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  "Then you leave. I refuse to pretend there isn't chemistry between us. I refuse to deny the feelings that we have both developed for each other, even in such a short time. You can play those games, but life is too short for me to, and I don't play games. My ex played games, and look where that ended. If you don't want this, us, that is your choice. You are free to go and never look back. You hold the ball here, and you are free to stop anything further from developing. Otherwise, Addie girl, come over here. Time is ticking."

  Addie looked up at Brad then and saw that he was sitting in his large desk chair. His broad jean clad legs were spread evenly apart. His white dress shirtsleeves were rolled right above his elbow, unbuttoned as the cuff couldn't fit over his muscles, otherwise. She didn't know when he had taken off his tie, but he had. It was lying neatly on his desk. She looked into his green eyes and knew she was safe. It was a conflicting emotion, feeling safe with a man who was about to spank her, but it was there—safety. It was a calming realization, although nothing in her was calm as she took the steps toward him, toward her man and the deflowering of her butt.

  He settled her until she was standing between his legs and looked up at her. "Good girl. I'm proud of you for making the right decision."

  The words cut into her heart, carving away at some of the stone wall she had spent years building.

  "Have you ever been spanked, Addie girl?" She shook her head no. "When we are here like this and you are going to be disciplined, I expect you to respond. You will answer me with respect. The phrase you are looking for is, 'No, Sir'. Have you ever been spanked before, Addie girl?"

  "No, Sir," she whispered.

  "Good girl." She could get used to those beautiful words falling from his lips. "I am going to pull you over my lap, and you are going to put both of your hands flat on the floor. You won't cover your bottom when I spank you. If you resist during a spanking, you will simply be adding on to it. It will never behoove you to resist in any way. This includes covering your butt with your hands. Since it is your first spanking, I will allow you to keep your pants on. Next time, Addisyn, you will remove your pants before I spank you. Do you have any questions, baby?"

  Addie thought it was so sweet of him to worry about her and let her have a chance to speak. "What if someone hears us?" She worried about a passerby hearing and calling the police or something dramatic occurring.

  ""When I bought this office, I remodeled it. Patient privacy is important to me. I see patients for a wide variety of issues, including nutrition, diabetes and the like. I had this office soundproofed so that those in the waiting room couldn't hear our conversation. I never thought about it also keeping the sound of my naughty girlfriend getting her butt spanked contained, an added bonus, I'm sure. Let's get this over with."

  He guided her over his knees, and she felt their pressure under her stomach and hipbone. Her hands were flat in front of her, her head lying forward, her long hair covering her eyes. She swore her heart was beating in her stomach instead of her chest. She felt exposed, even with her jeans on. She knew her fat and imperfections were visible.

  "Why are you getting this spanking, Addie girl?" she heard Brad ask from somewhere in the distance. Crack! A hard swat landed right where her butt met her leg. It hurt, and she gasped from the stinging pain. It was nothing like she had expected.

  "Addisyn, I asked you a question," she heard Brad ask in the tone she had grown all too familiar with.

  "Ummm, because I called myself fat?" she muttered. Swat! Swat! Two more hard swats landed on the same spot. She thought his aim must be off. She had a huge butt, and he wasn't swatting it. "Ouch!" she yelled. "Your aim sucks! That isn't even my butt!" Maybe those were not the right words to shout at a man who was spanking you, she thought, a second after they left her mouth. He gave her another firm swat right in the same spot. Damn! That hurt!

  "My aim is just fine." She heard a small chuckle. "This spot happens to get attention a lot faster than the meat of your butt. How did I tell you to address me during discipline?"

  "Oh."

  "Oh. Yes, oh. You have one more try before I change my mind and remove your jeans. I want an answer, and I want a correct one. Why are you over my knee right now, little girl?"

  Addie heard 'little girl' and her belly flip flopped. The modern, career girl, Addie would have spouted something about equal rights and degradation, but in this position, with this man, it felt more like an endearment.

  "I called myself a fat, disgusting slob, Sir!" Addie hoped Brad was proud of her for addressing him correctly.

  "Do you know what I think about my girlfriend calling herself those disgusting words?" he asked. "Let me show you." Addie barely had time to register that he used the term 'girlfriend' for a second time before his palm was coming down in a steady tempo.

  Over and over again, his hand rose and fell, landing first on one cheek and then the other cheek. He kept up his rhythm, like the swinging of a pendulum, and she had no time to prepare before the next swat came down. A fire was burning in her behind and she was not prepared for it. No amount of story reading could stir her imagination enough to imagine the pain that was now spreading like butter melting on hot toast throughout her lower region.

  "It hurts!" she cried out, much like every other woman who had ever been spanked by her man.

  "It is supposed to hurt, or it wouldn't be effective." He responded to her cries without pausing in tempo. He kept it up and landed another dozen swats, and she started to really squirm.

  "Okay, okay!" Addie cried out. "I won't call myself fat again." She didn't get a response other than a chuckle.

  Brad was holding back because it was her first time, but he had spanked several women before. He knew how to read body language and knew that she wasn't even close to being sorry. He was impressed with her pain tolerance. He increased the strength and slowed the tempo. He wanted her to feel every swat. He knew that as long as she was inside her head that way, she would never see herself the way he did.

  "You are not." Addie felt the emphasis of each word with the swats falling on her poor butt. "A fat." Swat! "Disgusting." Harder swat. "Slob!"

  Addie gasped and writhed as the strength behind each swat got more and more intense.

  "And if I ever." He swatted several times, raising his hand even higher and increasing the strength behind each landed blow. "Hear you put yourself down like that again, I will bare your ass and take my belt to you. Do you understand me, little girl?"

  Addie started kicking her feet in earnest when she felt the swats move from her butt back down to that tender spot where her bottom and legs met. He was furiously raining down slap after slap on that tender skin. Just when she thought she couldn't take another one, he moved his target down and started administering punishment to the tops of her thighs.

  "Yes! Yes, Sir! I'm sorry!" she answered. Addie was having a hard time. She was biting her bottom lip as she concentrated on not lifting her hands off the ground. She desperately wanted to leave them flat and please him. She also did not think she could handle any additional punishment than what he was already doling out. It was a struggle, because her body wanted the onslaught to stop. It went against her nature to not defend herself from that which was causing her pain. Her brain and her heart said submit, and her traitorous body said fight. She, for the first time in her life, chose to submit. She stopped struggling and lay quietly across his lap then, a sense of peace flowing over her.

  "Let's make sure my lesson sticks," Brad said as he continued to spank. He spanked with determination and made sure he covered every inch of her bottom with purposeful, calculated swats. He could feel the heat radiating through her jeans.

  She instinctively started to kick her legs, even though she was trying so hard to not fight him. He quickly scooped them under his left one. Addie knew that nothing was going to detract from his lesson. It was her first spanking from him, and she knew that he was serious and meant what he said. It set the tone for things to come. He finally slowed down
and applied a few, well placed swats even lower than the tops of her thighs. Addie gasped and reared up.

  "Don't make me repeat this. I don't take lightly to not being listened to and having to repeat a lesson I already gave. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

  "Yes, Sir," she sobbed out.

  "And what exactly is it that I am saying, my Addie girl?"

  "If you have to do this again for the same reason, it'll be worse, Sir?"

  "And what is 'this', Addisyn?"

  "Sp-p-pank me for talking badly about myself," she said. She knew her mistake immediately when she felt his hand come crashing down on her thighs. Three very punishing swats. "Spank me for talking badly about myself, Sir!" she self-corrected.

  "That's right." He let her up and positioned her on his lap, her butt hanging off his left thigh. Brad gently wiped her tears away, and she felt his grip underneath her chin as he raised her face to his. Addie looked at him. "It hurts me to hear you think so lowly of yourself. You are one of the most passionate, intelligent and beautiful women I know. I wouldn't let people talk badly of my girl, and that means my girl, herself. Okay?"

  "Okay, Sir." She barely got the words out. Her heart soared with his words, even as her butt burned from his hands.

  "There are much more fun things for us to do together," Addie heard him say. "Like this." Without letting go of her chin, Brad lowered his face to hers and met her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his beard tickled against her soft skin. He capped off her first spanking with their first kiss. The pain in her lower region was shortly forgotten as his tongue mated with hers. The kiss was delicious and full of unspoken promises of things to come. Too quickly, it was over. Brad helped her steady herself before reopening his practice. After making plans on where to meet for dinner that night, he walked her to her car and kissed her goodbye. Addie considered taking the rest of the day off, for mental health reasons, of course. She squirmed in her seat as she headed back to work, wishing she didn't have to sit on the hard, wooden courtroom bench for the rest of the afternoon. She was really curious as to what type of conversation they would have at dinner. She wondered exactly how much control he would want over her.

  Chapter 5

  Brad picked Addie up from work, a few hours later, and they went to dinner. They talked about what had occurred earlier in the day. She confessed to him that she had been reading spanking novels for years, and Brad chuckled.

  He confessed that he was testing her reaction with the first mention of spanking and reading her reactions ever since and had been pretty damn confident that his decision to spank her was the right one. From the moment she had submitted to his discipline in the office, they were officially an item. That night, Brad laid down a few ground rules in their relationship.

  "I have to admit, Brad, I am really nervous about what kind of dominant you are," Addie said and noticed that Brad raised his eyebrows.

  "Dominant? How many of those books have you read?" he asked with a chuckle

  "A lot. I know there is a difference between a Master/slave and a Dominant/submissive relationship, as well as what domestic discipline is."

  "What is it that you would like to incorporate in our relationship, Addie girl?"

  Addie felt herself blush. "I think I have always wanted to be in a domestic discipline relationship," she responded nervously.

  "Good. I wouldn't have it any other way," Brad said, and Addie relaxed.

  "What kind of ummm…rules…do you want?"

  "Addie girl, rules and expectations are to improve our relationship, keep it healthy and to help you with anything you need to work on to better yourself. It only works with open communication and realistic expectations. Don't you agree?"

  "That sounds about right," Addie answered, taking a big bite of the steaming hot pizza in front of her. "I guess we won't need many rules, at all, then. I'm always good."

  Addie and Brad both laughed that time.

  "You mean like the half dozen times I have threatened to spank you in the last couple weeks?" Brad countered. "No, sweetheart, I am pretty serious about my rules." His tone shifted to the one Addie had heard every time he wanted to make sure she was paying attention. "I am going to tell you what I would like for rules, and then we can discuss them. First and foremost, respect. I will always be respectful of you, and I ask that you give me the same. I know sometimes people get angry with each other, but even when angry, I expect a level of respect. This means never calling names, screaming or being rude." He paused, and Addie thought about that one.

  "That seems reasonable, I think," she said, still mulling over his words. "But, sometimes, my Irish side comes out and, with it, my temper."

  "I'm not saying it isn't okay to be angry. I am saying that you need to find a healthy, constructive outlet for the anger. Just because you are angry doesn't mean you can do whatever you want and say whatever you feel like. We find an outlet for the anger, get you calmed down and then discuss what we need to in a calm manner. Take it from me, you can't un-hear words after they are spoken. I will help you with your temper, Addie."

  Addie knew exactly how he would help her.

  "I suppose it is time for me to learn to center that. Okay, I agree. What's the next rule?"

  "This next one is nonnegotiable, sweetheart."

  Addie narrowed her eyes at him, ready to tell him exactly what she thought about having a rule she didn't get a say in, but he held up his hand.

  "Wait." The one word command came, cutting off any argument she might have. "The rule is safety. You will be safe. This means no drinking and driving, no texting and driving, and no not thinking before you act. You like to act first and think second, which puts you in dangerous situations. Addie, I don't play around when it comes to safety. If you put yourself or anyone else in danger, I will spank you. Every time. If I have to spank you for a safety violation, you will think the spanking I gave you today was child's play. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir." Addie heard the conviction in his tone and knew that this wasn't something he was willing to debate over. "That seems reasonable, too." She made a mental note to start putting her phone out of reach in the car. She had been habitually texting while driving since she was a teenager.

  "The final rule is that we don't lie to each other." Addie noticed that Brad's tone got very cold and distant. "Lying ruined my marriage, and I won't entertain the notion. Honesty is extremely important to me. I don't mean just outright lying. I mean manipulation and lying by omission. I won't have it, Addie. Ever."

  Addie looked him straight in the eyes and held his gaze before responding. "I am an extremely honest person, Brad. I will never lie to you on purpose. Healthy relationships are built on respect, honesty and open communication. I will do my best to always give you those three things, and I hope you will give me the same."

  "Addisyn, I will never make a rule for you that I won't follow myself. I strive to not be a hypocrite." Brad visibly relaxed.

  "Good. I shouldn't have any issues with these rules. You probably will never have to spank me again," Addie declared. Based on how loud Brad laughed, Addie figured he didn't agree. I'll show him! she thought to herself.

  "I have a feeling, Addie girl, that you will be over my knee more often than you might think, especially during these first few weeks as we work out our roles. You've already found out that I mean everything I say and that I always follow through with my threats."

  Addie squirmed in her seat. The pain from the earlier spanking had gone away, but the memory lingered. Brad winked at her, and Addie assumed he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

  After dinner, Brad walked her to her car. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He might be in charge, but she had no issues initiating intimacy when she wanted it. She heard his growl in response. He assaulted her lips with his then, his beard scratching the sensitive skin around her mouth. His kiss was deep, almost punishing, and definitely claiming. When his mouth left hers, Addie's li
ps continued to tingle. She looked up at him as he reached around her and opened her door. He made sure she was in and that her seatbelt was fastened.

  "Drive safely, and don't text!" Brad said, kissing her forehead.

  Addie smiled at him and gave a slight salute with her hand. "Yes, Sir!" she smarted.

  "Brat!"

  "Who, me?" She batted her eyes at him before backing out of the parking spot and heading home.

  Before long, Brad and Addie developed a comfortable routine. They worked out together in the mornings, when their work schedules would permit. They saw each other almost daily, and they always spoke before going to bed. Addie found herself checking in with Brad throughout the day and really liked the accountability he provided. Addie had always been driven, and having someone rein her in when she got off course was refreshing. Addie also came to understand where Brad's laugh lines had come from. She found him to have the best sense of humor, and she looked forward to spending time with him.

  Addie was explaining all of that to her best friend, Annie, at lunch. They had gathered at a small table near the wall at Shugas, Addie's favorite downtown restaurant. It was within walking distance of her office, set off the main drag. It was a pretty walk, away from the normal hustle and bustle of downtown. Addie went there sometimes just to get a lavender lemonade and a change of scenery. The walk usually calmed her down if work was getting to be too much. Addie was a regular, and they knew her and her order by heart.

  Annie had been Addie's college roommate. They were freshman roommates in the dorm and, eventually, moved into an apartment together. They were there for each other through thick and thin for all four years of college. Addie had been there for Annie when her mother died in a terrible car accident their sophomore year. They were best friends, and since neither had parents or siblings, they had become each other's close family. Annie had invited Addie to her grandparents' house during the holidays and college breaks, and they had unofficially adopted her. Even though they no longer lived together, they still spoke every day.