Arrested By Love (29 page)

When she made a small scoffing sound, he said, "I also realize it's easy for me to say things like that, since the baby is not in my body. But I will do everything I can for you darling, including being a bit autocratic and dictatorial if I feel you aren't taking proper care of yourself. And, despite what you're thinking now, I know you'll be the sort of mom who'll want to spoil the baby terribly, while I will want to be a strict and exacting parent. But that will only ensure our child receives a good balance of love and discipline. Our children will never want for love, Tiff, even though you aren't sure whether you can ever feel maternal toward the strange new little person growing inside you. But the only thing I want you to think about right now is you. And if you want to cry and kick and throw a good old fashioned temper tantrum, go ahead and do it. I'll be right here to ground you again."

She glanced back at him. "I feel like a spoiled little girl right now."

"That's okay. I am going to spoil you, so there is some justification in that."

"What if I never want this baby the way you do? What if I grow to hate it?"

"I really don't think that will happen, but I'll make sure you get all the loving attention you need so you won't feel jealous about this new little person."

"But a mother isn't supposed to feel jealous of her baby. That isn't natural."

"Tiffany, you're barely out of your teen years yourself. You wanted time to grow up with me, and I understand that. This baby is changing all that, and right now you resent it. But it's okay. Trust me, I can be adult enough for the two of us right now. So, if you want to act like a little girl and rail against what's happening, I'll take care of you."

"I feel like I'm being bad. Like I should be punished for thinking the way I am."

"Well, sweetie, that's one thing you never have to worry about. If you need to be punished, I will see to it without delay. If you want cuddles and hugs, I can see to that as well. And if you feel like being a wanton, sexy siren, I'll be more than willing to satisfy those particular itches, too."

Tiffany laughed. "Thanks." She laid her head down and closed her eyes.

"So, how are you feeling now?"

"Confused. Tired. Cranky."

"Hmm. That sounds like a little girl who needs to be put to bed."

She nodded, then looked back at him. "I think I overdid it today."

"No doubt you did," he agreed.

"So, am I in trouble for that?"

"Yes, I believe that you are. So, do you want to use the passes you've collected, or do you want your punishment?"

"I don't know. I think I want to have a fight."

He chuckled. "You do?"

She nodded, but put her head back down. "I want to be a brat."

"All right. I can work with that. So, let's do this. I'm going to put my things away, then I'm going to come back and put you to bed. You'd best be ready by then. If you give me an argument about it, you'll get a spanking. Fair enough?"

She nodded, but just looked at him over her shoulder. She knew she was being slightly irrational and childish, but Kyle was clearly willing to humor her. It wasn't exactly serious, but it would allow her to express her current dissatisfaction in a non-destructive way. He really did understand, and she was grateful for it. She knew he would take care of her. Perhaps when they were done, he'd make love to her too.

He walked back in and put his hands on his hips. "Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face, yet, Tiffany?"

"No," she answered. "I don't want to."

"Well, isn't that too bad, because you're going to." And before she knew what he was about, he'd picked her up and carried her into the bathroom and plunked her down at the sink. She met his gaze in the mirror. He was frowning sternly at her. He really was good at this. Perhaps a little too good.

He turned on the water, put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her. "Brush," he ordered.

She clamped her lips together and shook her head.

"If you think I don't know how to handle bratty little girls, you're mistaken. Now brush before I decide you need me to brush them for you."

Her lips still clamped together, she dared him with her eyes.

"All right. You were warned, little girl." He put the brush down. Gripped her arm and pulled her over to the toilet lid, where he sat down and pulled her down to sit on his lap. "I'll give you one more chance. Will you brush your teeth?" When she shook her head no, he nodded. "Very well. Grabbing a pair of her stockings she'd left hanging on the rack, he tied her hands behind her. Then firmly clamping her legs between his, he picked up the brush, then held her nose.

Tiffany struggled, to no avail and when she opened her mouth to breathe, in went the toothbrush. She fought him wondering if it would be possible for her to take this too far, so that he was no longer playing, but really angry. Though he handled her like he was being angry and stern, she sensed if she laughed the game would be over, so she stayed in character and when he removed the brush she spit in his face. Then she saw it. The glint in his eye like he wanted to laugh, but didn't dare.

He nodded, grabbed a towel and wiped off his face. She almost laughed, but he gave her the arched eyebrow and asked, "So, you think that was funny?" She considered what her response should be, decided, and then nodded her head.

"You do, do you? Well, how about I show you what I think is funny?" She shrugged her shoulders like she didn't care whether he did or didn't, but she was curious to see what he would do next. It was different knowing they were only playing. She found it a little liberating, though she was sure if he did spank her, it would feel real enough. He raised her up then sat her back on the toilet lid. "Stay there. Move an inch from that spot and you will get a spanking, understand?"

She just looked at him. Not answering, though she really needed to rinse her mouth out. The toothpaste was burning a little. But her character still wasn't ready to give in. He put the stopper in the sink and began filling it with water. "This, little girl is going to be big laugh for me. Maybe not so much for you, however."

When the sink was full, he put a towel on the edge, then crooked his finger at her. She shook her head. With a sigh, he reached over and grabbed her arm then yanked her over to the sink. She struggled against him, but he was too strong. Next thing she knew her face was under water. She screamed, and he let her up.

"Ready to do as you're told?"

She shook her head spraying water all over him. This was sort of fun, though admittedly an odd way to spend your wedding night. He wiped his face off with the towel he'd used to wipe off the toothpaste. Then glared at her.

"So, you want to go under again?"

She shook her head again, then stuck out her tongue at him.

He grimaced, then filled a glass with water and took her over to the tub. "Rinse," he ordered, placing the glass to her lips. Now she had a dilemma. She really did want to rinse, but would the bratty little girl she was playing give in that easily? Probably not. So, she clamped her lips together.

He held her nose again, but this time waited until she'd taken a breath before he poured in any water. "Rinse," he ordered once more. "And if you spit at me again, you won't be able to sit for a week."

This time she obeyed. When she was ready to spit he nodded to the tub. "In there."

She bent over to spit and got two sharp smacks on her bare rear end. She jerked up and scowled at him. "That's for your first spitting attempt. Now sit down again."

She shook her head, so he placed her back on the toilet, then went to the medicine cabinet, but hesitated. He turned to look at her with a frown, but his voice was soft and intimate. "What do you normally use on your face? I don't want to use soap, since it could dry out your skin. So, I'd prefer to use your regular stuff, even for this."

"The lotion in the bottle," she answered.

He pulled it out. "This one?" When she nodded, he said. "Good. Okay, back."

She struggled to loosen the stocking tie as he drained the water out of the sink. He ran warm water next, soaked the washcloth, poured a little lotion on it, and then came over to her. "Close your eyes."

She shook her head. Having made absolutely no progress at all on his stocking knot.

"All right. But I don't want to hear you cry if this stuff gets in your eyes and stings." He came at her with the cloth and she shut her eyes.

He wasn't exactly gentle in the way he washed her face, but he wasn't overly harsh, either. Just a little firmer than she normally would be. Next she heard him rinse out the cloth, then he came back and wiped the lotion off her face with cool water. It actually felt pretty good, so she held still. It took him three rinse wipes before he was satisfied he'd gotten all the lotion off. He held her chin to the light and examined her.

"Okay, you're done. Bed now," he said pulling her back to her feet and untying her hands. That's when she decided to run. She heard him choke out a laugh then. She'd almost made it to the bedroom door, when he grabbed her by the waist.

"Unh uh, little one. You're going to bed. She struggled against him and he held her hands behind her again, then pulled her close to him. "You want a spanking?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Are you going to get into bed like a good little girl?"

She shook her head again.

"Then you leave me no choice." And he pulled her over to the rocker. She knew what that meant so she struggled to get free.

"No!" she shouted in her little girl voice.

"Too bad," he said, easily pulling her across his knees. "Let's see. Refusal to go to bed when told. Five swats. Spitting at your Daddy. Ten swats. Struggling against him when he was only trying to help you. Five swats. That's a total of twenty swats, little girl. Are you ready?"

"Go to hell," she shouted again in her little girl voice.

"That just earned you an additional one for swearing," he warned, then his palm came down, and it hurt. She cried out for real, then and tried to get up. "No!" he commanded tightening his hold on her. His voice sounded deep and stern just like an angry daddy. Then his hand came down hard four more times in succession, and Tiffany found herself actually crying, but she stopped struggling. His hand came down five more times and she started to sob, but lay still across his lap. She silently counted each swat and he didn't spare her, but with each swat she felt as if a huge weight was being lifted off her shoulders. By the time he reached twenty-one, the sobs were coming hard and heavy and her butt really hurt. That spanking had been very real.

Then he pulled her up to sit on his lap. "Shh, darling. You're all right now."

And Tiffany knew then that he was no longer playing. He was seriously trying to comfort her as he normally did when he spanked her, and that made her cry even harder.

He rubbed her back. "It's all right, sweetie. It's over now." Then he kissed her forehead and she put her arms around his neck and sobbed against him. He held and rocked her for about a half hour until her sobs were reduced to small gasps for breath.

"How did you know?" she asked quietly.

"You told me. Had you still been playing you would have struggled to get away and fought me. You didn't. You lay perfectly still across my knees and just cried. So, I knew this was something you really needed and wanted me to do. I also knew that the game was over. This was real for you, so I made it real. Are you sore?"

"A little," she admitted, "but I still want to make love."

Smiling he pressed his forehead against hers. "I can do that too. You make a very convincing little brat, darling. If I didn't know better, I might think you were always like that. Did you enjoy it?"

Looking up at him with a smile, she nodded.

"Feel better now?"

She laughed. "I guess. Though that's a strange question to ask someone you've just spanked really hard. But yes. I do, actually."

He kissed her. "That's what I wanted to hear." Picking her up he gently put her on the bed. "Okay roll over." She gave him an odd look, but obeyed. He ran light fingers over her buttocks. "Pink, but not red. Warm, but not hot. You okay?"

When she nodded, he said "Wait right there."

Sighing, she closed her eyes and just relaxed. When he came back to her he was totally nude. He rubbed her back for a few minutes, then rolled her over again and began massaging her front. He stroked, fondled and petted until she was purring. Then he put his fingers between her legs.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart." When she obeyed, he said, "Good girl. You're nice and wet for me, so I think I need to take another taste."

He kissed his way down between her legs then settled there. Just the first touch of his tongue against her felt incredible. She started to draw her legs up, but he held them down, then looked at her. "I'm going to control this one. You just feel what I'm doing."

"But--"

"No. I could also say that you don't have permission to come until I say you may, but I'm not going to play that game tonight. I am, however, going to keep you from moving, even when you want to. It's part of me taking the control away from you. You aren't allowed to participate, only feel." Then he returned his mouth to the center of her. Tiffany wanted to move, but every time she tried, he held her down. It was a strange feeling, and she didn't know if she liked it or not. Then he said something that finally made things click for her.

"Submit your will to mine, Tiffany. Don't fight it, just give into my control. Relax and submit."

Closing her eyes, she did as he asked, and the feeling was incredibly powerful. He was telling her that he had all the control and she had none. He was much stronger, and yet he was being incredibly gentle as he coaxed her into a state of bliss, not allowing her to do anything but feel him as he sucked, licked and lightly nipped her. Then she came, and that too was liberating. She felt like she was floating, and he kept her up in the air for what seemed to be an incredible length of time before he gently eased her down.

"Good girl. That was perfect. You did exactly what I wanted." Then he entered her and Tiffany instinctively brought her knees up. He allowed it, then put her legs over his shoulders. That angle was almost too much for her. Too intense. She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head again.