Free To Love a Man by Carolyn Faulkner

Elise?”
    She nodded and received a swift swat.
    “Answer me out loud, love. I’m going to be tending to your bottom and I might miss a nod.”
    He’d said, “Tending to your bottom.” She practically orgasmed right then and there!
    “Elise!” His sharp rebuke was accompanied by two more horrible swats.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    It just slipped out of her mouth automatically, the lovechild of both her own fantasies and nights spent trolling the Internet for stories with which to titillate herself.
    “I like that. I like that a lot. Very good initiative, Ellie, not that it’s going to help you this evening.”
    Damn – she had a horrible feeling that she was going to need all the help she could get tonight, if the way he was smacking her was any indication of how things were going to go.
    And they definitely were.
    She never thought a spanking would hurt that much, really. Granted, she had nothing to compare it to. Her parents hadn’t touched her – she had been the Queen of Time Outs. Was this worse than usual? Better? God forbid!
    She had always thought that she wouldn’t cry – it wasn’t something she did easily anyway – but she lost that illusion almost immediately, within the first ten swats or so, and it certainly didn’t end there.
    It felt as if it went on forever, and the horrendous sting whenever his hand connected with her flaming flesh was absolutely unbearable.
    Her feet began to venture up first, her leg bent at the knee, tentatively then much less so, until eventually, she actually kicked back with one whole leg, narrowly missing him.
    She learned that night not to do that, ever again, because it just earned her twenty or so swats to the backs of her legs, which – Ellie was truly horrified to discover – were a thousand times more sensitive than her bottom ever thought of being, and that was bad enough.
    When he’d finished spanking the backs of her thighs, he put his hand on her rear and it nearly covered all of it at once. “No kicking, Elise. That’s very naughty, as is deliberately disobeying me, which is why this spanking is a little more severe – despite it being your first – than it might have been if you’d done something that I consider to be a lesser crime. When I tell you not to do something, I expect you not to do it.”
    That hand emphasized the heck out of his last sentence, and all Ellie could do was sob into the pillow he’d given her as that same hand trailed deliberately down her rounded nates, covering her cleft, until his fingers hovered over that area where butt met thigh.
    “Open your legs for me, Ellie.”
    It as no more than a whisper, but intoned so that there was no way she could have missed it, strong and firm and deep.
    And an order she was quite unlikely to ignore, considering what she’d just been through – and that was exactly what he was thinking.
    It did have her sobbing more loudly than she had been. Her cries had died down to snuffles, but they rose in volume and frequency at his words.
    But he did not relent.
    And, just before he would have commenced spanking her again, she began to walk her feet apart, stopping entirely too quickly, as if she thought he wasn’t going to notice.
    A warning pinch on her behind got her to widen them a bit more, but her feet were still entirely too close together, so he stood behind her and kicked them rudely apart, making her squeal in surprise.
    “If you value your backside you won’t move them again until I say you can get up. Am I making myself clear?”
    “Y-yes, Sir.”
    He could hear how her voice trembled, but he didn’t let it deter him in the least. A little fear wasn’t such a bad thing, especially not in this kind of relationship.
    Cal didn’t bother to move but remained very close behind her, the fingers of his right hand beginning to disappear into that moist grotto between her legs, and the closer he got to her more private place, the more high pitched her cries became.
    “Quiet,” he said,