Taking His Hand (Under His Roof #2) (4 page)

Smiling to myself, but keeping a firm expression for Opal, I lead her to the discipline room.

“
It hasn’t changed much,” she says, walking in.

“
Nope. But soon there’ll be a big change. I’m building a new office.” I pull the curtain open so that she can see my progress out in the yard. Almost all of the framing is done, so it’s starting to look like an actual space.

“
Lots of new clients or something?” she asks, unbuttoning her skirt and casually letting it fall to her ankles.

“
New girlfriend, actually.”

“
David! Seriously?” Opal beams at me and throws her arms around my neck in an uncharacteristic show of affection. “That’s so awesome.”

“
Thanks. It is pretty awesome.”

“
You deserve a great girl. I hope she’s good enough for you.”

“
She’s better than that. I hope I’m good enough for her.” I walk to my supply cabinet and contemplate which paddle I’ll use.

“
As I’ve gotten to know you, I wondered why you were single. I’m sure you’re the perfect boyfriend.”

It amuses me she’s complimenting me while I’m simultaneously selecting a small oak paddle to use on her behind. I keep that to myself, though, and keep character. She’s kept her bra on, and her panties, and her sheer, black, thigh high stockings.

“
Get on your hands and knees on the daybed, Opal.” I point for emphasis.

She obeys without hesitation, gracefully putting herself in position on the bed. She arches her back so her ass juts out into a perfect target.

“
I understand why you took a break from my discipline.” I position myself by her side, with one hand on her waist and the other on the lace of her black panties. I tug at them a bit, pulling them off her curves until most of her ass is exposed and the fabric nestles into her crack. She stiffens at the exposure. “I’m proud of you for scheduling this appointment. You always know what you need, and you work to get it. With your clients, with your art…” I pause, raising my right hand in the air. She tenses. “And with your discipline. With your emotions. You’re a good person, Opal.”

With the introduction out of the way, I begin. I spank her firmly, but not too hard at first. I know Opal can take a lot of pain, and I want to give her that today. Her white skin turns pink right away with my slaps and I recall the other reason I love spanking her. The stark contrast between her pale, snowy flesh and the bright red of her well-spanked ass is fucking incredible.

She moans while I spank. I don’t pause at all, not once, for a full five minutes. I’m spanking slow but purposefully,. She grimaces with every swat, but doesn’t break position or cry out in pain. She’s grasping the daybed’s duvet with both of her small fists, and her muscles tighten as she processes the pain.

After five minutes, I stop for a moment, giving my hand a chance to recover. I look at it, and, curious, compare the red of my palm to the red of her ass. Her ass is redder.

“
You’ve made my hand sting,” I muse. I keep my left hand on her waist. I’m not holding her in place, but reminding her that she should keep position.

“
Gee, I’m
so
sorry.” She looks back at me and gives me a playful smile.

“
No worries, my dear. I can take a little more.” I begin anew, harder now, really spanking her ass with force.

As my hand crashes into her bottom, her flesh molds around my palm. It’s temporary art.

“
Oh! Shit!” she moans softly, moving her hips just a little when I strike her lower bottom, right where she’ll feel when she sits down. “Ow!”

“
Shush.”

I’m spanking slower, but harder, and I keep it going for another full five minutes. Her ass turns from pink to bright pink, then closer to red. By the time the five minutes are up, Opal has laid her head down on the bed. She’s sniffling into the covers and groaning in pain. When I pause, she takes a deep breath.

She knows I’m not done. This is the part of our session where Opal begins to regret asking for a firm spanking. But she won’t back down. She never does.

I hook my fingers around the elastic band of her panties and pull them down until they hug her thighs. Her pussy lips are in full view: shaved, red, and glistening with wetness. I feel a new twinge, one I haven’t felt in a long time. I wonder what Rachel would think if she could see the way I got lost in that view. I turn away quickly.

“
I’m going to give you a little break before I paddle you. Do you prefer to stay where you are, or do you want to stand in the corner?”

“
I want to stay here, David,” she whispers.

“
Good girl.” I pull my chair over to the bed and sit beside her, near her head, giving her privacy for a moment. “I want you to quit smoking.”

She nods, sniffling, and I brush a tear from her cheek.

“
And I want you to work harder. Do you think you can focus?”

“
Yes, David.”

“
You have so much potential. Don’t let your friends take that away. Understand?”

“
Yes, David.”

We sit quietly. Or, rather, I sit. She’s still on her elbows and knees, her face resting on the bed, staring at me. Occasionally I reach over to wipe away her tears. She’s silently crying. It’s release, not sadness.

“
What’s she like?” Opal asks suddenly, staring into my eyes with a directness, a confidence, that would make any man’s—or woman’s—heart race.

“
My girlfriend?”

“
Yeah.”

“
She’s in marketing. Her name is Rachel.”

“
Was she a date first or a client first?” Again, Opal’s directness slays me.

“
She was a client, but I met her again in public and we went from there.”

“
Pretty? Smart?”

Rachel’s smile suddenly fills my head. “She’s…she’s like a total dream girl. Beyond pretty. Beyond smart. She’s just it. I knew it almost immediately.” I pause, reflecting on my beautiful girl. “I feel like I’m going to wake up sometime and be back where I was before. Like it’s too good.”

“
You love her.”

“
I do.”

She smiles. “I’m happy for you.”

“
Thank you,” I whisper, standing up. I tenderly brush Opal’s black hair behind her ear. When I reach for the paddle, she whimpers softly.

“
You need this,” I remind her, resuming my position by her side. I grasp her waist again, but firmer this time, holding her tight. I doubt she’ll be able to hold still. “You deserve this.”

“
I know.”

The moment I begin, cries flow from Opal’s lips. Her pain is very real. I’m paddling her firmly, persistently, with rhythm. There’s no need for her to wonder when the next spank will be. She needs to do nothing but think of her stinging flesh, and what behavior brought her to this position.

“
David! Please! Fuck!” She kicks her legs, and I’m hold her up by her waist. “Stop! Please!”

“
No whining, Opal.” I paddle her harder.

“
Oh, God…” she groans, pounding the bed with her fists. When she reaches back with one hand to shield her ass from the paddle, I pause, my arm in the air.

She whimpers.

I wait.

She moves her hand, and I continue. We’ve played this game before. I’m relentless and I won’t stop until I’ve decided she’s had enough. I focus my attention on her lower ass cheeks where I know she’ll feel the pain every time she sits for the next few days. I imagine her sitting in a swivel chair, emailing a client or finishing a design, the skin at the top of her thighs still tender as she remembers being spanked to tears in my discipline room.

When Opal’s sniffles turn to a steady sob, I slow my pace and bring her down. Every spank gets lighter, and I follow with a gentle caress right where I’ve struck her. Her shoulders shake with her tears of agony and relief. Finally, when her sobs subside, I stop and put the paddle down. I push her waist gently until she lies down flat on the daybed, and I sit beside her, rubbing her back.

“
You’re so brave, Opal.”

“
Thank you, David.” She manages a smile up at me.

I reach for a box of tissues and hand her one. She wipes her nose.

“
Tell me again about your goals for the week.” My voice is stern so she knows I’m still talking business. This isn’t casual conversation.

“
Quit smoking,” she whispers.

“
And?”

“
And focus on work.”

“
Good girl.” I squeeze her left shoulder, then her right. She’s tension-free, completely relaxed lying next to me. I nearly wince when I glance back at her ass. It’s deep red, with spots of purple. She’ll have some bruising, but it’ll all be healed within a couple of days. “You took one hell of a spanking today.” I hand her a mirror I keep tucked away for these purposes.

She takes it and angles it back, her eyes widening at the sight. “Wow.”

“
Okay, my dear. I’ll leave you to recover. Do you want a glass of water or anything?”

She nods. “Water, please.”

I bring her a glass of ice water, and sit beside her while she recovers from her session. Some of my clients want to be left alone after they’re spanked. Others want comfort, they want their backs rubbed or hugs. Opal always just wants company.

She drifts in and out of sleep for a half hour or so while I read a book beside her. When she yawns and stretches out, I put my book down and get up to let her get dressed in private.

A moment later, she comes out to find me. She’s refreshed her make-up and looks like a new person. Her face is happy and bright. I get up to say goodbye and she throws her arms around me.

“
Thank you,” she says, squeezing me tightly. “Same time next week?”

I grin. I’m happy to have her on my regular rotation again. “I think so. I have to check with—”

“
Holy shit,” she interrupts. “You have to check with your girlfriend! You are totally smitten.”

I roll my eyes and lead her to the front door. “Soon, I’ll have the office done. I just need to coordinate schedules with her for now. I don’t want her here when I have a client.”

“
Well. Send me a message if Sunday works. If not, maybe a weekday.”

“
Be good, Opal.”

“
I will. Promise.”

~3~

Rachel

“
So, what’s he like?” Sam leans forward, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“
Your hair is gonna get in your yogurt,” I warn. Her bright blond locks are dangerously hovering over her blackberry yogurt parfait.

With a flick of her head, she flips her hair behind her shoulders.

I know Sam well enough to know she won’t mind her own damn business on the matter of David and me in bed. Which is annoying, but also one of her fun traits. She takes sex very seriously.

“
I don’t know…he’s gentle. But…also, sometimes not gentle…” I feel myself blush a little trying to describe how David is. I know how he is. He’s firm. Persistent. He’s dominant and kind.

Sam rolls her eyes dramatically. “He’s gentle but not gentle. Great description, Rach.”

“
He’s the best lover I’ve ever had.”

Her mouth drops. “Seriously? That’s awesome.”

“
Yeah. It is.”

“
Are you still on the pill?” She looks at me all concerned.

“
Yes. Thanks, Mom.”