks. "I love you, baby," he reaffirmed, "and I'm gonna spank you hard."

She bit her lip, determined not to cry and gave up fighting, surprising him. When his hand began the slow harsh spanks, she just lay there, biting her lip and holding her breath between spanks, then breathing harshly as her body reacted to the pain. After a dozen, he paused to rub her cheeks, listened to her breathe, and wondered what she was thinking. It wasn't like her to give up so quickly.

"Spence?" he said, pulling her into his arms, "talk to me."

"Go to hell!" she hissed at him, and jumped free of his hold. "I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed.

"I know you do," he said quietly, quickly grabbing her before she could get away. "Keep telling me you hate me, baby. I know you're okay when you're talking to me."

Flipping her back across his lap, he landed the quick machine gun spray of spanks across her tender cheeks.

The spanks repeated the previous pattern, up and down and across each sore buttock, every inch a crimson red. Her body bounced with each impact, her butt so sore she began to move into subspace, the only way to absorb the pain. When he began to concentrate on her sit spots, she inhaled sharply, the only indication she was hurting. After a few minutes, he stopped and gently rubbed her red cheeks, waiting for her to calm.

She took harsh breaths when he rubbed the aloe gel into her skin, but otherwise, ignored him. Just breathing in and out was an effort; she wasn't capable of engaging her brain to comprehend his words.

Eventually, he held her on his lap, cuddling her close to his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head, his hand rubbing her back. "Why did I spank you, Spence?" he asked softly.

"Because you're a sadist," she accused between sobs, her words escaping in short jerks mixed with her irregular breathing. "You're a mean bully, too," she hiccuped, pushing a finger into his chest.

"Spence..." he murmured, rubbing his lips against her brow. "Tell me why I spanked you."

"Because you don't want me to spend time with Harriet and Mara."

"That's true, but what's the real reason why I spanked you, baby?"

"That is the reason!" she shouted, her eyes filling again.

"No, Spence. It isn't," he answered, cupping her face to kiss her tears away.

"Hate you," she sniffled as she pushed his hands away, then buried her face in his neck. "Hate you," she hiccuped once more, pulling at his shirt to wipe her nose again. "Hate you," she sobbed softly, fisting his shirt in her hand.

"I know, Kitten," he murmured, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing her back again. "I think you're going to hate me for a while, yet."

"You don't love me," she cried, the tears flowing again. "I thought you loved me."

"I do love you," he swore.

"If you really loved me," she protested. "You wouldn't keep spanking me... and for something that wasn't even my fault."

"It's because I do love you that I spank you, baby. It's because I care so much that I..."

"You don't!" she insisted as she pushed against him, trying to free herself from his embrace.

He captured her hand in his and with the other, pulled her closer to him. Her body shook a little as she curled in his arms, burrowing into his chest, her tears soaking his shirt. There was no sense trying to reason with her when she was this emotionally distraught. The only thing he could do was hold her, comfort her with his arms around her, and murmur soothing sounds until she calmed.

~ End Part Two ~

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