Free To Love a Man by Carolyn Faulkner Page A

almost gently.
    She clamped her mouth shut and her over-eagerness to please brought a small smile to his lips.
    “Oh, dear, Ellie, I believe I have determined that you have another spanking coming.”
    “No, please!” She wasn’t at all too proud – she was dismayed to realize – to beg. Not at all. She didn’t think she could take another spanking on top of the one she’d already endured.
    “Not right now, silly. But within the next few days. I don’t like too much time to elapse between a misdeed and the subsequent punishment. Do you remember what it will be for, Ellie?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “And what is that?”
    She out and out sobbed as she admitted, “I-I told you tha-that I wasn’t a submissive.”
    One big finger found her opening and dipped into the cream that dripped out of her. “And that was a lie, wasn’t it?”
    “Ye-yes, Sir!”
    He withdrew his hand abruptly, and, as she lay there, Ellie could clearly hear the sounds of him licking his fingers clean behind her.
    She was well aware that she was not to get up, but she was surprised when she felt him step up behind her, caging her legs closed with his own, pressing himself against her very sore bottom.
    And then she could feel it, she could feel his erection pressing against her, and she could feel the knuckles of his hand – the same hand that had disciplined her – rubbing against that swollen, inflamed skin as he stroked himself.
    She wiggled and twisted and tried to get away, but he had her legs clenched between his and a hand on her lower back, keeping her in place, making her lie there and submit to him as he came – in embarrassingly short order – all over her back.
    Ellie had to admit she felt not a small surge of power when he groaned loudly and she didn’t even mind that it hurt when his hips bucked up against her behind.
    When he was done, he cleaned her up with a tissue then collapsed over her, his hand twining into her hair. “Don’t ever cut this, by the way,” he breathed, and his stern tone – even as he panted raggedly – made her lower body contract.
    “Yes, Sir,” she sobbed.
    “Good girl.”
    When he finally let her up, after he’d brought her panties back up and smoothed down her skirt quite primly, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. “God damn, woman, that was... it was amazing!”
    Her cheeks were still wet with tears and he reached down to offer her a Kleenex.
    Ellie dried her tears and blew her nose, snuggling right back into his arms.
    “Well, I should probably get you home,” Cal offered, fishing in his jeans pocket for his keys.
    Her lower lip hitting the thick pile carpeting as she looked up at him, Ellie asked, doing a dance that was surprisingly like the ‘I need to potty’ dance little girls did, locking her legs tightly together against the ache he had created between them. “But what about me?”
    Cal looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “That’s quite a bold question for a miss who just got her hide tanned, isn’t it?”
    “But—”
    “I’m not about to pleasure a girl who’s misbehaved, Ellie. I don’t want to send you mixed messages. If I’ve had to punish you, then you can hardly expect that I’m going to reward you minutes later.”
    “Yes, I can!” she whined.
    He caught her hand in his and headed for the door, saying in a no nonsense tone, “Well, you can expect it all you like, honey, but you’re not going to get it.”

Chapter 6
     
    Ellie had been amazed at how beautifully things progressed between them – except of course the spankings. She didn’t think she’d ever quite get over just how much they hurt ! And once he’d begun spanking her, it seemed she was always getting it for something, and how badly it went for her depended entirely on what she’d done.
    He didn’t try to trap her into anything; oh no, she was fully capable of getting into quite enough trouble without him having to resort to any machinations.
    But Cal didn’t want