It’s my greatest accolade, and always will be 
I really hope you enjoy Part Two. If the story is to read true for many parts still to come, there cannot be constant twists in each part, Dirk and Susanne need time to discover one another
Nurturing Susanne
For L
Part Two
Taming His Spitfire
Susanne was delighting under Dirk’s gentle touch as he cupped her face turning her gaze to his. She swooned. A kiss?
“Your turn, sweet Susanne,” he uttered.
What?
What’s that now?
Susanne’s goofy love-sick smile fell off her face faster than Karen had skipped from the gym. “You want me.... You want me....you mean I’m getting......” she struggled, incredulous. “Haven’t I just? That’s to say I spanked.....”She did. She’d just spanked a woman. Hold up! What had just happened?
Susanne Blanc appraised the last few minutes of her life with incredulity and a healthy virtual slap around her face. Just what in the name of Pete had she just affected? She’d spanked, as in corporally punished a subordinate... on site – with a co-conspirator. She could lose her job! She looked to Dirk - Dirk her former crush - to anchor her spinning thoughts, only to see him stood silently, arms folded across his chest, head tilted as he seemed to be able to read her thoughts. It was most disconcerting. “Dirk, I have to get out of here.” She stood abruptly, flapping like a chicken, searching for her purse. No, she didn’t have her purse because fifteen minutes ago she was sat stewing in her classroom about Dirk playing her off against a twenty year old. “And you!” she found her senses suddenly, wagging her finger at Dirk. “You’re sleeping with a kid the same age as my twins!”
“Whoa!” Dirk’s face flashed thunder. “Excuse me?” His eyebrows almost slid off of his face.
This was a bad sign. A very bad sign indeed. As eyebrows went, she’d learned fast to judge by increments, and the height of his eyebrows right now was akin to when Karen had been hurtful towards her. “What?” she hedged and stood her ground.
Dirk’s eyes didn’t leave hers as he dragged a chair to face hers and sat, rolling his shirt sleeves to the elbow.
Susanne’s mouth dried. She hovered ridiculously, by her chair, nervously running her fingers along the back. They used these chairs for assembly for Pete’s sake, and now...
“Susanne,” Dirk garnered her attention softly, a little pain in his voice, it seemed, not what she anticipated. “You have earned a trip over my lap.”
She’d no clue why, “when?” she asked.
Dirk was obviously keeping score, he started counting off her misdemeanours on his fingers. “You arrived unannounced.”
Well, that was true, and gracious given she’d dumped herself on the floor unceremoniously.
“You interrupted my party for two.”
Ouch, that hurt, but also true.
“And worst, positively the most heinous crime today...”
She’d interfered with his happy ending? Geez, no-one said 'heinous' outside a courtroom.
“You allowed Karen’s language-”
“What? I spanked her for it! Hard!” she interjected. That was unfair. The rest he could pin on her, but not that. “Anyway, you allowed it too,” she countered. As the words fell from her mouth she knew how childish, how petty that sounded. She sighed, the extent of her sudden blush reaching far down her décolleté.
“Finished?” Dirk wore a ‘mind me’ look. He wore it well. Susanne nodded, chastised and mute – for now. “As I was attempting to say,” - he shot her a scathing glare – “You allowed Karen’s language to be directed at you. That’s unacceptable to me.”
She had to ask, “Why?”
“Why? Because it hurt me to hear such ugly words aimed at you.” His entire demeanour had morphed. It really had upset him.
“I don’t mind, Dirk.”
“You should.” He patted his lap as though it was a foregone conclusion. “C’mon.”
“I don’t think so!” She snorted. “Never in my life!”
He watched her, with great enthusiasm and without moving a jot. When he finally spoke, it was tenderly. “Yet you’re still here.”
Susanne paled. He was correct. She could have gone any time she wanted. He’d never once told her she couldn’t leave...
“Over here, young lady. You need taking down off that high horse. You’ve needed someone to take charge of your needs for a very long time.”
Young lady! She felt as old as the hills most evenings when she arrived home to an empty nest, but his tone brooked no delay. She tentatively stood before him, chewing her lip in anticipation. The butterflies! Her tummy felt alive with butterflies and that cord pulled ever tighter between hearing ‘that’ voice, and between her legs.
“Mr Tate,” – she scoffed – “I do not need your guidance or your care, and I am certainly not ‘going over your lap’” she did air quotes to press her point.
“And yet you are still here.” He sat, unflappable.
“Yeah, and leaving.”
Susanne scraped what was left of her dignity up off of the floor and marched out of the gym. How dare he..... How DARE he treat her the same as that jumped up little, foul mouthed, short skirted tart! The solo crisp clicking of her heels on her return trip to her classroom assured her that she wasn’t being followed. Good. Horrid man! She shuddered, outraged. She wasn’t some man’s game! Been there, got the kids, wore the divorce.......High horse! Her teeth ground together, her stride shortened as she marched briskly the fifteen damn miles back to her room.
Inside the security of her room, she shut the door, leaning against it and closing her eyes. If he thought for one minute that he and Karen would be autopsying her bottom, her reactions..... well!
...And that’s when Susanne cried.
She wept for the woman who had been insulted for months here, and not by her boys, by the staff. She wept for her loss of dignity. She wept because she was now a perverted voyeur and an abuser! She wept because she’d been led to believe that Dirk may be romantically interested in her, but no, all he wanted was new material. How could she make this guy a priority when he treated her as though she was an option? Dick!
She wept because she was a fool. She was the worst kind of fool, a gullible idiot, worthless as anything other than a toy. At one time that might have had some appeal – Dirk Tate’s toy. Right now it made her cry so hard her head hurt.
Sniffling, the worst of her outpouring over, she gathered up her marking. She’d take it home for the weekend; snuggle into her father’s old chair and grade papers. She would eat donuts and drink coffee for the day and a bottle of wine from a respectable hour in the evening.... ok, mid afternoon.
Rushing towards her car she recalled how Dirk’s face had looked when he spoke of her allowing Karen to use such profanity against her. Either he was on par with Hollywood legends or that was genuine pain... He hadn’t raised his voice at her, either – just changed the tone. She shuddered, recalling her favourite tone of his voice. Mmmmm.
She rounded the corner and stopped in her tracks. It may have been left by anyone, she supposed, looking at the small wicker gift basket beside the driver’s door, but it hadn’t. Quickening her pace it occurred to Susanne that the butterflies were returned (and oddly welcomed). Inside he’d left a bottle of her favourite full-bodied red ... how did he know? And a DVD – Red Dust. Now, that was dang spooky, she’d never told anyone.... no, wait, he’d remembered that? She turned the DVD over revealing Jean Harlow and Clark Gable in their clinch, and delighted in the fact that someone – anyone, well no, Dirk had done the one thing no man had ever bothered to do – remember trivia about her. She looked around the empty lot, he was nowhere in sight... so, cheered entirely, she grinned and twirled and waltzed solo around her car humming a Bavarian Waltz, that quickly morphed into Sleeping Beauty’s ‘Once Upon A Dream’, like a goof.
Dirk sat in his car, enchanted, and punched the wheel with over exuberance... “Yes!” he cried. This was the Susanne he wanted to nurture, to bring out in herself - her frivolous, playful even spontaneous side before anything else. He sat revelling in the vision before him, such an unexpected delight. In his head he had already working out a quip for Monday morning... ‘I’ve never met anyone so happy to receive a bottle of wine before!’ he’d tell her. In truth he’d had the basket rattling around his car since Valentine’s Day – when he hadn’t dared to give it to her. ‘I never knew the waltz could be danced solo?’ No, no then she’d realize that he watched over her. There was nothing new in that. Susanne regularly left school after everyone else had. He made certain she got home safe, even if she didn’t know. He’d do the same tonight, and the next, and the next. Women were jewels, to be loved and protected, spoiled and cherished. Susanne was an exquisite jewel to which there was no equal. Classy, educated, a little sassy, sweet, well mannered and polite, cute, curvaceous, and rocked an old-school 40’s screen siren look unrivalled. She made everything achingly sensual and she didn’t take nonsense, not from anyone.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he thought about the way Karen had treated her. Oh! He was ridiculously proud, of course, of the way she’d broken Karen - and with such dignity and finesse, too, but Karen used such profanity against the woman he, yeah... was falling in love with, it crippled him to hear. What could he do, though? He’d never spank Karen again, that was to be his protest, but how could he make Susanne understand how fine she was? There was nothing ordinary about her, and she was a submissive, he’d swear to it, but only, he’d come to realise, selectively. She was scared to go over a lap, that much was evident in the gym... he wouldn’t ever take a lady by force, though. She needed to come to him, willingly, happily. The rest they could work out together. It was a challenge he passionately relished in head and heart, and with equal, aching fervour in his boxer briefs.
Mmm! Spanking that goddess... He groaned. She embodied everything he never knew he needed in a lady to utter perfection. To have his sweet Susanne’s submission would be an honour unsurpassable. He adjusted himself. Never easy in the driving seat, but it was getting ludicrously overcrowded in his pants. Go home, already, he grumbled, eager to be moving through the cool, darkening streets. Good! She slipped into her Lexus, and Dirk fired up his engine. As most nights, he followed at a safe distance behind her, the twenty nine miles home. He’d then a forty mile hike home himself, but it was worth it for his own peace of mind. There wasn’t anything at home that needed his attention anyway. He shuddered, pushing those horrific thoughts from his mind and paid attention instead to the woman of his dreams, instead. He’d wait, of course, until she was safely delivered home before turning back. He re-focused on Susanne. He was furious that she didn’t park her car in her garage and enter her house through it - so much safer than out on the driveway in plain sight. Riled, he gripped the wheel tightly. She isn’t yours, Jiminy Cricket leapt onto his shoulder unbidden. “But she might be”, he said aloud. She doesn’t know you, the annoying bloody bug added with malice. ‘No, but I thought I knew her,’ Dirk growled. He wasn’t so certain now, the gym hall had changed his perception of her, that was true, and given him an unholy hard-on, too. How he’d love to see her in the ‘clichéd school skirt.’ Susanne had spat the words with such derision it had made him harder! The skirt had worn Karen. Susanne...he shuddered - day-dreams running wild again - Susanne would wear it, and she'd be hotter 'n' a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire.
Dirk entered her street, sliding quietly into his regular spot, hidden almost entirely from Susanne’s house by a large tree. He quit the engine as Susanne, on cue, mounted the curb, abandoning the car somewhat on the driveway, but mostly on the lawn. For a fastidious woman in the workplace, the Susanne in her own domain wasn’t going to be, he wagered.
“Ugh!” Susanne threw her car keys in the bowl on the console table, kicking the front door to shut it. The house stood empty and unwelcoming at night now her twins were gone and it seriously put a dent in her high. ‘High’ however, could wait, she had to shower ‘all that’ off. She snagged a corkscrew and a glass, dumped the basket, and took immediately to the stairs.
Standing in her shower, attempting to rub an inch off her thighs with a loofah and an evening out of her brain, her thoughts turned, inevitably, to the evening. Hmmmm, she devoured a healthy slug of Burgundy’s finest wine. Thinking about it objectively, she’d spanked a woman who had asked for it. That was it. And she’d enjoyed it. Karen, not her, she corrected, taking a big slurp of oh-so-comforting wine. Therefore, she reasoned, Karen had asked for it – boy, had she ever asked for it! And then she’d left happy. So what harm had been done in actuality? Happy with her deductions, she breezed through her shower and bound down the stairs a moment later in her PJ’s and hair wrapped in a towel.
“WHOA!” she cried, skidding to an abrupt halt midway down. “Just what the hell?” she hissed, furious at the home intrusion. There, at the front door stood Dirk, his eyes ablaze. “What are you doing entering my house?” she managed, too frightened to move. She eyed her cell phone, spilled from her purse on the console. Damn and blast he was one of those freaking stalkers who kill, rape and torture, although possibly not in that order. “Well?” She demanded. Her father’s walking stick was propped behind her bedroom door...
“You left your front door wide open.”
“So?”
“So? So I’ve been stood here guarding your life for the last hour. Just what the hell do you find to do in the shower for that long?” he ground out, obviously infuriated.
Drink. “I think about guys who want to spank me for no reason,” she countered, matching his scowl. “Didn’t you think about maybe, I don’t know, merely pulling the door closed and leaving?” She took a single tentative step down.
Dirk nodded in something close to resignation, his tone changed to the glib one he used with students who were being unreasonable. “You know what? You’re right. But I’ll tell you this for free; if you were mine... If I had the pleasure of being a part of your life, I would spank your ass for that. Do you know how many home invasions there were in this neighbourhood last month? Four... Four! Don’t you care about yourself at all?”
Four? Shizzle.
However, she’d had enough of this game, and covered the last two steps to stand before him, angry as all hell. “All this ‘if’ this, and ‘if’ that. You know what you sound like? A crazed stalker. Who in their right mind wants to hit someone one minute and then buy them a bottle of hundred dollar wine?” she paced a little, too angry to be scared now, even if he stood a foot taller. “And one of my favourite films! Who does that? And how in the name of Pete do you even know where I live?”
“I do crazy shit because I love you. You are an exquisite jewel, the woman I want to be with, and my muse. I follow you home when you stay late at school to make certain you arrive home safe. I memorised the wine you love best and your preferred films from things YOU told ME in passing. I paid great attention, you can tell as I bought you the old one on DVD and not the modern one because I know you have a thing for Clarke Gable...ok?” Ugh, not exactly smooth. Not exactly the way he wanted to do this, but she’d pushed... and those silk pj’s were such a massive distraction they were turning him into a jabbering idiot. There’d be drool, no doubt. He should be halfway home now and thinking about caning Karen, but he knew he’d be thinking of Susanne, Karen not a remote thought, save for how magnificently Susanne had gotten through to her.
Susanne was in her own home. She was in shock, check, and struggling to take in all this new information, check, but she was playing hard-ball. “Think I’m going to turn weak at the knees and tell you ‘you had me at I love you?’ She defiantly folded her arms. “I’ve been doing a pretty good job on my own for the past six years before you showed up with your eager beaver palms and bottles of wine.”
Dirk sighed heavily, looking in two minds. Eventually he said, “May I come inside to discuss this?” He didn’t sound at all happy, his nostrils flared and his eyebrows..... Oh Lordy!
“You mean fight!”
“Semantics.”
“No,” she said, defiant to the last.
“No?” he asked. “Gonna be one hell of a relationship!” he growled.
“Oh yeah? What relationship?” Susanne was beyond reason. She knew this. All this time she’d been thinking ‘what a prick. Yeah, but a gorgeous one!’ He had stood guard at her door. He’d bought her expensive wine....
“Why don’t you want me?”
“I do! I did!..........You scared me, ok?”
“So there it is!” Dirk said standing exactly where she’d made him.
Susanne plopped down in her father’s chair and waved him inside. “There it is, she offered resignedly.”
Dirk quietly shut the door and perched on the chair opposite her. He reached over and held her hands. “We have much to discuss, Susanne, because like it or not, we have a working relationship and shared something incredible. But, I must know one thing, so indulge me, please. Why are you scared of me? I’m asking you for the truth now, little dove.”
Susanne swallowed, reluctant to offer the truth of the matter. If she refused to let him spank her then he wouldn’t love her and she was sick of giving her all in a relationship for nothing in return. For the love of Pete, the garage opener was still broken and had been for six years. She so wanted to love him. “I’m not into spanking. I don’t enjoy pain.”
At this he threw his head back and howled with genuine mirth. “C’mere,” he chuckled. She went, willingly and sat on his lap. “Now, we never spank with anger, yes?” Susanne nodded. She remembered that. “Do you believe, after giving you my heart - even if you don’t want it - that I would ever hurt you?” Well, wasn’t that the oxymoron, spanking without pain!
Susanne smiled wanly and pleaded the fifth. She did want his heart, but she needed assurances. Also, she was enjoying sitting on this bear of a man’s lap, and wiggled around a little, finding her comfortable spot. She’d thought of some similar configuration since meeting him just under a year ago and she may never be here again... He was into spanking, she wasn’t. But she needed to know. “Karen; is she a casual thing?”
“I have a gift for knowing when someone needs spanking and in Karen’s case she’s a bit of a brat. She’ll always need spanking, but that was the first time for me. She asked me and I wouldn’t refuse. If you’re asking if we have ever been lovers, the answer to that is never. He brought her eyes to his. “I’ve been falling in love with you since my wi- since you moved here, Mademoiselle Blanc.”
Wordlessly Susanne slid off his lap and turned over it, unable to think for all the butterflies in her tummy. In for a penny...
Dirk slowly moved her hair as Susanne quailed with anticipation. He ran his hands over her back and buttocks, his hand slipping and sliding effortlessly over the silky surface of her pj’s. Oh get on with it! No! Don’t! “Are you sure, little dove? This has to be your choice.” He rested a hand comfortingly in the small of her back.
Was it? Choice? She just wanted it over with. She wasn’t a receiver. Hadn’t he watched her exact punitive damages from Karen? “Oh for the love of Pete, Dirk, why don’t you bend me over a wheelbarrow and whip me with a stalk of celery!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ooof!”
“Sarcasm will always garner more. Keep it up, little lady! And be very careful what you wish for!”
That was wit, not sarcasm. Susanne felt Dirk’s hot hand on her buttock as he stroked it. It felt so damn nice through the silk. Despite tingling all over, she considered firing back a little more sarcasm. Slowly – achingly slowly he slipped her pj bottoms down to her thighs revealing her bottom to his eyes. She felt the cool evening air dance over her skin. Why was she shaking suddenly? And why, oh why, had all the butterflies in her belly invited bumble bees to the party? Her bottom fully exposed, she sighed without understanding why.
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
Oh yes, foreplay. She could do this! He’d probably no idea it wasn’t hurting! “Oooh! Ahh!” she mimicked Karen. ‘Give it to me, baby!'
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
“This is your warm up, little dove,” Dirk chuckled. “I told you it was Karen’s first time, not mine!”
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
His hand soothed the smarting flesh for the first time unclothed. Susanne moaned a little. It wasn’t so bad, she had to admit, enjoying what the vibrations through her garnered. Mmm, if he just used ‘that’ voice again. Yummy!
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
Dirk’s deft hand never struck the same piece of flesh twice, and now the warm up had its desired effect.
“Toasty, little dove?”
“Ok!” she began to sit up, her flesh starting to burn. “Thank you, Dirk.” Wow, four hours ago she was deliberating whether to call him Dirk or Mr Tate and had finally called him Mr Dick and Mr Tick!
“Susanne, you are not finished.”
His voice had deepened considerably to that deeply commanding cadence and tone she adored, but, “I’ve had enough,” she stated. As foreplay it would be fun. Heaven knows it had put her firmly in the mood.
“As you wish,” Dirk slid her bottoms back up and took her hand to assist her. “But there’s your punishment to consider, still.”
Well dang! She let go his hand with a sigh and settled back over his lap. “Do your worst.”
Suddenly Dirk was the one sharply yanking her upright. He plopped her back on his lap. “Right young lady, let’s get a few things in order, right now.” Susanne paled beneath his blazing stare and dropped her eyes. “No!” he brought her eyes up to his, “you meet my eyes and you challenge me at every turn. You do not kowtow to anyone, Lady, do you understand me? ANYONE. You are an intelligent lady!”
Susanne could feel tears starting to form, her smarting bottom reminded her of how she’d let him down.
Oh Bingo! Now she understood. His love and care and protection filled every fibre in her being, it coursed through her veins and powered her heart. Yes! Now she understood what leading a mundane lifestyle had done to her – done to ... Oh my God! How Karen had spoken about her! She’d cried out ‘fuck you!’ right before she’d broken her. Dirk would be furious!
“I will never ‘do my worst.’ I want you to be the very best version of you that you can be, independent of me. I want you to thrive and forge friendships. I want you to live the life you deserve. More to the point I want you to know that you deserve that life. And I would very much like you to choose me to be a part of it, Susanne. Choice, little dove, each day we choose everything. We can do it the same, or we can change. Right this minute, I’d be so proud of you if you took the punishment you know you deserve. It will serve as reminder not to allow anyone to walk all over you again. Honey, I want to help you. Can you understand?”
Susanne nodded profusely because she could blatantly see, and yes, she had let herself down also. The gentleman that Dirk was had her best interests at heart. He wasn’t a rabid stalker, he was her protector. Oh, and he was so damn gorgeous and the chemistry between them was off the hook - undeniably – positively illegal.
“I deserve my punishment! Please spank me.”
Susanne found herself upended in a heartbeat. She yelped, grabbing Dirk’s leg for purchase. As she braced for impact she felt the cool air once again caress her stinging buttocks as he tugged her pj’s down again, but without care this time, yanking them to her ankles.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ungh! Flames licked and curled around her buttocks. “Oweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Is there any need for-”
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
“Dirk!” – she arched her back, flames spreading – “I really don’t think-”
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
“DIRK!” Susanne couldn’t catch her breath. She squirmed on his lap attempting to lessen each blow. Her hair flopped down around her face, and for that she was thankful to the damp tendrils for covering her lobster red face. In love she may be, but she was deeply embarrassed.
Dirk gentled her with a low “hush,” wordlessly commanding her to be still. His hand slipped beneath the silk of her tiny pj top and he caressed her naked flesh for the first time with his palm, running the length of her spine, soothing her as though she was a skittish colt. Moving lower, his calloused male hand soothed the sting of her buttocks, quashing her rising panic as he skimmed the crimson virgin flesh.
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
He kept the reps up, one cheek, then the next, sit spot, other cheek, relentlessly, not a spot missed, all over her buttocks and upper thighs.
Spank! Slap! Spank! Slap! Spank! Slap! Spank! Slap!
Susanne grimaced, wriggling and arching her back. She’d no chance to catch her breath or her thoughts, but she knew she was safe. That was paramount, but hells bells!
Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap! Smack! Slap!
“Yeouch! That really stings now,” she protested, her legs plaiting and twisting.
“That’s for entering Karen’s spanking.”
SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!
“For the love of” – she yelped – twisting like a fish on a hook. “Bloody OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” He’d switched it up a gear!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Well shit, she’d lost count of how many times he’d spanked her. Funny though, her derrière felt as though it knew the tally. Fire burned through her bottom and licked dangerously through her core.
“That’s for playing little Miss Voyeur.”
Now her cheeks flushed as crimson as her behind again. Apart from yips and yelps she didn’t protest further.
A hand ran over molten flesh and she jolted, her heart in her mouth. Shuddering, she managed a tiny “ouch.”
“Now, are we feeling more compliant, little lady?”
Susanne nodded, tears forming in her eyes. Her lippy quips subdued.
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
His hand landed crisply on her sit spot with more force.
“Yes! Yes, ok?” She howled.
No, no it wasn’t ok. Dirk knew she was a tough cookie, and had seen first-hand, with awe, the way she dealt with Karen and getting inside her head. But this wasn’t simple little Karen, this was his goddess. How best to deliver his message? He looked around, finding a wooden hairbrush on the windowsill behind him. He reached for it, just able to snag it, and checked for rough spots or splinters. It looked old, but more than proficient. Boy, he felt like a kid on Christmas morning. He’d spank some sense into her and then brush her hair out. Yes, this would do nicely.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
“JESUS! MARY, AND FUCKING JOSEPH!” Susanne cried out in utter disbelief, incredulous also at her mouth, and certain that was going to garner her more. Thuddy hurt like hell. “...and their fucking donkey too!” What the hell, she was sure she wasn’t gonna be sitting until a week next Tuesday, regardless. Dirk’s hand had felt like a love pat comparatively. The heat was wicked. Ok, ok, lesson learned. She tried to sit up, but this time, instead of helping her, Dick held her down.
THUD! THWACK! THUD! THWACK!
“For your language just now, lady.”
Ungh, his tone was not amused, and yet, this voice called to her, deep within her body. Her heart pounded and she began to pant harder, determined to take her licks.
THUD! THWACK! THUD! THWACK!
“For allowing Karen to use such profanities on MY lady”
“I’m...... I’m................sor-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!” she managed between sniffles, her legs kicking out behind her. He’d said ‘my lady’.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
She grunted now, completely unintelligible, her legs flailing, the resonance through her body was making her feel weak.
WHACK! THWACK! WHACK! THWACK! THUD! THUD!
“That’s for parking out in the open.”
“The-the garage door needs fixing!” And it had done since she’d told Morgan it needed fixing. He’d promised to fix it, and had packed his belongings and moved out a week later.
“I’ll fix it.”
She wouldn’t hold her breath.
WHACK! THWACK! WHACK! THWACK! THUD! THUD!
“That’s for leaving the front door open. Why?” he barked, his voice thick with emotion.
Why? What the hell was this a q and a session? “I didn’t prepare for a pop quiz”
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THUD! THUD! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Susanne whimpered as his wrath rained down on her, and tried to pull away. That seemed to give them a problem.
“Don’t you DARE try that.” he barked.
WHACK! THWACK! WHACK! THWACK! THUD! THUD!
“I’m sor-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!” She bit out, tensing her buttocks, releasing them, trying anything to stop the pain. “I’m sor-r-rrrrrrrrrrrry!”
THWACK! THWACK! THUD! THUD!
“Tell me why!” He commanded.
“Incase I was hurt in my own home?”
“Oh my sweet Susanne, at last,” he murmured, gentling her and helping her sit gingerly on his lap. “Tell me, little one, are you asking me if that is the right answer, or telling me?”
“Telling you.” She rested her head gratefully against his shoulder and relaxed. It felt comforting, comfortable, she supposed.
Dirk held her tightly, soothing her, “Thank you,” he whispered against the side of her head, before taking her mother’s brush, the one she’d wager he just tanned her bottom with, and attempted to pull it through her wet, tangled hair.
She smiled meekly at him, exhausted, and.............. what was that sensation she felt coursing through her veins? Oh, how her bottom stung and ached, but the fire..... Oh my word, the fire was.................................um...............................................well, the fire had....................................................and the shockwaves had...............yeah. She drew her legs together tightly, “Mmmm,” she moaned before she could stop herself – choking to try and cover.
“Ah!” Dirk grinned down at her, his eyes darkened by a desire she hadn’t witnessed when he spanked Karen. “I can tell that I’m going to have problems with my little spitfire!”
He didn’t look too worried! Susanne grinned and nodded sheepishly. How long had it been since someone had made her feel this way? Well, without the goofy grin, of course, and the, well the, umm, fire burning deep inside her.
“I do love your bottom,” He patted it often, unable to help himself. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I do adore a curvaceous bottom.”
“Oh you do?” she nodded sagely, “They are the best. Something to hold onto,” she offered. Body image issues were something entirely lost on Susanne, and she was grateful. About every five years or so she came back into fashion!
“Totally,” he pinched the flesh a little, needing to caress it. “And I do so love this colour on you, little dove, so succulent!” He winked back, sending her a solid SLAP! “So spankable and lobster pot red!”
Yeah, she’d gotten that impression. “Pervert!” she giggled.
“Spankophile,” he corrected, his hands caressing her, always returning to her derrière.
Finally, cradling her sleepy body in his arm, Dirk made for the stairs and took them two at a time, delivering her gingerly into bed and pulling her covers up around her.
She looked angelic, almost, as she lay there, post spanking, all sleepy and... “How do you feel?”
She stretched, “Tired... There’s a buzz, though.”
He didn’t want to mess with either of their highs, but this was a little like make or break, this initial spanking. “Can you think of anything else?” he asked gently, feeling slightly needy.
“You make me feel like the me I can’t get to on my own,” Susanne mumbled, and snuggled down, but not before a wicked grin flew across her face. “And don’t leave the toilet seat up,” she added.
Dirk managed a discrete fist pump in ecstasy before snatching up an old novel, so well-read the spine was broke. He settled in her chair, mostly to watch her, and to read Les Trois Mousquetaires aloud to her softly in impeccable French. About a chapter into the book a tiny voice mumbled so softly he had to bend forward to hear her. “Aren’t I supposed to get aftercare?”
“You haven't had enough, little dove?”
Susanne thought about it a while, trying to figure it all out. “Oh, ok, then aren’t you supposed to get aftercare?” she giggled.
“Oh hell yeah!” Dirk didn’t need asking twice to share her bed. He definitely needed some....................aftercare.
“What started this persuasion?” Susanne asked, scrubbing shampoo out of Dirk’s eyes.
“Well-”
“Proclivity?” she giggled “Vice?”
Dirk chuckled. Slapping her wet bottom soundly with a pleasingly audible SLAP! “Well, I think I was five or six years old, but I’ve been spanking naughty bottoms for twenty years or so.”
Susanne grinned impishly. Despite her derriere having taken on a deep tingly sting overnight, she felt.... she felt..... elated. It was a sensation unlike the sizzling sex, or the buzz of the fact Dirk had promised faithfully that he was exclusively implanted into her life. She giggled as he slapped her playfully, thrusting her bottom toward him and wiggling it seductively, keen to feel that thud and the sensations it invoked.
“Been naughty?” Dirk purred, the look on his face turning from playful to predator as his hands slid over her hips and came to rest firmly where his interest lay.
Susanne shivered. “I’ve had impure thoughts, Father!” She simpered, mimicking confession. Her own hands kneading his buttocks lightly.
“Have you now, little dove?”
She nodded, stepping backwards and gathering a towel around her. She ran for the bed, laughing and shrieking.
Dirk caught her in a heartbeat, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off her feet. He pulled her bottom to his mouth and bit.
“Yeouch!” she managed, in shock.
“No trying to escape, little dove!” He threw her into the middle of the bed and looked down at her for a long moment. “I don’t know whether to spank you or ravish you.”
Susanne shrugged, she’d be ecstatic with either. Both was a devastating combo also, she recalled last night and weakened at the memory of Dirk’s hands on her... followed by Dirk’s hands on her.
“Both, I think!” Dirk crawled to the middle of the bed.
She giggled, heart-stoppingly blissful. Sickeningly contented with her lot. She closed her eyes, and sent a prayer out to The Gods of sickeningly blissful........ Thank You.
Dirk’s cell vibrated on the night-stand. Susanne glanced at the clock, they’d barely slept overnight but they had an hour left before even thinking about driving to work. He made the universally understood shrugging gesture as he snagged it up and answered the call.
Susanne watched Dirk, the obligatory white towel wrapped snugly around his waist, defining his muscular behind. She should call it his glutes, she supposed, but she remembered them hollowing as he lay above her, thrusting. She recalled every inch of that body, had touched every inch, memorising the plains and valleys of him. She giggled, lost in her reverie, she’d clawed him and she’d licked most of that chunk of deliciousness, too, and he smelled so good. Boy, he smelled good. Now he smelled of her girlie soap and floral shampoo! But she’d washed that body, she grinned. “More than once during the night.”
“Little dove?”
“Hm?” She was still lost in her feel good bubble, and she didn’t want to come out.
“Hey, dreamer, we are needed at school. There’s been an incident.”
“A what?” The horrible truth spread through Susanne like a disease. “The new covert cameras!” She put her hands to her face in abject horror. They’d been caught in the gym!
Dirk held her terrified stare and reached across the bed to cup her face gently. “Little dove, you are safe,” he nodded slightly in reassurance. “You are safe, and nothing and nobody is going to hurt you, I wouldn’t let them.” He searched her eyes. “Do you understand me?” His voice turned deeper, thicker, his cadence changed, not so anyone else might know, but she did, and nodded. The combination of ‘that’ Dirk and those large, calloused hands soothing her brought her terror threat to amber. The jolt of that voice, those words.....she was safe.”
Holding his forearms as he still held her face, gently tracing circles with his thumbs, she exhaled deeply, “I am yours,” she smiled meekly, finally getting it.
Dirk’s smile grew slowly, but genuinely across his face, lightening it, making his eyes dance. “Thank you, little dove, yes, yes you are mine. You belong to me.”
Susanne looked up, restored. “As you belong to me.”
He kissed her, softly, hurriedly. “As I belong to you,” he murmured, placing his forehead against hers. “Good girl.”
Moment over, he drew back, his tone reluctantly changing. “I’ll be by your side the whole time at school. Now, we need to dress. And no objections, I’m driving you to school today, Susanne.”
“Ok,” she conceded readily. This was already the best relationship she’d ever had after eleven hours. She trusted Dirk more than any of them, too. If he wanted to drive them to school, it wasn’t a case of her letting him, it was because he thought it was for the best.
“Did Joyce give any reason why?” she asked, hoping for a slipped clue from the Head Teacher.
“It wasn’t Joyce, it was the Superintendant, Susanne.”
She buried herself deeper into the big leather seat.
What?
