Author's note;
I thank all of those who have followed this story, giving me encouragement, as well as the incentive, to keep it going. I will be submitting other chapters as they flow onto the page. Enjoy.
Machu
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Matt's opens his eyes wearily, finding he was alone in bed. The memory of his neighbor and the previous night is still just a blur in his foggy mind while he dozes briefly, warm and still a bit weary, before stretching his arms above his head. The sore muscles of his right arm and shoulder jar him fully awake, the memory of last night flooding into his mind.
He raises his head from the pillow and quickly reaches to touch the spot where Kat had been sleeping next to him. As glances out her window at the clear, bright sky beyond, noticing there is still just a hint of warmth under his hand. It couldn't have been long since she had gotten out of the bed he realizes, and he throws the sheet aside as he swings his legs over the edge.
He is facing away from the window, the closed bathroom door in front of him when his assumption is confirmed as he hears the distinct sound of the shower's glass door slide open and the water is turned on.
He quietly steps to the door and, very slowly, opens it, the sound of the shower muted as he hears the glass door slide closed with a soft 'clunk'.
Glancing over his shoulder at his apartment just across the way, Matt is frozen with indecision. He just isn't sure what he should do now. Kat was pretty clear that she didn't want anything from him, other than what they had shared the night before, but he didn't feel that just leaving would be the polite thing to do either.
The whole concept of being, what Kat and Cindy both had called him, Dominant, was alien to him. Matt had always thought of a relationship between couples as a partnership. He just wasn't sure if the role extended beyond the bedroom, or if he would even be comfortable with it that way. Was he expected to continue being the aggressor in more mundane situations? Should he demand that she make coffee and serve him breakfast? The thought seemed absurd to him, he didn't want a slave or a servant, and he just couldn't bring himself to belittle a woman in that way. Hell, he was even surprised about being so comfortable with dominating Kat in bed, not to mention the arousal he had felt from it. This was all quite overwhelming to him.
He stood at the bathroom door for several minutes more, finally deciding that what he knew to be polite was the right course of action for him. He quietly closed the door and decided that he would allow her reactions to dictate what he would do as the relationship went forward.
Matt found his jeans and went to the kitchen, using the open bedroom door and found what he needed to make coffee after just a short hunt through her cabinets. As the machine began its cycle, steam rising from the lid, he plundered her fridge. He was starting to prepare bacon, eggs, and several slices of wheat toast as he heard the water turn off in the bathroom.
'Here we go.' He thought as he placed several slices of bacon to begin sizzling in the skillet he had found. Matt heard the bathroom door leading to the front room open as he started the first two slices of toast.
Kat walked around the corner and halted, mid stride, her nude body glistening from water she had yet to dry off, her hair wrapped in a towel.
'Oh!' she said with a mild start. 'You're still here. I thought you might have run off screaming back to the safety of your apartment.'
The twinkle of mirth he saw in her eyes put Matt at ease a bit, he really had thought she might be angry that he was, indeed, still there.
'Oh thank God.' She said, smelling the aroma from the half-finished coffee maker. 'You made coffee. You are a God among men, neighbor. Could you pour me a cup when it's finished? Black with two sugars please, if you don't mind?'
'Uh, okay.' Matt mumbled as his gaze dropped to her bust momentarily. 'Bacon and eggs alright?' He asked as she turned and walked back into the living room.
Matt's eyes grew wide as he saw the visible damage he had done to her buttocks. Each of her cheeks were covered in dark purple bruises and a long thin one, much lighter, ran along the crease of her legs where they met her shapely ass.
'That would be fabulous.' She said as she rounded the corner. 'There's juice in the fridge as well. I am just famished after last night!'
'Okay.' Was all Matt could say as he felt guilt quickly overwhelm him. What had he done?!? How could she still be moving around with her ass so badly hurt? She should be stuck in bed, moaning in pain from the look of her bruise covered fanny. He just couldn't believe that he had caused her such harm.
Mechanically, Matt finished preparing breakfast and poured two cups of the fragrant coffee, his guilt growing. He set the small kitchen table just as Kat walked back into the room wearing a light blue sun dress.
She picked up her cup, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply, stream rising from it.
'Oh thank you so much. This smells wonderful.'
She sat gingerly as she looked quizzically to Matt. 'What's wrong neighbor? You look like someone kicked your dog.'
Matt sat across from her and set his coffee down. 'Well, I was wondering how you could even get around with the damage I did to you Kat. Your ass is so bruised I would expect you to be face down on the bed cursing me a blue streak!'
Kat looked at him sympathetically, cocking her head to the side. 'Oh, neighbor. You didn't do any lasting damage.' She reached across the table, taking his hands. 'You did very well for a beginner. You gave me exactly what I wanted. I am sure that I will be sore for a while on my butt as well as other places, but you only hurt me. You didn't harm me.'
Kat released his hands as she sat back and, after a silent prayer, attacked the food in front of her.
Between mouthfuls she continued, Matt still staring at her guiltily. 'I told you that spankings are supposed to hurt. It's different for everyone, but I find that a discipline spanking allows me to feel cleansed of negative emotions that had built up in me. That's what all the tears are about.'
Matt's guilt lessened a bit from her words, but he still wasn't convinced. 'But, your ass looks so bad! How can you stand being beaten like that?'
