With a wide-eyed, startled expression Tasha wondered why he did this, random questions about her sexual past, periods and birth control.
“I hope the delay is shock and you’re not still totalling them up, honey,” he said impatiently.
“Including the three you know about, nine,” she replied.
“Nine? But only three boyfriends?” he said rather judgementally.
“Two of the other six were boys I kind of dated, for a few weeks. Three were one- night stands and one was a guy I dated for a while and then became more of a friend with benefits.”
“A booty call?” he asked rhetorically.
“More of a fuck buddy,” she said, laughing.
“That one will cost you,” he said darkly. “Any of them likely to cash in and sell a kiss and tell story about you?”
“I doubt it. I think they would have done it by now if they were going to.” She believed what she was saying to be true.
“Do you still see your fuck buddy?” He winced as he said the words.
“Not really. We occasionally meet up with friends, but we haven’t fuc…had sex for about a year,” she explained. “Are you mad with me?”
“What do you think?”
She nodded.
“And do you think I should be?” he asked, moving around the table so he was sat next to her.
“I don’t know. No. It was all before I knew you, so maybe you have no right to be mad with me,” she said with a slight wobble to her voice now as his hand gripped her thigh tightly.
“I don’t like the idea of you being with anybody else, so yes I am mad, but I know it was before us. I hate to think of you just giving it up for a one-night stand. You are worth so much more than that,” he said and then stood up. “Come on.”
“Where?” she asked, confused.
“I do believe it’s spanking time, honey.”
“But, James, I don’t know, no.” Fear spiked through her veins at the idea of it. She felt scared, what if it hurt? Surely there was no what if about it. He was going to smack her with his hand and the intention had to be for it to hurt her, didn’t it? What if she didn’t like it?
“Unless you want me to put you across my knee in here?” His words caused her face to take on an even more fearful expression. “Don’t look so worried, baby, trust me, please,” said Jim gently as he offered her his hand.
She took his hand and actually did trust him, like she had said earlier. She trusted him not to do anything bad to her and she always liked when he spanked her during sex, but was it different because this was a calculated spanking, a punishment? She was stepping into the lift now and felt a combination of nervousness, butterflies, excitement and anticipation. He was still holding her hand as they left the lift and entered their suite.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Tasha.” He kissed her gently on the lips.
She nodded. “You really want to do this, don’t you?”
“Yes. I want you to conform to what I want and when you don’t, I want to be the one to correct you, to punish you. That’s what I do when I stop you coming or I may in the future play it like last night when I made you come, over and over, or when I spank you during sex and you like it, don’t you?” He pulled her against him.
“Yes, I do,” she admitted. “I find it a real turn on.”
“Will you try this?”
She nodded making him smile.
“I did think about introducing the paddle or maybe the blindfold again, but as you’re a little nervous we’ll take it slowly. Just you and me, okay?”
She nodded again. “Did you do this with your wives?”
He looked cross again.
