Everything Gained (2 page)

Gain was extremely careful of her, though. Even when he was in the throes of ecstasy, he curbed his strength. She was so small - and yet so feisty and completely unafraid of him - that it would be easy to forget just how helpless she was with him - thought she'd certainly never admit it. Nina liked to slay her own dragons, and especially liked to match him stroke for stroke in their bedroom.

His eyes slid closed as she slid all the way down him, so that her mouth was at his pubic bone and the head of him was at the back of her throat as she began to pump him ever so slightly in and out of her mouth, keeping as much of him inside her as she could.

That was it. That was all he could take. Gain could feel the incredibly excitement she was creating building to the point where his entire body was throbbing in time with the movements of her mouth as it pulsed up and down on him; he could feel the wave begin to break over him as he grabbed her head more firmly to guide her wet caresses.

Nina's hands dropped from him, and just that sign of surrender to him threw him violently over the edge. He arched his hips and threw his head back with a moan that was ripped from his lungs as the spasms she created were ripped from his loins, almost struggling against the rampant rapture yet welcoming it completely, holding her still as she greedily gulped at him and the diminishing waves of pleasure crashed through every inch of his body.

He remained tense, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, noticing in an entirely non sequitur fashion that the windows were open, as usual. It was a good thing they'd deliberately bought a house in the country with some acreage, although he'd whispered in her ear at the time that it was so no one would hear her scream, and yet here she'd reduced him to a mindless blob in a matter of an embarrassingly few short minutes...

Gain reached down and cradled her head in his big hands, beckoning her to rise and stand against him. Even though it was only a couple of steps to the bed, he picked her up and carried her to it, laying her down on the frilly flowered comforter of the bed they'd left not long ago, then following her down onto it.

Nina looked up into her husband's eyes that were suddenly very serious. "Do you know how much I love you?" came the unexpected, gravelly question.

Chapter Two

Nodding, she reached up and laid her small hand against his tanned cheek, looking deeply into those stormy gray eyes as tears filling her own at the depth of feeling that welled inside her for this wonderful man. The words wouldn't come - they were too full of emotion to work themselves out of her tightly constricted throat. They meant too much and were adequate to the task of expressing how she felt about him anyway. Nina didn't feel that there was much of anything she could do or say that would really and truly convey her feelings for her husband, and she knew that he understood that, because it was the same way for him, too.

So they did their best with the clumsy words humans had for such reverent, colossal, bone deep things, then tried to show each other instead, putting feelings and thoughts and words to deed. And one of the biggest ways that Gain showed her his love was to discipline her when he felt she needed it.

"And," he whispered gutturally against her hair, "you know that, as wonderful as that was, that it's not going to get you out of your spanking." Gain's voice was naturally so deep that his whispers sounded scary even when he didn't necessarily want them to.

He felt the shiver run through her body at his words, knowing it was not inspired by a fear of him at all, but rather a few of the punishment itself.

And she did well to fear it.

Gain hugged her to him, molding her tightly against his body from shoulder to knee - or as closely as they could get considering the disparity in their sizes - rubbing a big hand over her back. Everything he loved in this world was contained in this five foot four, hundred some odd pound package. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he adored her. He knew he didn't - and truthfully couldn't - say it often enough, but he tried to show her as best her could how he felt about her, and part of that was making sure that he followed through on what he said, whether it was just bringing home a pizza for dinner when he said he was going to, or giving her a paddling when she'd disobeyed him and bought a television that probably cost as much as their first house.

But he didn't want to. He did, but he didn't. Her punishments weren't play. He didn't give cutesy pats on the bottom when he knew what she needed was to truly regret what she'd done and learn from it. And it wasn't easy.

Luckily, she was generally very well behaved - not the type to act out due to a lack of attention, because he made sure she got the attention she needed. Heck, she was the only thing in this world he paid attention to other than their company. And if she'd just told him that she really wanted one of these things, they might have worked it out and come to an agreement to buy it. Together.

But that wasn't the mutual decision they'd made, and the only way she could have paid for the monstrosity in the foyer was if she'd either put it on a credit card or taken the money out of their savings, neither of which was supposed to be done with anything less than mutual consent.

So he was going to spank her, good and hard. But that didn't mean that he had to like doing it.

And therein lay the hitch.

Intellectually, he hated to hurt her. In fact, he'd spent all of his life trying to make sure that she didn't get hurt, yet here he was, sitting up against the headboard. It nearly killed him to do it, and he had to do a certain amount of psyching himself up in order to actually go through with the act.

He could see her crestfallen look, as if she'd really bought into the idea that she could use sex to wheedle out of a punishment that she knew well and good she had coming, and his lips were tugged into a reluctant grin as he pulled her over his lap and slid her elastic waist shorts and panties just to the tops of her knees. Generally, he didn't find anything amusing about these punishments at all.

But his body loved it. How could it not? She was practically naked - except for her shirt and bra - and covered a part of his body that wanted her the most. But it wasn't just her close proximity, he was afraid. It was the spanking itself, which he purported to hate.

He reached over her to grab the paddle, putting it next to her head so that she could see and dread it as he gave her a warm up spanking.

He knew that some of it was the physical intimacy, but that the majority of it was the psychological intimacy, and frankly, the power. The idea that this grown woman was lying over his lap with her bottom - her beautiful, firmly rounded bottom - bared so that he could apply a physical correction to it that had no resemblance to any sort of play acting, and was going to hurt her and make her cry - had him completely hard again even after she'd completely drained him only minutes before.

Gain reached down and smoothed her hair back from her eyes. "You know why you're here, don't you?"

Pouting her lips outrageously, Nina nodded. "Yeah."

His big hand covered her rear. "And why is that?"

"B-because I bought us a really nice plasma TV when I knew we hadn't agreed to it."

"Very good. And, just out of a sense of morbid curiosity, how did you pay for the television, Nina?"

She had the good grace to gulp. "I put it on a new store card so I could get an extra ten percent off."

"And what's the rule about credit cards in our house?"

"No new ones, and don't use the ones we have unless we both agree to."

Gain caught her eye. "So you deliberately disobeyed me twice, then, didn't you?"

Nina sighed. "Yes, I did."

That big hand rubbed over and over her bottom, before he started spanking, when the rubbing would do her no good at all. "Then you're going to get two punishments, Nina. Two bad punishments. One right now and one tonight, after our guests leave. And," he added, just for good measure in case she didn't realize exactly what was going to happen, "you're going to return that television as soon as possible. We're not going to watch it tonight and then send it back - "

"But - "

All it took was a look, and she wished she hadn't spoken.

Gain continued, as if she hadn't. "And then you're going to cancel the card completely, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir." She was wondering about the inevitable shipping and restocking charges, but she wasn't about to bring them up.

"And you're not going to do something like this again, are you?"

Nina bit her lip. "No, Sir."

"That's right; because I'm going to make sure that your bottom starts to sting if the thought so much as crosses your mind."

He was horridly good at this. So good that he had her kicking her legs up and actively trying to squirm off his lap within the first ten swats. It didn't help that his hand was so big and hard and unforgiving - he didn't really need the paddle, he had his own home grown one! He didn't really establish a rhythm, just swatted those lovely cheeks over and over, up and down, then down the tender backs of her legs, which drew even louder screams.

Nina's legs kicked his hands as he drew them back and he ignored it, clamping his left arm around her waist like an iron band when she nearly leaned all the way off his lap trying to avoid his slaps. But she couldn't get away that easily. He couldn't love her in half measures, and they had both agreed that physical discipline was something they'd both agreed helped her enormously.

"Please, Gain, stop nooooo!" When he spanked, Gain meant business. He didn't give light or warning spankings. He didn't do sensual spankings. When his hand met her butt, the spot he'd chosen exploded with a sharp pain that only gradually diminished to a bee like sting - and he couldn't help but overlap swats, so she was often getting swatted in the same place many times over, until she would swear that even just the air was hurting her sore, swollen butt.

Just in case she felt inclined to reach back, which would require him to make the spanking that much harder on her, he grabbed her far hand and held it tight to her waist. "I'm not going to stop until I think you've learned your lesson, Nina. And you've still got the paddle coming."

She'd begun sobbing her heart out long before he reached for the paddle - she couldn't imagine how horrid that was going to feel on her freshly tenderized rear.

Nina couldn't help it. She shrieked and kicked and writhed with each sharp, hard swat. There was no thought as to her dignity or embarrassment at having been driven to the point where she was mindlessly trying to avoid any contact between her bottom and that unforgiving slab of wood.

It always amazed her how much it actually hurt - just plain old hurt. And the sound - the dull sharp thud crack as it made that burning connection with her vulnerable, exposed tail - was almost worse than the feeling itself. It made the swats that much harder to bear - especially when that sound was followed immediately by her own, almost indignant sounding shrieks and groans.

And she couldn't possibly manage to be so completely involved - so completely submitted or surrendered - and still look or feel in the least attractive, with her nose running and her hair matted to her face by copious rivers of tears, and, she was sure, her bottom shining like a red beacon, as if he was polishing rather than spanking it.

At the very last - she could only hope - he gave her a flurry of ten or so swats, not that she was coherent enough to count. They were quick snaps of his wrist meant to be fast and furious and unforgettable, and they were.

But when he stopped, he consciously didn't put the paddle down, and, even in her punished haze, that was something Nina paid close attention to. He did lean down to her, hating the sight of the aguish he'd caused her as it was reflected on her face. "Do you think you're going to remember the next time that even if you want it, if we've decided - or if I've decided - that we don't need it, then you're not going to disobey me and get it anyway?"

"Y - Yes, Sir!" she cried, fresh tears running down her face.

"Are you sure that you don't need some more? Because this isn't a new rule, Nina. And if I ever have to do this again, what you just got is going to seem like a walk in the park," he warned.

But Nina was quite sure she didn't need - or want - even one more swat. "No - no, I'll remember! I promise, I promise!!" She would have told him that she'd lay a golden egg if it would have gotten her out of another round with that horrid paddle.

He knew he shouldn't be relenting so quickly, but he also knew he had to. He certainly didn't want to torture her. He just wanted her to learn her lesson.

Nina watched through swollen, bleary eyes and the occasional strands of wet hair as he finally turned and put the paddle into her nightstand, where all such things were kept, by his order, then turned back to where she was swiping her hand ineffectually across her face, trying to mop it up.

As he scooched her off his lap, he reached over to grab a handful of Kleenex, then brought her up close to him to dry her face very gently and carefully himself while she sniffled and snorted indelicately. When he was through, he hugged her tight, letting his hand wander down to that still radiating bottom, covering it entirely but very lightly.

As he nuzzled her ear, he asked, "Are you all right?" in that deep, throaty tone that let his true concern for her well being show through.

Nina was still crying a little - her butt was going to sting for quite some time, he'd seen to that. But she knew that she needed to reassure him that she was okay - if uncomfortable, which was, of course, the point of the whole thing.

"I'm fine," she breathed, closing her eyes as his lips wandered over her damp face, then claimed hers in a tender, but powerfully possessive kiss that rocked her to the soles of her feet, then wrapped his big arms around her and held her against him as if he would never let her go.

"Gain?" she whispered, curling into him, returning the reassurance that he was giving her right back to him.

"Yes, my love?" He squeezed her just slightly in reply.

"Th-thank you."

"Awwww, sweetie." It broke his heart when she thanked him for punishing her like that, even while her bottom was still hot to the touch. "You know I love you. I love you enough to do that for you. To bring you back into line when you've disobeyed."

She was shaking her head against his chest. "I know."

"And you know I only do it because I love you so much, and because I know it's good for you, makes you feel secure and loved and helps you be a better person. I could never do it otherwise."

"I know."

Even though it went against his grain to reward her after a punishment, Gain couldn't resist. She looked so forlorn and poutily sexy that he had to. He kissed her again, deepening it, slanting his mouth across hers and taking possession of her, as was his right.

As they kissed, and he grew more and more aroused, despite the fact that he was well past his randy youth, he leaned her over onto her back, letting his hands do the dirty work of getting her nude, the way he always wanted her. He'd toyed with the idea of making it a rule that she wear no clothes in the house, but realized that it would probably make her terribly self conscious, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable in her own home.

But he had done it on occasion - made a temporary rule when he'd come home from work on a Friday night that she wasn't allowed to don clothes again until she had to go to work Monday morning. And they'd barely made it out of bed all weekend.

Once she was naked, though, his mind flipped off to a certain extent, and logical thinking that didn't pertain to making certain that she had a screaming orgasm or twenty went out the window. She had whimpered when her raw red bottom hit the comforter, and he sought to ease that ache, as well as others he knew had been created, despite the pain he'd brought her.

It was an interesting dichotomy; the fact that even though his punishments hurt, they still left her aroused. He had no doubt whatsoever that her cries of pain and indignation were absolutely valid. But every single time he'd ever checked her right after a spanking, she'd been literally soaking wet, and usually rubbing lasciviously up against the hand that was investigating the situation.

When he looked at her, really looked at her, he had to take a breath. She was beautiful - just as beautiful to him as she had been on their wedding. None of his feelings had changed even a scintilla. She still gave him the rock hardest hard on he'd ever experienced, each and every time he saw her, and she still made his heart thud painfully in his chest when she cried or even so much as looked sad.