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  “I wasn’t cheating on you with the blonde Jen saw me with today.” He sighed deeply and waited for her to look into his eyes again, wanting her to see that he was speaking the truth. God, he’d never cheat on Ally in a million years. He cleared his throat. “The busty blonde… was my mother.”

  A gasp left Ally, and she straightened and turned to face him fully. “What?”

  “Apparently she divorced her first husband and went on to marry a plastic surgeon. So I bet, especially from a distance, that’s why Jen thought I was cheating on you. She called me out of the blue a few days ago and said she would be passing through town today and that she wanted to meet me. My grandparents refuse to talk to her because they’re furious she abandoned me, and I’ll admit my first instinct was to continue to be upset with her and say no. But I’m glad I took a chance and met her. We spent three hours at the restaurant today, just talking. She apologized for not looking me up sooner and said she wants to become a part of my life. She also wants to meet you.”

  Eyes wide, Ally fumbled for words. “I… well … Oh my God.” She released a breath and her face melted with remorse. “I’m so sorry, Mark. For everything. Um, you told her about me?”

  He squeezed her hand. “Of course I did, sweetheart. You’re the most important thing in my life right now. I told her all about you. Her eyes lit up when I told her you were The One.”

  “Th-The One?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. The One.”

  Ally swallowed hard and her face melted further. “I feel absolutely terrible right now, Mark. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions like that. I just assumed…” Her words trailed off and she gazed around the room, sadness darkening her eyes. “Can you forgive me?”

  He cupped her face and brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “I can forgive you, however that doesn’t change the fact that you were very naughty tonight, Ally. Instead of coming to me and talking to me about your concerns, you vandalized my yard and tried to break up with me Jerry Springer-style. We’ve been dating for three months now, and I’ve come to care for you very much. We’re supposed to trust one another, and most importantly, we’re supposed to be honest with one another.”

  “I am so sorry.”

  He tipped her chin up and forced her to look into his eyes. A shudder ran through her body, evidence that she knew just how much trouble she’d landed in. In their relationship, he had strict rules about talking out their problems and not running from them. She’d disobeyed, and for that she would be punished.

  “Do you understand why I’m upset with you right now, Ally?” he asked in his most authoritative tone.

  “Y-yes, s-sir.”

  “Tell me what you did wrong.”

  She briefly described her wrongdoings, her lip trembling as she spoke, her demeanor humbled and submissive. He knew she’d surrender to his authority and accept whatever punishment he deemed fit. Her prior boyfriends had done a number on her, some of them cheating, while some of them didn’t understand her desire to submit, especially given how much of a go-getter she was in her career. He couldn’t blame her for being wary of any man, even him in the beginning of their relationship, but he wanted to make sure she never pulled a stunt like this again. The toilet paper and the rest of the mess in the front yard didn’t anger him, but the way she’d tried to abruptly end their relationship did.

  “All right, Ally. I am going to punish you for your naughtiness.”

  “Wh-what kind of punishment?”

  “First I’m going to give you a thorough inspection, and then you’re going over my knee for a hard spanking on your bare bottom. And that’s just for starters. Your body belongs to me, Ally girl, and I am going to spend tonight making sure there’s no doubt left in your mind just how much I love you.”

  * * *

  As she took in the whole situation, the weight of her transgressions threatened to choke her breath. Hurt shone in Mark’s eyes, and she felt like the worst kind of scum to have accused him of cheating. Here he’d been spending the afternoon with a mother he hadn’t seen in since—well, ever—and she’d decided to condemn him for stepping out on her without even talking to him about it first. Hell, she’d called his mother a side chick. Even as her heart ached, her face flushed. She was so sorry, and so embarrassed over her mistake.

  “Go up to my bedroom and stand in the corner, young lady. Lace your fingers behind your head and stick your naughty bottom out. I will be up to deal with you shortly.”

  Though his command struck her with worry because she doubted her spanking would be a light one, his words also filled her with a deep sense of relief. She’d screwed up royally, but along with pain, a punishment from Mark always brought closure, and she knew they would be able to heal and move past this terrible misunderstanding before the night ended. Though her legs felt like jelly, she managed to make it up the stairs and into an empty corner in his bedroom. After lacing her fingers behind her head, she arched her back and stuck her bottom out, per his instructions. The urge to please him flooded her, as did her longing to submit to him in every way, even if he pressed her limits.

  Her heart raced as her anxiety heightened, the minutes ticking by ever so slowly. She licked her lips and swallowed past the burning lump in her throat. God, why couldn’t she just have talked to him first? Why did she have to go and make such a blunder? Her initial disbelief that he’d cheated on her should have been her first clue. She hadn’t believed it in her heart, because she really did trust him. Yet she’d allowed her imagination and insecurities to get the best of her, and her anger too.

  As she listened for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, she replayed their conversation in the living room, particularly the last part of it. He’d said he was going to inspect her before he spanked her, and also that it was just the beginning of her punishment. He planned to take all night with her, proving to her that he loved her. Pulses of warmth quickened between her thighs as she imagined all that awaited her. Inspections. Spankings. Intimate punishments.

  She sucked in a shaky breath as desire tightened in her core, the little waves of pleasure causing her nipples to grow taut inside her bra. Her breasts felt heavier and heavier, and the aching of her pussy deepened the longer she stood there. Waiting. Just waiting. For him.

  “Look at that naughty young lady standing in the corner,” Mark said, his deep voice catching her by surprise. “She’s about to become one very sorry little girl.”

  How had he walked up the stairs so quietly? She yearned to turn around and peer into his dark brown eyes, but resisted. Moving out of position without permission was a big no-no. The heat of his body radiated against her, and the entire surface of her skin danced and came alive with the need to be touched by him. To feel his lips trailing all over her, to experience the sting of his hand as he punished her, and to endure the shameful prodding of his fingers as he inspected her.

  He cupped her bottom and she gasped despite herself. She was so on edge aching for her punishment even as she dreaded it, and the throbbing of her pussy as her body reacted to the strength of his presence didn’t help matters. She wanted him to hurt her and fuck her. Repeatedly. No holds barred.

  “Spread those legs and arch your bottom up higher, Ally.” He patted her butt and moved back, giving her space to follow his instructions. She obeyed, lifting her bottom as high in the air as possible while parting her thighs. The skirt of her maid’s dress rose up, revealing her panty-clad bottom to him. “Good girl,” he said.

  He stroked her backside, and his gentle caresses left her quivering in place, her legs barely holding her up. She felt moisture slip from her pussy to soak her panties further, and her face heated knowing he’d soon discover her vast wetness. As if reading her thoughts, he began to work her panties down, taking his time as he peeled them down to rest above her knees, which were still spread wide apart.

  “I can smell your arousal, Ally. I know you’re wet. Now, let’s see just how wet you are.”

  She gasped as the cool air h
it her most private places. He knelt behind her and gripped her cheeks, one in each hand, and parted her bottom wide in an uncomfortable stretch. At first he simply kept her spread open, not yet delving into her moisture. The pause during which she was on display, his hot breath fanning against her slick pussy lips and quivering bottom hole, left her clawing at the wall as she fought to remain in position.

  “I can see all of you right now, Ally girl. Your slick pussy lips and the wet, pinkness within. Your tight puckering hole. There’s even a drop of moisture sliding down your thigh right now, young lady.”

  A heated wave stole through her, and her shame over being inspected so thoroughly, so intimately, caused the aching below her waist to turn into a full blown throbbing sensation.

  “And these panties,” he said in a scolding tone. “These panties are so wet that you won’t be able to wear them again.”

  “I-I’m sorry, sir.”

  He released her bottom and tapped the side of her leg. “Remove your stockings and panties, Ally. Then bend over the bed and pull your bottom cheeks apart, young lady. I’m not through inspecting your holes yet.”

  She nodded with a whimper and began to comply with his demands, her hands trembling as she worked the stockings down her legs. Her panties pooled at her feet as she stood upright, and she pushed them away into a pile with everything else. A deep sense of vulnerability filled her as she approached the bed with her head lowered. From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Mark’s massive form and swallowed hard when she noticed his arms folded over his chest. Though she didn’t look up far enough to see his eyes, she knew his gaze was fixated on her every movement.

  “Good girl,” he said as she bent over. “Now reach back and pull those naughty cheeks apart, Ally.”

  She flushed so hard it was a wonder she didn’t burst into flames. Perspiration trickled down her temple, and she felt positively feverish. The aching of her pussy, deep in her core, and the pulsing of her clit intensified with each second. All through this, she couldn’t stop thinking about how badly she’d messed up. She’d jumped to conclusions and accused him of cheating. She’d hurt the man she loved, the only man who’d ever made her feel special and like she mattered to him. A simple conversation could have cleared matters up. They could be eating ravioli and getting ready to snuggle up for their movie night, but instead she was bent over the bed, half-naked, waiting to be chastised for her poor behavior.

  “I want to see all of you, Ally. Pull those bottom cheeks wider,” he said sternly.

  “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” She did as he asked, certain she’d never been so embarrassed and exposed in her life. It was more than showing him her body. By submitting to him and obeying his most humiliating commands, she was baring her soul to him. She hoped he forgave her in his heart. He’d already said she was forgiven, but she wouldn’t feel forgiven until the ordeal was over, until she was sore and weeping and uttering heartfelt apologies in his arms.

  * * *

  Mark approached Ally, taking in her rapid breaths and shaking hands as she kept her bottom spread wide to his liking. Tremors besieged her body, but she didn’t break her position or beg him to allow her to stand up. She was such a good girl, taking her punishment like this. As he watched her shaking, the insides of her thighs gleaming from her escaping moisture, he focused on her inner core, where her wetness pooled between her smooth shaven folds. He glided his fingers inside, swirling and spreading her arousal across her delicate flesh, eventually bringing that wetness up to her bottom hole.

  Her pucker clenched and unclenched against his ministrations, his prodding becoming more forceful as he nudged at her entrance and finally slipped one finger inside. She almost lost her grip on her bottom cheeks but managed to recover just in time.

  “Such a good girl. It’s too bad you were so naughty today, Ally. I can’t allow your misbehaviors to go unpunished. If you ever have any doubts about us, you need to talk to me. Never ever try to walk away from me like you did tonight. I love you and I won’t tolerate it.”

  She whimpered and raised her head. “I know, and I’m sorry, sir.”

  A tiny sob drifted up from her as he pumped in and out of her tight asshole, adding a second finger and placing his free hand on her lower back to hold her steady while he probed her and punished her private entrance with slow, deep thrusts. As the moisture he’d stolen from her pussy began to dry up, she squirmed and made little distressed noises.

  “I know it hurts, Ally, and I want it to.” He leaned over her, not slowing his thrusts as he put his mouth to her ear. “And I know you want it to hurt too.”

  She released a deep breath and moaned at the same time.

  “After I spank you, I am going to fuck you here, Ally,” he said after a particularly deep thrust. “I am going to fuck your tiny little asshole as punishment.” He gave a few more pushes into her tightness, then pulled out and stepped backward, admiring her pretty form as she remained on the bed bent over with her cheeks still spread wide. She was panting, and locks of her sleek brown hair stuck to the side of her head. His cock ached and pressed against his pants. God, he wanted to unzip his jeans and slam straight into her hot, wet center. But he couldn’t. Not yet.

  “You can get up on the bed now, Ally, and relax for a moment. I will be right back.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She released her grip on her butt and curled up on her side, sniffling and wiping at her face.

  Mark hurried downstairs to the kitchen. He washed his hands and put the dinner he’d prepared in the oven to keep warm. They’d eat later. He doubted she had much of an appetite at the moment anyway. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was at Ally’s side moments later, the urge to return to her hastening his steps. He opened the bottle and tossed the cap aside.

  “Here,” he said, raising her up so her head rested in his lap. She peered up at him with a sad, watery smile. He lifted her head and pressed the bottle to her lips, giving her a drink. Once she finished, he placed the water on the bedside table and returned his attentions to her, cradling her in his arms. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead, needing to connect with her and knowing she needed a bit of tenderness from him before her spanking.

  “I really do love you, Mark,” she said, “and I’m sorry for not trusting you. Are you going to spank me now?”

  “Yes.” His throat tightened as he answered, but he wasn’t going to give her a reprieve. He couldn’t command her respect by going easy on her either. Her bottom and upper thighs would be bright red and stinging, and she’d be sobbing and likely pleading with him to stop before her punishment ended. He’d take her to that place she needed to go, that place where the pain crossed over into agony, that place where she’d surrender fully to him despite her suffering at his hands. “All right, Ally. Let’s get this part over with.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He guided her to stand between his knees. “Take off your dress and bra. You will be naked for the rest of the night.”

  After a deep, shaky breath, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. Then she reached around to unhook her bra, and her full breasts spilled out as it fell away. She was so beautiful, her smooth skin glistening under a light sheen of sweat. The inspection and bottom hole punishment had already taken a lot out of her, but he knew she could handle the rest.

  He guided her across his lap and draped one leg overtop hers, securing her in place. He rested one hand on her back, to soothe her and just in case he needed to quickly pin her hands down, should she attempt to cover her butt. With his other hand, he began massaging her cheeks.

  “I love you, Ally. Don’t ever forget that.” He raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack that made her gasp.

  * * *

  Fire blazed across Ally’s bottom as Mark spanked her, the pain of the sharp blows taking her breath away. He covered her cheeks, alternating from left to right, and he also swatted the backs of her poor thighs. She tried to remain still,
but she soon found herself squirming and trying to dodge the smacks. The strong hold he maintained kept her in place, and she wasn’t able to escape a single smack. She gripped the covers in her distress, clutching them so tightly her fingers ached.

  “Please, Mark,” she begged. “It hurts so much!” Anguish over her actions filled her, seeming to increase the physical agony of her punishment. “I’m sorry, sir. Please, no more.”

  His pace didn’t slow and his spanks didn’t falter. He continued on, giving her the sound thrashing that in her heart she knew she deserved. Her bottom throbbed. Each blow rang out in the room and echoed in tune with her gasps and cries. Burning tears gathered and escaped her eyes, running down her face to fall onto the covers. She sobbed into the bed, tossing her head from side to side as she endured each stinging slap.

  Finally he stopped, and she gasped for air as he rubbed her bottom.

  “Shh, Ally girl. We’re almost finished. I’m going to administer your last ten strokes with my belt. Then there will be no more spankings tonight, so long as you don’t get yourself into any more trouble this evening.”

  Ten more strokes.

  With the belt.

  Her heart thudded, and she gulped before taking a deep breath to steady herself. He helped her stand up, and she melted when he pulled her in for a quick hug. His familiar, masculine scent soothed her, and she took comfort in knowing the spanking portion of her punishment was nearly over. He held her out by her shoulders and looked her up and down.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

  Sniffling, she nodded. “Y-yes, sir. I’m all right.” Her voice cracked over the last few words. She loved that he checked on her, loved that he made sure she wasn’t under any true distress even as he corrected her and caused her pain.

  He cupped her face briefly and placed a quick, gentle kiss to her forehead, before turning to dig around in his bedside table drawer. Excitement and worry blended and her pulse accelerated. She watched intently to see what he retrieved from the drawer, and her heart almost stopped when he turned around with two items in his hands.