She nodded her agreed with a satisfied smile at his words. “Lunch first though, I am starving. Then we could look for a dress, and finish with dinner and the theatre if you fancy?”
“Sounds good, honey, but you need to let me go.” He lifted her off him making her grimace slightly to his amusement. “I hope you won’t be too sore for what I had planned for tonight,” he said mysteriously.
“What?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he teased.
“Tell me,” she pleaded.
“Did you get the blindfold I asked for?” His expression darkened and his tone turned salacious.
She stared at him wildly and nodded.
“Good.” His eyes were full of amusement.
“Let’s stay in today, fuck the dress,” she said and then saw his expression change as she allowed the expletive to escape and in an instant her other cheek was stinging.
She still found that whole spanking thing a turn on, but it seemed to feel sharper today.
“You do know that the water gives it a bit more of a sting?” he asked smiling.
“I didn’t, but I do now,” she replied with a pout whilst rubbing her cheek.
Jim laughed at her again. “I think I may spank you properly one of these days, honey.”
She frowned in confusion.
“Is that another frown, Natasha?” he asked as he mockingly flexed his fingers.
“Only one of confusion. Proper spanking?” She linked her fingers with his, partly to keep his hands under control.
“I see. Proper spanking as in putting you across my knee and spanking you rather than just a single slap,” he explained.
She stared at him with wide eyes that held a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
“But not now, so get out of the bath and let’s get dressed and have lunch,” he said, before he pulled her to him and kissed her gently on the cheek.
Chapter 42
They were sitting at a table outside a café eating burgers when Jim opened a serious conversation. “Tell me what you meant about your dad losing it with you and that he had only lost it like that a few times before.”
She put her burger down, sat back in her seat and sighed.
“Please, Tasha, it worries me when you make comments like that and I have no idea what it means.” He was obviously concerned. “I’d like to understand the depths he has sunk to so as not to underestimate him in the future.”
Tasha nodded. His request was reasonable considering he really was trying to keep her safe. “One time when he sent me to see Liam, he, Liam, was less than impressed that I was having my period and made my dad aware of how unhappy he was and he was absolutely furious with me. Obviously, I was fully in control of my reproductive organs and had done it on purpose, and I quote,to repulse Liam and embarrasshimand he beat the crap out of me. That was the time he dragged me across the street by my hair.” She laughed.
Jim was amazed by her reaction. “You find it funny?”
“No, not really, but with hindsight it just shows how mental he must be to believe that even the timing of my periods are controlled by me.”
“Hmmm, carry on, please,” he encouraged.
“There’s not much more to say really. The irony is that at the time Liam didn’t let it stop him, but still demanded a free return visit.” She shuddered at the memory of it. “It makes my skin crawl when I think of being with him and when you add to that the fact that it was my own father who facilitated it...”
“I know, but nobody will ever do that to you again, and they will never get close enough to even suggest it,” he said angrily.
“You know those messages he sent me last week?”
