He leaned in the door and kissed her immediately. Daniel whispered in her mouth after their kiss.
"Get your clothes off, Sara." She looked up at him still not quite awake.
"But...it's dinner time..."
He stepped inside the door and closed and locked it behind him.
"I don't care. Get. Your. Clothes off."
Sara inhaled suddenly and started for her bedroom.
"Sara!" She turned suddenly, shocked at his tone. Daniel pointed in the other direction towards the guest bedroom and away from hers.
"Why does it always have to be in that room!? What is wrong with mine!?" as she stomped by.
She flew through the guest bedroom door and slammed it behind her as hard as she could in his face. Without hesitation, he turned the knob and stepped inside and closed it behind him while facing her. He started loosening his tie while eyeing her.
Sara stood on the opposite side of the room staring at him. The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He was looking at her with a deceptive calm that spoke volumes about the trouble she was in. She watched him undo his tie. Next, the cufflinks came off and he was rolling up his sleeves.
"Daniel, I am sorry. I am crabby when I first wake up." He continued rolling up the other sleeve while staring at her. Amusement lit his eyes and she could swear she saw a grin in there if not on his lips.
"It's okay to be crabby, Sara. It's what you do with it that can cause things to go so wrong." Sara felt the sting of tears fill her eyes as she continued to watch him. She knew that he was going to punish her for her outburst. She swallowed the knot in her throat. The whole masculine rolling up the sleeves thing was a warning that work was about to begin. It wasn't something a man did before love making. She was in no mood to suffer pain of any kind upon waking. He continued looking at her as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops in a calculated but steady manner. He took a couple of steps toward her, lifted a brow and nodded toward the end of the bed for her to bend over. More than anything, Daniel wanted to see if she would obey him. He wasn't mad, but by the same token, he would never tolerate her acting that way either. He watched her carefully as her shoulders wilted forward and she began to cry. She walked to the end of the bed and bent over as he had indicated. When he moved to pull her panties down she reached back to hold them up and said,
"Please." Daniel swatted her hand away and pulled them down anyway.
"Nope. Sara. You are getting a pants down spanking, now stop squirming." She finally stilled and brought her hands up her to mouth. She was in tears before his belt ever came down on her bottom. He gave her five hard strikes with his belt before stopping to talk to her. He placed his hand on her lower back while talking to her.
"I understand that you got upset and crabby but I expect you to control yourself. If you wanted to go to your own room all you had to do was ask me why I wanted you in here and I would have answered you. But because of your tantrum, here we are. It's rather rude and disrespectful to slam the door in my face and I will never stand for that. He struck her once more with the belt.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes!" she cried out softly. He struck her again.
"Yes, what?" he demanded.
"Yes, Sir." she whispered.
"Okay. We're done."
Sara stood and turned to sit on the bed with her panties still down in case he changed his mind. He got down on his knees in front of her and pulled her panties up over her knees. She lifted herself enough to pull them up and then sunk down to straddle his lap and finish crying in his arms and on his chest. He held her and stroked her hair and whispered to her.
"It's okay, Baby." She seemed so broken hearted and humbled he felt terrible for having spanked her. This lady seemed so broken when he spanked her on both occasions. He had never felt sorry for anyone he had spanked in the past. But Sara gave off a very different vibe than the others had over the years and he had yet to figure it out. As he sat there holding her and caressing her cheeks and hair and rubbing her back, it dawned on him what it was. She was hugging him back and clinging to him. She wasn't mad and pulling away and staying angry. This woman truly had a submissive spirit and a tender heart. And because of this, she deserved every good deed he had done for her and was planning to do for her in the future. And he would start by making dinner because now, he was hungry.
"Hey." He lifted her chin and kissed her nose and forehead and cupped her face in his hands.
"I am starving. I am going to make dinner. Do you want to come keep me company while I cook?"
She smiled and nodded her head. They helped each other up and headed out to the kitchen.
After dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned, they sat out on the balcony. Sara lived on the 20th floor in a corner suite so two of her walls were windows. She had privacy and quiet.
"Sara, we can shop during the week if you like or we can wait until Saturday. In any case I still want you to stay home this week and rest up. You deserve a mini vacation with no worries to heal and rest up."
"Mainly from your spankings." she quietly sniped.
Daniel looked over at her with a slight grin and raised brow. Sara got up and walked over and climbed into his lap and buried her face in his neck. He smelled good and was strong and charming and all of those things he shouldn't have been after spanking the dickens out of her this last few days.
He rubbed her back and shoulders and let his hand settle on her thigh. She studied his well manicured and clean hand, running her fingers over it and intertwining hers with his. He was a very handsome and masculine man. No matter how much she hated being spanked, he turned her on by the fact that he was so powerful when compared to her. He could calmly handle anything she threw at him. For reasons of her own, she valued that. He never started yelling or swinging without good reason and without talking to her. Although it hadn't happened much since they had just met but he gave off a vibe she believed was an accurate measure of who he
was
. He whispered into her hair.
"You know you have control of that, right?"
She nodded and whispered.
"Yes." He kissed her hair.
"Behave."
The week flew by as most vacations did. Sara got better each day and resumed her usual chores, trips to the gym and writing. She took advantage of the beautiful Spring weather and sat on the balcony to writing in the afternoons. Daniel texted her once in awhile during the day. He spent a couple of nights at his house to give Sara a break from his constant presence. Although if it were up to him he would have been in her bed every damn night. He knew she needed time to herself not only to write but to adjust to her new life. No matter how happy things were, people still needed time to adjust to change of any kind. Sara was grateful he figured it out because she would have felt terrible having to ask. He spent Thursday and Friday night at his house but took her shopping and out to all three meals on Saturday. The clothes were all being delivered to her on Sunday at home and Daniel was staying the night to help her unpack it all on Sunday and help her decide what to wear Monday morning. He bought her shoes, skirts, tops, dresses, pant suits, hosiery, lingerie, perfume, slippers and two robes. He spent over $5000.00 on her wardrobe for work. And there were still more things he wanted to buy and places he wanted to take her. She was happy when they finally came through her front door and collapsed on the couch together.
"Thank you, Daniel for such a wonderful shopping excursion. I am beat. Can we just go to bed?"
It was 9:20 p.m. and she did not have another ounce of energy to spare. They undressed and hopped into her bed and passed out cold.
The next morning Daniel woke up first. He had purchased a chrome butt plug to play with Sara and had yet to use it on her. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth and wash his face. He grabbed the plug out of his toiletry bag and the lubricant. He ran the plug under scalding hot water so that it was warm and climbed back into bed and set them on the bed behind him as he scooted closer to Sara to wake her with his wandering hands.
"Mmmmm." she moaned as she slowly awakened. She turned slightly to to face him. Daniel kissed her neck and worked his way down to her breast. He lifted her top and played with her breasts. He moved back and forth from one to the other licking, sucking and biting them. He continued down the sides of her waist with kisses and she giggled from the tickling sensations. Daniel rose on an elbow and lightly tapped her hip.
"Shhh. Stay still."
"I can't if you are tickling me!"
"Yes you can!"
He continued his downward trek to her pubic area and then slowed the pace to edge her with desire. He pushed the plug and lubricant down the bed as he scooted down and got between her legs. He continued kissing her along her bikini line and then stopped suddenly. She arched toward him and groaned.
"Nooo. Don't stop." He let his tongue dip into her crack from the top and slowly moved down to the base of her vagina and back up again. Sara's breath caught in her throat. She relaxed and let her legs fall open and relax. He instructed her to put one leg over his shoulder and spread the other one wider. She did as she was told. This opened her wider so he had better access to her clit but also to her backside for the plug. Sara was so distracted with his attention his tongue gave her clit she did not notice him putting lubricant into his hand and lubricating the plug. She came close to falling off of the edge and into an orgasm and he stopped cold...she let out a frustrated gasp.
"No Sara. Relax." She was panting and frustrated. His tongue started another tour around the outer folds of her vagina before dipping back into the crack at the base and working its way up to her clit and circling and working her back up to another orgasm only to stop short before she got close to igniting. This time she felt pressure on her backside slightly with each stroke of his tongue. As she felt herself spreading wider with each intruding push, Sara began to panic. She grasped hand fulls of the comforter on either side of her and arched her back.
"Daniel! What is that?!" She moved her hips as if to move away from him. His hands held her hips fast and he lifted to look into her eyes.
"Sara, have I hurt you yet?"
"No." she whispered.
