Free Unexpected Consequences by Cara Bristol Page A

Rod and Cane provided much needed guidance and encouragement to engage in a lifestyle that was misunderstood by society. Yet even with the organization’s support, Jared had been a little unprepared for his duty as disciplinarian. Paddling Melania had touched him in ways he never anticipated.
    He stroked his chin. “Before Melania, I had spanked a couple of girlfriends when they acted disrespectfully or mouthy, so I thought I knew what to expect. But disciplining Melania was a completely different experience.”
    “How so?” Otis asked.
    “Even though Melania angered me by lying, as I was spanking her, I loved her so much, it was painful.” Each strike of the paddle had seemed to ricochet through his chest. He’d lived each swat.
    He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “What shocked me even more was how much her submission turned me on.” He gave a self-deprecating snort of laughter. He’d been so hard by the time he’d finished, he’d thought his cock was going to explode.
    Everything about Melania aroused him: her innocence, her spontaneity, her uninhibited response to his touch. It thrilled him in a possessive, primitive way that he was the first man to know her, to touch her intimately, to taste the sweetest pussy on God’s earth, and to fuck her. He loved knowing she had committed to him and to him alone.
    Why wouldn’t her submission arouse him also?
    Jared squeezed his eyes shut. Instantly a picture of Melania, near naked and bent over the bench, filled his mind, and he could feel his body respond to the image, the blood coursing through his veins. He opened his eyes.
    Despite Melania’s reluctance, when she bowed over the form and presented her tender ass to him, heat had burned through him like wildfire whipped by the Santa Ana winds. After he’d struck her the first time with the paddle, her tender cheeks blushed immediately.
    He’d expected an erotic spanking to be a turn-on, but a disciplinary one? Jared eyed Otis and Tucker, wondering if they experienced the same with their wives. They were mature, married men, not high school boys sharing their fictitious exploits in the locker room. Intimate moments, disciplinary and sexual, that a man shared with his wife were meant to be private. Yet Jared needed to release some of the emotion bottled up inside.
    “I didn’t expect—” Jared broke off and looked away. “The pinker her ass became, well, the more it turned me on.” His frank words sounded almost crude, but they were true. He’d had to force himself to focus on the discipline and not on coloring her ass.
    Christ, he was getting hard again thinking about it. He shifted in his seat.
    “Non-spankos don’t understand the eroticism of discipline.” Otis nodded.
    “Candi and I have our best sex after a spanking. That’s another great thing about maintenance,” Tucker added.
    Jared pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling how the spanking he’d given Melania had had the opposite effect. “Melania wouldn’t let me touch her.” He’d wanted to comfort and soothe her, to make love to her and deepen the intimacy, but she had rejected his overture—rejected him. Her quiet “don’t” had been nonnegotiable.
    “She will,” Tucker said confidently.
    “Give her a little time,” Otis added. “Even though wives might appear to rebel, having a strong, dominant husband is a turn-on, and the marriage becomes more passionate.”
    That seemed impossible. Melania had sobbed during the spanking and wouldn’t look at him afterward. Every time he touched her during the evening, she had tensed or flinched. Christ, what if she was afraid of him now? What would he do?
    Eroticism wasn’t the purpose of domestic discipline anyway. A punishment spanking wasn’t supposed to be pleasant. If it was, wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? Jared sighed. Melania’s withdrawal had been the more appropriate response.
    He couldn’t imagine Melania’s sobs of pain turning into cries of passion. He