Ready for a Hard Spanking? Her Acceptance Part III

I do so love writing about spankings. You all know that. Not only do I believe in them, but I think women in particular benefit from the stress release. I also think we all have dark and kinky sides, ones we’d love to explore but are afraid of reactions. What would our friends think, our family? So we push aside our true needs, the person who longs to burst to the surface. Except for a few lucky ones who embrace their very dark side. In writing this little flash story, I realize more and more how happy I am to not only embrace but relish the other girl. With John Patrick I’ve been able to explore the very complex mix of a woman that I am. I hope you enjoy part III…


The knock on the door wasn’t unexpected yet Kelly shivered the moment she heard the rapping noise. A quick glance in the mirror made her cringe. Throwing her head back Kelly smoothed her hand down her dress then laughed nervously.Evocative one “You can do this.” The words were comforting, ones she’d said for a hell of a long time. ‘This’ was going to challenge every aspect of her being, force her to face her greatest fears. Yes, the fuchsia pink dress was perfect. Tonight was going to be magical.

Giving a quick nod she turned off the bathroom light and walked out into the hallway, swallowing hard before she walked toward the front door. The sound of her heels clipping on the wooden floor gave her chills. The moment she placed her hand on the doorknob she was suddenly caught off guard how excited she was, anticipation giving her heart palpitations. Could she actually let go tonight? Another trickle of raw energy shifted throughout every cell in her body. Nodding to the ghost she would shove into her shadowed past, she opened the door.

The look on his face was stilling. She sucked in her breath and gave him a respectful look. A mischievous smile followed when she noticed the bulge in his pants. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you.” Sweeping inside, Jonathan closed the door. His exhale was husky. His eyes and face held a commanding look. He stood just inside the door, his hands in his pockets. “Are you ready for this evening?”

“What are we doing?”

“Does it matter?”

Kelly thought about the question. “Not in the least.” Palming his chest she fingered the silk and breathed in his incredible scent. Tonight he was dressed vastly differently than his very conservative business attire. “But do I get a little hint?”

“Answering a question with a question.” Jonathan raised a single eyebrow as he tipped her chin with a single finger. As he leaned over slowly he whispered, “We’re going to have to work on your patience level as well.”

The tone in his voice dripped of authority.” She could sense a change in the man, a hunger so deep seeded she was taken aback. “Yes.”

He merely opened his eyes wide.

“Yes sir.” My God the man was breathtaking. For a few seconds Kelly was lost in thoughts of raw lust. “Wine?”

He checked his watch, lingering for a full ten seconds before lifting his head. “We have time. Besides, we need to talk about a few things.”

A few things. Even the words seemed bold, provocative. A nervous tick in the corner of her mouth gave her the willies. She was on the edge, off kilter, and knew he wanted to say so many things. She almost burst out an apology for her bad behavior then thought otherwise. He was running the evening. He was in charge. He was… Sir. The thought that she wanted to use the word was interesting. The Jessieway her body reacted given the realization was fascinating. Her pussy was tingling, wet and she was involuntarily clenching her muscles. She wasn’t wearing a bra and when the silky material brushed across her nipples, a single moan slipped past her lips.

“Tonight you’re going to learn about control. My control.” He gripped her chin, pressed his lips across hers. As his tongue swept inside he pressed his other hand against her waist, holding her in place. The touch was firm, dominating.

She snaked her arms around his neck, craving his touch, longing to have his cock buried deep inside. Closing her eyes, she envisioned a night full of passion, unbridled sex as if they had no cares.

Seconds later he broke the kiss and brushed his thumb back and forth across her lips. With every swipe he pressed harder. “And you’re going to learn how to obey.”

The words seemed to echo in her ears. She blinked several times, unsure of what to say.

“Wine would be excellent.” Jonathan took a stride back, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Good.” She stepped back then turned, heading for the kitchen. Jesus… Quickly flipping on the light she managed to walk toward the already open bottle of wine and pour two glasses without stumbling or spilling the wine. Why was she so nervous?

“You look stunning tonight, the perfect stripper color. The dress suits you very well my dear. You are the perfect specimen,” Jonathan cooed, innuendoes dripping from every word. He followed behind her, remaining within inches.

“Specimen. You talk as if I’m your feast for the evening.” Now the wine glass nearly toppled over. A slip of her angst pushed past her lips. She closed her eyes and groaned inwardly.

“There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“I’m just…” The heat of his body so close was exhilarating.

Jonathan exhaled, his hot breath cascading across her naked shoulder. His touch a mere whisper of sensations, he brushed the tips of his fingers up the length of her arm. “Let me ask you a question.”

“Of course,” she blurted out. She could tell she’d wrapped her hands around the crystal stems, but her fingers were suddenly numb. Tingling all over, she licked her lips as her nipples hardened.

“With your very life?”

“Yes.” The question was daunting but so easy to answer.

“Do you believe I know you?” Leaning over he kissed her shoulder, his tongue swirling in lazy circles.

“You know almost everything about me.” And he did. A wave of thoughts rushed through the back of her mind. She’d told him just about everything. Her life. Her loves. Her need for kink and to be owned. Nothing had been off the table during their frank discussion. Nothing.

Jonathan licked up to her neck, his tongue dragging back and forth across her skin. Using his other hand he rubbed down her side until his fingers dug into her hip. “You understand you need to be punished for your bad behavior. Correct?”

Punished. While the thought was terrifying, she was very well aware she needed discipline, control in her life. “Yes.”

“Yes?” His nails dug into her skin.

She winced, biting back a moan. Every cell in her body was on fire. The effect this man, her man had on her was sensuous and very powerful. “Yes sir.” My God her pussy was clenching to the point she could almost have an orgasm.

“Better.” Swiftly his hand moved to her ass, swatting then cupping her ass cheek. “You will learn. You need very strict rules, guidance in a way you’ve never experienced before.”

A lot more thanWhen she remained silent his nudge to answer was another light slap. “Yes sir. I agree with you. I…” What the hell was she saying? You know what you’re saying. You know what you’ve been pining away for your entire life. Right now the little voice was too close, too pushy.

“Tell me what you crave. Tell me what you have to have in order to be satisfied.”

The question caught her off guard. “Protection. Honesty. Passion.” But there was so much more. He didn’t move and didn’t utter a word. He was waiting for her complete honesty, with him and with herself. “I need a man who accepts me for who I am, allowing me to explore the woman buried inside. The one…”

“The one?”

“The one I’ve been hiding.”

“Yes. Explore?” Jonathan inched his hand under the back of her dress. Using the tip of a single finger he rubbed up and down the crack of her ass.

Exhaling, she arched her back. “Yes, my hungers. My needs.”

“To be controlled, dominated?”

“Yes sir.” Now she was swooning. She took a sip of wine, holding the rich liquid in her mouth. Finally swallowing she eased down her glass and gripped the edge of the counter.

“Good. I’m going to show you many things, share with you aspects of my life no other woman has.” His finger pushed to the opening of her asshole, slipping just inside.

Oh God. Oh… As he wiggled his finger just inside her dark hole she pushed back from the counter, her mouth watering.

“Soon you’ll have everything you need.” He eased his finger inside her asshole, slipping in and out several times.

She moaned a he added a second finger. Shifting back, the move thrust his fingers all the way inside. When he flexed them open she closed her eyes, longing to scream fuck me, fuck me.

Kelly was vaguely aware he’d shifted, removing his fingers. God… Every dark thought, her wildest fantasies rushed to the forefront of her mind. Nights had been spent longing for a strong man, one who could control her outbursts yet awaken every erotic need she’d buried so deep inside.

“The wine is perfect.”

A full ten seconds ticked by.

“Good.” She managed to focus on the glass. Her breath was shallow. Relax. Breathe. After taking another sip she willed her nerves to a calming state. Another gulp and she could sense her body was relaxing.

“Put down your glass.”

She did so without hesitation.

“Turn to face me.”

Biting her lower lip she turned and this time the look on his face was carnal. He set down his glass and moved back behind the kitchen island. His eyes were wide open, his expression pensive.

“Take off my belt.”

“What?” Her hand flew to her mouth.

“Kelly, take off my belt. I’m going to spank you.”

The words were solid, said without inflection. He’d spanked her playfully before, giving her bottom a red ass for a couple of hours but a belt? “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do.”

“I… For today? Because I’ve been behaving badly at work?”

“Exactly. You need a hard spanking for a lesson learned. In my opinion you need regular spankings. We’ll begin tonight. You need to pay your penance and I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve,” Jonathan said as he placed his hands on his hips. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then come here and unfasten and remove my belt. Then take off your dress.”

Her entire body was trembling as she shuffled toward him. A series of sensations swept through every cell in her body. Reaching out, she shrunk back twice before she was able to unfasten his belt buckle. She darted her gaze every couple of seconds. He was stoic, the look commanding. She was surprised how excited she Legs Boundwas. She was shocked how much she knew she needed the punishment. Punishment. Now she felt like a child. Swallowing hard she gathered every bit of courage and tugged the belt from the loops. When she handed him the leather strap their fingers touched and she shuddered.

He grasped her hand, giving a squeeze, before taking the belt. “After you’re undressed lean over the counter.”

So many realizations hit her hard. She was difficult to deal with. She’d been on a spiral for years. She’d been lying to herself pretty much her entire life. Kelly continued to shake as she removed her dress, feeling very naked standing in merely her thong.

“Kelly, tell me what you need.”


“Yes, ask me for what you know you need.”

She opened her mouth twice before being able to speak. “I want…” A nervous laugh skittered past her lips. “No, I need a spanking. Please spank me.” The words tumbled out so easily.

“Yes you do. Good girl. Now lean over the island.”

Blinking several times she nodded then turned very slowly, leaning over the island and staring out the kitchen window, the oversized bay window. At that very moment she realized the blinds were open, the kitchen light on and her neighbors barely a stone’s throw away. “Fuck me.” While the words were said under her breath, she could sense his disdain. He loathed when she cussed.

“I can see we need to work on your manners and ugly mouth as well. A few minutes with a bar of soap will do the trick.” He placed his hand on the small of her back. “Lean over more and grab the other side.”

She did as she was told but kept her eyes locked on the window. What if someone saw them? What if they knew she was getting a spanking? What if they knew she needed one? Groaning, only the feel of him stripping down her panties drew her back to reality. He was going to spank her completely naked. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

“Spread your legs wide.”

She obeyed and bit her lip.

Jonathan rubbed his fingers up and down her spine. “As you know, this is going to hurt. You need to feel pain in order to understand there are consequences for every action.” He tapped both ass cheeks.

“Yes sir.” The sir came far too easily. Far too… When he took a step back she tensed.


Blinding pain swelled through every crevice, every muscle. “Ooohhh!” The whooshing sound of the belt was exhilarating.

“Nineteen more.”

Pop! Crack!

Jerking up, Kelly gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. After the sixth or was it the seventh strike, tears welled in her eyes. She was taken to a place of her past, a moment when her father spanked her – in his study, leaning over his massive desk, ‘removing her of her sins’. She panted as Jonathan rubbed her and could hear his words of praise.

“Twelve more.”

Twelve. Okay she could do this.

Whoosh… Crack!

A scream bubbled to the surface. Unable to stop the release, the sound floated into the air, no doubt loud enough for anyone passing by. In the next few seconds she lowered her head, resigned to her spanking. The release was intense. This was exactly what she needed.

I so hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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