Chapter Nineteen
Marcus would have lost his bet on two counts, had John agreed.
Elena spent the night hovering over the porcelain, as Jeff held her hair and pressed cool cloths to her neck. Even though she promised she would never drink like that again, Jeff still spanked her after breakfast.
Despite her pleas, he sat on the bed, pulled her over his knees and turned her lovely dusky bottom into a glowing, throbbing oval of misery all the while lecturing her on the fact that she was a “Mother for heaven’s sake and going to be his wife.”
“If you ever behave like that again, I will spank you every night for a week,” he promised. “Do you understand me?” he asked as his hand rose and fell in crisp smacks.
"Yes, please, lo siento mucho. Por favor para darme, I adore you,” she sobbed brokenly.
“I adore you too, hermoso,” he replied, rubbing her bottom, “and I forgive you.” Pulling her up to sit on his lap he comforted her as she cried. “You need to take a little nap now, baby. The wedding is not until this afternoon so you have time to rest.”
“But there is so much I must do,” she replied, wiping her eyes.
“Are you really going to argue with me?” he asked in wonder, before fixing her with a firm stare.
“No, my darling, I will nap as you say,” she sighed resting her head on his chest as she sniffled. She wanted a strong mate, she admitted, but maybe not one with such a hard hand.
Brandy received her first real discipline spanking from Mike, that night in Vegas. Oh, he’d threatened her often enough over the last few months and occasionally had swatted her butt, but she had no idea how firm he could be.
“You are the most mature woman on this trip, and I never in a million years would have thought I had to worry about your behavior,” he scolded.
“I’m hardly responsible for what the other’s do, Mike, and I resent the reference to my age. Maybe you should trot yourself right back downstairs and see if you can find a younger woman, one who’s not quite so ancient,” she sassed as she stormed into their suite.
“Lady, if you weren’t already getting a spanking for your actions, that remark would have sealed it. I see women all the time whose chronological age is far different from their emotional one. I just never thought you were one of them, but then the alcohol may be doing your talking for you. At least let’s hope so, or this could become a regular part of our relationship. Now come here!”
“Not in this lifetime, buster,” she shot back. “As you pointed out, I am mature, much too old to be put over your knee and spanked like a child,” she continued, turning her back on him and approaching the bar.
“That’s what you think,” he replied as he crossed the room in three strides and snagged her wrist. No match for his strength, Brandy was soon over his lap as he sat on the sofa. Her pantieswere down in a flash and his hand was landing stinging swats on her sensitive bottom. He had her hands in a firm grip as soon as they flew back to protect her butt and he scolded her for that too. “I thought your husband spanked you?” he asked between smacks. “Surely you know the proper protocol and I’m surprised you would try to get away with covering your bottom.”
“Proper protocol?” she screeched. “There was no protocol! He spanked and I fought him, what else is there to it?” she demanded as she struggled for all she was worth.
“Well, for one thing, when I tell you you’re getting a spanking, there will be no talking or sassing your way out of it,” he informed her. “I expect you to come to me when I call you. There will be no trying to cover your lovely bottom and no kicking your legs.” This comment was immediately followed by several hard smacks that soon had her feet scrambling to find purchase on the leather sofa.
“That is exactly what I’m talking about,” he informed her pinning her legs between his and increasing the force of his slaps. Her yelps sounded like he was finally getting his point across, so he tipped her farther forward, concentrating on the area where her thighs met her ass. “If you take your discipline like a big girl, you will be much better off. If you continue to fight me, I will escort you to the corner where you will spend an undetermined amount of time with your nose pressed to the wall and your sore, red bottom on display.”
“You’re crazy if you think for one minute I will allow you to treat me like a child,” she squealed in pain as her eyes began to fill with tears.
“So says the young lady over my knee with the glowing butt. Are you sure continuing to sass me is in your best interest honey?” he asked gently.
“Nooooo,” she howled, sagging over his lap, the fight draining out of her as he continued to roast her butt. “I’m sorry,” she cried, sobs wracking her body as she gave in to his authority.
Mike spanked her for several more minutes, maybe not quite as firmly, but he didn’t want her to think she was the one in charge of when it ended. It amazed him that his lovely woman was capable of acting like a five year old. Turning her over, he cuddled her as she relaxed in his arms and caught her breath.
“You’re not really going to make me stand in a corner, are you?” she whispered, her beautiful gray eyes still full of tears.
“No, not tonight, honey, but in the future if you don’t mind me, it’s a distinct possibility,” he told her firmly.
Brandy shivered and cuddled closer. There was no way she would let herself get in this predicament again. In reality she knew she could have done something to stop, or at least minimize the extent of tonight’s craziness.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do something about the way the evening was going,” she apologized softly.
“Honey, every one of those girls are of legal age and you are not responsible for their behavior. However, I didn’t appreciate the choice of activity. I thought you would go out, have a few drinks and celebrate with Kelsey. I had no idea you would spend the evening watching a group of men… Well, all I can say is that the only naked or nearly naked man you better be looking at is me.”
“May I?” she whispered.
“May you what?” he asked confused.
