Beautifying Bernadette: A BBW Romantic Comedy (The Jackson Tribe Book 1) (11 page)

Levi’s eyes glistened as well, but he just stared at her for a full thirty seconds. Unblinking. Just looking into her face. After the long pause, he let go of her chin and pulled her arms so she was standing. “Over my lap, Bernadette. I am going to spend the next several minutes proving to you how deeply loved you are and how deeply cared for you are and how deeply wrong you were to place yourself into that situation on your own. It’s going to be very hard for you to take, but I’ll be here the whole time. I am going to start with my hand, but that will be the least of your worries.” He scooted to the edge of the chair and pulled her over his knees.

Bernie
was grateful he was starting over his knee with his hand. She felt like she needed the skin to skin contact. She felt so ashamed and almost looked forward to him absolving her guilt.

Within moments, she decided there was zero part of her looking forward to this. His hand coming down on her bare ass was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was so hard and so fast. Blow after blow after blow. She couldn’t kick because her feet were keeping the pressure off of her bruised rib and she couldn’t even put her hands back because they were helping her balance. She felt completely helpless. He didn’t slow or lighten as he spanked, in fact, he leaned over slightly and started rapid fire spanking with both hands. Bernie let out a scream. It felt like a thousand hornets with little fire daggers had descended on her ass. The spanks were coming so fast and hard she couldn’t even catch her breath.

And then he started to speak. “From the moment I met you at that traffic stop I have had a fierce need to protect you, Bernadette. You are so innocent and sweet and naive about the world. I knew you needed someone to guide you and keep the bad guys away. And, instead of letting me keep them away…”

He paused for a second and then she felt a crack that was most decidedly not his hand and had no idea what it was except something very solid and very hard hitting the center of her left butt cheek. And then the right. And back again, back and forth as he continued.

“… you ran right into them. You ran right towards them. You intentionally put yourself in harm’s way and left me no idea where you were. Gave me no chance to be the knight who rescued you and protected you because you didn’t even tell me. You locked me out.”

The tears were streaming down her face and she just let them, his words ringing true and the sharp strokes on her bottom was melding into one massive lump of pain.

He did not speak, but just kept smacking her bottom with sharp deep strokes. She felt like maybe she could bear it until he moved to the crease between her thighs and bottom; he had the audacity to actually stretch the skin so that he could get just that spot, over and over.

She started wiggling her ass and screeching. “I get it! I get it! I won’t ever put myself in danger again! I’m so sorry, Levi! Please be done!”

He grabbed her waist and wrapped his arm around it and used whatever the devil implement was in the centers of her thighs—really hard—accentuating each word. “You Will Hold Still. We Are Far From Done And You Will Take it Because You Deserve It. Understood?”

She cried out loudly, but settled down again. “Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He moved off of her thighs and started rapid firing on her bottom cheeks. She wondered if she would ever sit down again. She felt immense relief when he stopped spanking and rubbed his hands gently over her bottom. His hands were cool against her scalded flesh. She was glad it was over.

Until he stood her up and stood up himself. “Hands flat on the chair. You’re going to get a belting that you will remember for a long, long, time. Anytime you intentionally place yourself in harms way, you will taste my belt, Bernadette. And I don’t play around with this one. If you move out of position or reach back, we start over. Today’s number will be twenty-five, but if a future dose is needed, that number will increase.”

Bernie just stared at him dry mouthed for a moment. His words registered in her brain, but it was as if she couldn’t quite grasp his meaning. He couldn’t possibly mean he was going to punish her more! And with a belt? She opened and closed her mouth several times trying to comprehend what was happening.

While she was trying to take this in, she glanced down and saw that the “devil implement” appeared to be a ping pong paddle, but it didn’t have any rubber coating on it, and was thicker.

She gave him another flabbergasted look.

Levi didn’t give her long to wonder and forcibly dragged her hands over to the seat of the chair and placed them palm down flat against the cushion. Whispering in her ear in a harsh tone he said, “Do. Not. Move.”

Bernie stood like a statue, she could feel him tugging her legs so she was standing with her feet spread as far apart as the chair legs and her bottom stuck out. She briefly wished someone was taking a picture because she figured, positioned like this, she probably resembled a pin up model. Then the first stroke of the belt came down across the center of her upturned ass. She screamed. She didn’t move, she knew better than that, she was able to hold onto his command that she not, but the pain was like a deep line of fire. She had always imagined a belt would be like a crackly stroke of fast burning flames, but this was more like a smolder. The initial weight of the belt landing on her skin left her almost not even feeling anything and then the pain and heat built up from deep inside of her. Coming to the surface with a pain she had never imagined. He quickly followed with similar lashes above and below. Bernie couldn’t even count, she hoped he was keeping count because her brain couldn’t keep track. It felt like her entire backside and thighs were one ginormous bruise. Up until this point, the room had been silent except for her screams and the sound of the belt cracking down on her naked flesh.

But then Levi’s voice came out low and clear. “That was halfway, Bernadette.”

She collapsed completely spent, her face pressed into the cushion, at this news. She didn’t think she could last for another twelve or thirteen.

He put a calming hand on her back and rubbed for a moment. “You can do this, baby, I know it’s hard, but I also know that you can take more than you think you can.” He brought the belt down again—
crack
—left then right. “The reason I am being so harsh with you today, is because I love you, Miss Douglas.”

The lashes kept coming, but were slightly lighter in intensity, or maybe it was just because he was speaking now and there was something to distract her from the pain.

“I love your crazy red hair, I love your sassy tongue, I love your perfect breasts, I love every curve of your body, I love your sweet aroma, Bernadette Douglas, I love every centimeter of your body and your being. And I want to lay claim to every part of you.”

He laid a final hard blow across the center of her bottom and then knelt on the ground and pulled her into his lap.

“I want to spend every second of every day for the rest of my life protecting you. Cherishing you. Showing you how precious and beautiful and amazing and worthy that you are.”

Bernie clung to him, her ass bruised and blistered, but her heart overwhelmed by the words he was saying. She just wept listening to him speak over her.

“I want to share my home, and my bed. I want to put my children inside of you. I want you to be at my side for every family gathering, every adventure, every sunrise, and late night for the rest of my life.” He kissed Bernie’s face, wiping the tears with his lips, and then took her mouth, tenderly at first, and then so hard she thought her lips might be bruised. Then pulling away, he looked at her anxiously. “So?”

She took a shuddering breath and then said a little teasingly, “So… what? You haven’t actually
asked
me anything yet.”

He stared at her for a moment and then chuckled. “Oh, I guess that part is important. Bernadette Grace Douglas, will you do me the incredible honor of being my wife? Forever. For always. For life?”

Bernie grinned and cupped his face. “Yes, yes, yes! I do, I Do, I DO!” She captured his lips now and the two of them fell onto the floor. Levi on his back, Bernie laying against his chest. 

He rubbed her back as she snuggled against him. Then carefully he moved his hands down to her exposed bottom.

She hissed a little as they made contact, but didn’t complain.

He gave her a concerned look. “I think you’re going to bruise, luv. My intention was to punish you thoroughly. Not hurt you. And I don’t think I have any arnica.”

She smiled. “It’s okay. If I bruise, I bruise, I’ll remember the night I got engaged for a long time.”

He chuckled. “I would hope you remember your engagement night for longer than it takes for your ass to heal.”

A shadow crossed his face. “But seriously, babe, never again. I need you to swear to me that you will never place yourself in intentional danger again. I know I got distracted at the end with my need to make you my own, but I need you to truly get it, okay? That I am here to protect you and you have to include and involve me from now on, got it?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. For real. I have no intention of ever excluding you or rushing off foolhardily again.”

With her still on his chest, he pulled her to himself and just held her for a moment.

She let her head rest on his chest for a few moments and then popped back up and asked in a curious, trying not to sound overly eager tone, “So, is there like a ring, or…”

He rolled over dumping her unceremoniously on the floor. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I forgot that part!”

He jumped up and grabbed his truck keys. “I’ll be right back! Stay there.”

She watched aghast as he went running out of the house. When he returned less than two minutes later carrying his suit jacket, she started giggling and lost it. Literally rolling on the floor laughing. “I—thought—maybe you were—go-go-going to the store to—buy a ring!”

She had tears all over her face again, but this time it was from laughing so hard.

He gave a sheepish look. “No, you goober, I was all set to propose that night at the event, so I had the ring here, in my suit jacket. Then, with everything that happened and wanting to wait until the slate was cleaned, I hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a silver box. Kneeling next to her on one knee, he popped it open and she saw a perfect ring. It was white gold with two intertwined hearts each studded with little diamonds. In a somber tone and looking directly into her eyes and holding her left hand in his right, Levi again asked, “Bernadette Grace Douglas, will you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife?”

Bernie nodded, her eyes glistening, and Levi placed the ring onto the appropriate finger. It fit perfectly.

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. When he laid her tenderly on the bed, she hissed as her bottom touched the sheets, but it was only a moment of discomfort.

She was quickly distracted by his lips on hers, his hands tangled in her hair. He hadn’t told her not to move her hands this time, so she took advantage by running her hands along his back. She threw her legs up and wrapped them around his waist.

He grunted, but did not stop her. He pulled a bit on her hair and it hurt, but sent a good kind of fire down her entire spine.

She bit him a little in her exuberance to kiss him.

He groaned and pulled harder on her hair.

She clawed at his shirt and he allowed her to pull it off. He moved his ministrations down to her breasts, enveloping her engorged nipples in her mouth.

She took a turn with her hands in his hair now, but when she pulled, he growled at her.  “Enough. Hands over your head, Miss Douglas.”

She obeyed immediately, and he returned to her nipples. Nipping them ‘til she squealed.

Then with his eyes on hers, he cautiously moved his hand down towards her womanhood. Dipping his finger inside her lips he grinned and his eyes crackled. “Somebody is very wet.”

Bernie blushed, but felt no shame. She knew from all of her talks with Maggie that her body’s reaction was both fully natural and fully desirable to Levi. She couldn’t help a slightly cheeky reply though. “Aww, are you? It must mean you’re happy to see me…”

Levi pinched her thigh with a laugh. “Cheeky…” she squealed from the pinch, but giggled as well.

He stuck a finger deep inside of her and started pumping it in and out. Bernie squirmed in pleasure. Then he slowly added another finger.

Bernie felt full in a good way, and yet not full enough. She wanted all of him. She lowered her hands and tugged at his pants. “Please, Levi… Please.”

He reached down with the hand that was not currently occupied in her quim and grabbed her wrists pinning them back above her head. “Keep. Your. Hands. There.”

Bernie’s stomach flipped, but she nodded, whimpering, “I’m sorry, Levi, but please!”

He pulled his fingers out of her and smelled them with a satisfied look. “Please, what? Please keep going or please…” He unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them and his boxer briefs down to his knees.

Bernie nodded. “Yes, please that! That last thing—exactly what I need.”

Levi paused for a moment and looked at her with a worried expression. “Are you sure? Are you ready? I don’t want you to give me anything that you’re not ready to give. Or to feel pressured.”

Bernie looked at him in shock for a minute and then pushed against him a little. “Well, I mean, if you’re not ready or you don’t want me… that’s fine. I’m not exactly a porn star. Get off.  We don’t have to do an—”

Levi put his hand over her mouth. “Woman, do you even listen when I talk? I didn’t say I don’t want to! You can see I am fully alert, fully ready. I am rock hard for you, baby. I asked if you are ready. My sweet untouched virgin? I have done this before. Not a lot, but enough. I know from what you’ve said that it’s something that you saved for some reason. I don’t know if it was religious or preference or something else, but I don’t want to plow ahead and run roughshod over your desires and dreams. Maybe you wanted your wedding night—I could be cool with that. The thought of ripping you out of your wedding dress and deflowering you on a bed of roses is pretty damn sexy to me—if that’s your desire. If that’s your dream, I would move heaven and earth to make that happen. But don’t mistake my self-control for a lack of desire. Because, right now, it would take all of my control to get up and walk out that door to take a cold shower, but I would do it for you. Because I respect you, and love you with all of my being. So—” Taking his hand off of her mouth, he continued, “Share with me your desire please. And don’t think I missed that slight about you not being a ‘porn star’ I promise you will pay for that later tonight. But for now, I am fully in this moment ready to do your bidding.”