A Special case

20Dec11

over his kneeIt was over. Nothing could save it, not even Mr High-Almighty Himself.

He had promised her it would be alright, that nothing she could do could ever break it and then… She sat on her suitcase and shuddered. She would never be able to look any of them in the face again.

“Petal,” his voice had threatened across last night’s dinner table. It was his pet name for her, her only name as far as he was concerned. She blushed and glowered at him. She had been in a perfect strop, she didn’t know why, she never knew why.

Mrs Lemon, His business partner’s wife was no doubt being perfectly reasonable, but Petal couldn’t stand the woman and in her ever-darkening mood she was doing her best to let the woman know.

“What Sir, I am not even doing anything… Sir,” she had spat at him across the table and then added bitterly to Mrs Lemon, “I have to call him sir or else he spanks me.”

His partner’s wife had spluttered; her lemon well and truly soured as she looked aghast at her husband.

“Petal,” He had growled. “They don’t want to know that.”

“You don’t want them to know that you mean,” she had said, shoving away the plate.

She had had the rage then; the self-destructive rage that had always threatened to tear them apart. It had already done for two marriages and now it would break what they had.

She hadn’t looked back, she hadn’t even phoned him; just a taxi to pick her up at dawn. Now she was all packed

She thought back to their last argument. He had spanked her to tears. The first she had ever shed in all her years of being spanked by men.

“How… did… you… do… that…” she had sobbed. “No one… has…”

“Shush,” he had soothed her. “It’s going to be alright. You are a special case to be sure, but I can handle you. Are you always this difficult?”

“Yes,” she had whispered as she had held him in a crushing embrace.

Suddenly there was a hush of wind and a splatter of rain against the window. An ill wind, she thought, to carry her way from another failed relationship. She felt sick.

To make matters worse, she had probably damaged his business. He didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve any of it. Just thinking about him made her want to cry. His calm confidence, his firm thighs, his hands… He had been kind but firm with her, just like she had always wanted. The spankings had been tough but just right; the sex had been… she sighed, what of it? She had ballsed it up… again.

The sound of the car brought her back to herself and she heaved a great sigh.

Her bags were too heavy, but the driver would manage. But it wasn’t the driver. The door opened before she could get to it. Her heart leapt, she knew who it would be even as she saw Him.

The look of disappointment on His face made her wilt.

“Going somewhere?” He sounded cross.

“I… you left, I…” She didn’t think he would come back so soon. He hadn’t said a word last night. He had been too busy looking after his guests and smoothing things down after her outburst.

“I had to drive the Lemons home; they were a little too embarrassed to stay last night.” He almost sounded amused.

“I’m…” she sighed, what could she say. Sorry didn’t seem to cut it.

“Any particular reason for last night?” He folded his arms and scowled at her.

None at all that she could think of, she now realised, just the destructive old Petal rearing its bratty head.

He crossed the room and seized her by the ear and pulled her towards the foot of the stairs. He hadn’t even bothered to shut the door, she noticed with some dismay.

“Look you can’t do this, I won’t let you,” she was angry. He couldn’t do this. It was over.

“Incredible,” he said, as he sat on the second-from-bottom stair shaking his head and tipped her over his knee.

“No,” she raged as his hand made contact with the seat of her pencil skirt.

“No, no,” he growled, spanking her again, “is that what you said?”

She glared into the carpet an inch from her nose, his hand burning in her bottom. “No Sir,” she spat, seething at the slip.

His hand descended again.

“Oh,” she wailed reaching back.

“What did you say?” His voice had the comforting hard edge of old.

“Please, please Sir, I don’t want this.” But her voice carried no conviction.

“Remove your skirt and jacket,” he ordered as he set her on her feet.

“You can’t do this,” she glowered at him from under a cascade of fallen hair. Nevertheless her hands began to fumble with the buttons of her skirt suit jacket in habitual obedience.

“The skirt as well, quickly now,” he growled.

She threw her jacket and then skirt on top of her waiting bags. “There. Happy now?”

“I cannot believe you sometimes,” he said in exasperation. Then he grabbed her arm and her back across his lap.

“Please Sir… I’m not…”

“Not what,” he barked spanking her hard on the seat of her brief knickers. He knew what she was about to say.

“I’m not worth it,” she said in a small voice.

“I have had it with you,” He didn’t sound very final she thought. Then his hands grabbed at her waistband and her underwear slipped down her legs.

“When I’m done with you, you can go and stand in the corner,” he said casually as he resumed the spanking.

The spanking stung, but he didn’t break her, she still held something back.

“This is not the end of it,” he told her spanking her bare bottom as hard as he ever had with just his bare hand. “I think it’s time to reintroduce you to the cane later. An experience you can explain to the Lemons next time they come to dinner. Right after you apologise and just before you go to the corner.”

The talk of next time and of a future together made her well-up. Then what he had said sunk in. “You can’t I’ll die, not in front of them, please Sir…”

“You outted us, now you get to live with the consequences. I can and you are going to,” he rasped, putting some effort into his spanks.

“yes Sir,” she wailed, “but please, don’t cane me, you said you wouldn’t again unless…”

“Unless what?” he said bitterly.

“Unless… I was very, very naughty,” she said in a baby voice.

“And you don’t think last night counts?”

“’Spose,” she sniffed.

“I am so glad you agree,” he said sarcastically resuming her spanking.

Just then a voice called from the door, “taxi.”

“Go and stand in the corner,” he whispered harshly in her ear.

“But…” her eyes went wide.

“Go,” he bellowed, setting her on her feet.

With a face as red as her bottom, she scampered across the hall to stand in the corner acutely aware that the taxi driver could see her.

“There has been a change of plan,” she could hear him saying. “How much do I owe you?”

After the driver had gone, without turning around, she whispered, “how comes you put up with me?”

“I suppose I love you,” he said firmly, “besides, I told you. You are a special case.”

Ends.



10 Responses to “A Special case”

  1. 1 Mindy

    Aw, how sweet!

  2. 2 paul1510

    DJ,
    Oh yes, very sweet, a perfect Christmas story. 😀
    Paul.

  3. I would be mortified if made to stand in the corner. Great story!

    Love,
    Kitty

  4. Kitty, I totally agree.
    It must be awful. This is a beautiful story, DJ.
    I think Petal sounds delightful and in need of chocolate and cuddles.

  5. I was just thinking how completely reasonable dear Petal must be…although perhaps after she is sorted out. Very sweet story, DJ. I do love to read the stories you write that show how well you understand a certain kind of woman.

  6. I love it when a story leaves me feeling all melty and a little embarrassed, this one was perfect!

  7. 7 DJ

    Thanks – I am glad you all like this.

    I wonder how many girls there are like petal in the world and do they push buttons to get ever more of what they need. ?

    DJ

    • Oh there are lots and lots, we just don’t like to admit it.

      • I do not think they push buttons to get what they need. I think with some men they revert to their natural selves and forget how to manipulate. In time the right man can alter the natural pattern of such a girl so she is not such a brat, merely playfully naughty. He has to wait for the rage (which is fear in disguise) to ebb away. I think this is happening for the Petal you describe in the story.


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