Arrested By Love (26 page)

She screamed, "No!"

"Quiet!" he ordered, then lightly rubbed her backside as he waited for her to calm down. "I gave you more than enough warning, Tiffany, and you continued to push me. So, this is what we're going to do. I'm going to paddle your butt with my hand until you say, 'My lover is the master of me in the bedroom, and I must obey everything he says,' and mean it. One!" he said bringing his palm down so it would make a very loud sound, but not really hurt her.

"Go to hell!" she screamed back.

"Not the words I want to hear, Tiffany. Two!"

"Oww! That hurts, Kyle."

"And that is the general idea now, isn't it. Say the words, Tiffany."

"In your dreams!"

"Three."

"Ach! You're a beast, Kyle!"

"Say the words, Tiffany. Four."

She arched up with a cry since that one was a little firmer. "This isn't fair!"

"Fairness has nothing to do with it. Now say the words. Five."

Then the tears started. "You said you would give me what I need, but you aren't. You're just being mean and dictatorial."

"I'm insisting upon your obedience, and you are continuing to defy me. So, this is your consequence. Just say "My lover is the master of me in the bedroom, and I must obey everything he says."

"Or end up with a sore bottom," she added petulantly.

"Six."

"Oww. All right, I'm sorry for wanting you to make love to me. Happy?"

"Not in the least. You know what I want, and each swat from now on is going to be just a little bit firmer than the last. So, say the words."

"You're not my ma--"

"Seven!" This time, he made sure she felt it and her legs which he'd left free started to scissor kick as she wailed.

"That one really hurt, Kyle."

"Then do as I ask." He gave her three seconds, then said, "Eight," and brought his hand down again. This time she earnestly tried to struggle free, but he had a good grasp on her waist. "Don't wiggle so much, Tiffany, or I'll restrain you so you can't."

"I don't want this. I want to make love."

"And yet, this is what you demanded by not obeying me in the first place. Now say the words." He paused, then shook his head. "Nine."

"Oww! You bastard."

"Swearing will only earn you extra swats, my love, so I'd suggest you refrain from that particular activity when you are already draped over my knees. Ten."

"All right! My lover is the master of me in the bedroom, and I must obey everything he says!" she shouted back angrily.

"Hmm. Now why is it I don't believe you? Eleven."

"No wait, please. I'll say it. Let me just catch my breath for a moment."

Rather than answer her, Kyle lightly rubbed her now pink flesh as he waited for her to draw on her inner strength to do as he asked.

Finally, she said, "My lover, whom I adore, is the master of me in the bedroom. And, because I know he loves me as much as I love him, I will obey him in everything he says."

Kyle smiled. "Very nicely said, honey. Now, since you're probably a little sore, I will give you a choice. Do you want to continue making love back on the bed, or here on the rocking chair?"

She sighed. "Here please. I really need you Kyle, and I don't want sweet and gentle. I need you to take me hard and fast this time. I want to scream when I come.

"Thank you for being honest with me. I may not always be able to give you what you want, but you should always tell me what you think you need, and I will be more than happy to provide it for you if I can."

Then pulling her back up so she straddled his lap, he drew her down and thrust his already near bursting erection into her at the same time, loving the way she clutched his shoulders, then bent her head back and cried out with pleasure. Helping her gain the leverage she needed, he clutched her buttocks and saw her wince as she gave out a little moan, but when he gripped them harder as he began to repeatedly thrust into her, she cried out, "Yes, yes, yes!" and screamed again with her orgasm.

He came shortly after her, and just held her against him while he remained firmly lodged inside her. When he felt her contractions ease, Kyle gently lifted her off of him and held her on his lap, pleased when Tiffany fell asleep, while still naked and cradled in his arms--a fully contented woman.

As Kyle continued to slowly rock Tiffany, he realized he'd been so busy arguing, threatening and then making up with his best girl, the very best way he knew how, that they forgot to call her father. Carrying her over to the bed, he gently put her down. She promptly rolled to her side, but didn't awaken. Realizing her schedule would drive their activities for the day, he got dressed and attempted to get some paperwork done. He'd requested a reassignment that allowed him to work from home until Tiffany was well enough to be on her own.

Chapter Seventeen

Tiffany finally awakened around dinner time, and entered the living room with just her robe on.

Kyle smiled. "Good rest?"

"Uh huh. Very nice. Best rest I've had in a long, long time."

"Pleased to hear it. Isn't it amazing what a few orgasms can bring you?"

"Yeah. It can even make you hungry."

"For food or sex?"

"Both would be nice, but food first I think."

Kyle glanced at his computer clock. "Wow! I didn't think it was that late. You feel up to going out, or do you want me to put something together?"

"I don't want to put you out, Kyle."

"You're not. I just haven't started anything, yet."

"Perhaps we could make something together, then?"

He nodded. "We could. We definitely could. Any requests?"

"I'd say steak, but I think that's pushing it. Something quick and easy. Spaghetti maybe?"

He mentally reviewed what he had in his refrigerator and tried to remember if he'd bought ground beef. "Tell you what, let's look at what I have and if nothing appeals we can go out. Ah, but before we do that, you need to go back in the bedroom so I can give you your shots."

"Kyle!"

"What?"

"I feel fine. As a matter of fact I feel so much better that I really don't think I need them anymore."

"You don't?"

"No. They are supposed to give me energy and settle my stomach, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm settled and I've got energy to spare."

"You think so?"

"Uh huh. Why?"

"Well, in the past forty-eight hours you've slept for around twenty-nine of them. If we divide that in half that's more than fourteen hours a day. So, as far as having energy to spare, I think you're overstating your abilities--slightly."

"You're not going to give me a pass on this, are you?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Unless you're sick or in the hospital you've got two shots twice a day coming to you, my lover, for the next six days at least. Maybe even longer." When she wrinkled her nose at him, he said, "By the time, we're done, you are not even going to think twice about me giving you a shot in your delectable little rear. It will be as natural as brushing your teeth.

"Somehow I don't think that's ever going to happen."

"Well, another thing doctor's do for reluctant patients is offer them a treat if they take their shot without a fuss. If I were to give you a treat, what would it be?"

She thought about that for a moment. "Would it be a different treat for each shot, or each time, or each day?"

"Greedy puss. You tell me what it would take where you might even look forward to this little interaction of ours?"

"Each shot."

He smiled. "All right. So, for each shot you take without complaint or resistance of any sort, what would you want?"

"Well, I certainly want more than a lollipop, but I think a new piece of jewelry is just a little too grasping. I know, a pass on a spanking. In writing."

This time he was the one who had to think about it for a moment. "All right, I'll agree, except you won't be able to use a pass for every spanking, but you can always submit one to me. I will determine whether or not I will accept it. If I agree, I will take your note in exchange. If I don't agree, I will hand it back to you for use at a later time."

"So, just to be clear, I will earn a pass note for every shot I receive with willing cooperation. And you will give me these notes when you are done. Right?"

"Yes."

"But when you decide I've earned a trip over your knee, I can request you take a note, though you won't always honor it. Are there conditions involved?"

He shook his head at her. "No, though I can tell you now that I will probably refuse a pass for anything you do that could injure you. Like if I found out you were driving while intoxicated. That would definitely earn you a spanking, and I wouldn't allow you a pass on it."

"How about a reduction? Could I turn in my pass for say a ten stroke reduction?"

"You're a wily negotiator. You know that?"

She shrugged, then waited for his answer.

"Okay, I'll give you a possible on that. Each note you receive for this round of shots could earn you a five stroke reduction on a spanking I refuse to accept a pass on."

"So, say you said I'd earned a twenty-swatter. If I had four notes, you'd accept them even though you wouldn't accept a pass."

Kyle laughed at that. "Clever girl. Chances are I wouldn't accept four, I might accept three, but I definitely would have to accept at least one."

She considered that for a moment, then smiled. "That is definitely worth it. Okay, you're on. So, get your notes ready and I'll meet you in the bedroom."

He gave her a nod, then watched as she walked sedately back into their room. This could work to both their advantages. He went into the kitchen and filled two new syringes, then carried them back into the bedroom. Tiffany lay naked on the bed on her stomach. He placed the tray down. She glanced at the needles then quickly looked away. He went into the bathroom to get the alcohol and cotton balls. When he came back she looked at him again.

"Could I still get a backrub, or would I have to give up one or both of the notes for that?"

"If you want a backrub, you only have to ask for one. They don't cost anything."

"May I have one, please?"

Smiling, he gave her a nod. "You may. Now scoot over so I can sit beside you."

She readily obeyed, so he poured some alcohol in his palm and went through the same routine he'd gone through before. She was almost asleep again by the time he gave her the shots, and since she didn't even frown, he suspected she was totally unaware when he gave them to her."

After about another five minutes had passed, he said, "Okay?"

She opened one eye and looked up at him. "Is it over?"

"Yes, my love. It is over, and you did very well. So, you get both notes."

"Yay!" she said, clapping her hands.

Chuckling, he collected the syringes and put away the alcohol. "When you're ready, come on out into the kitchen and we'll see what I've got to feed you with."

Hopping out of bed, she slipped into her robe and followed him. As he looked into the refrigerator, she leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

Smiling, he turned and gave her a kiss on the lips and she melted against him, so he put an arm around her waist and they looked together to see what they thought she might enjoy having.

She would have been contented with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which made him realize just how young Tiffany was in many ways.

"No," he said firmly. "You need something far more filling than that. I have some left over chicken, and celery, so why don't I make us, or at least you, a chicken salad either in half a cantaloupe, on bread, or on lettuce. Your preference.

"You have cantaloupe?"

"I do."

"That sounds really good."

"Okay, that's what I'll make. Do you like pecans?"

"Yes, I do. Very much."

"Then I'll add some of those as well as some grapes."

"This is sounding better and better, Kyle. I never knew you were so clever in the kitchen."

"I've been a bachelor for awhile now, sweetheart. I've learned to adapt. In the meantime, why don't you call your Dad. He's worried about you."

"Why? I mean why is he worried?"

Kyle took all the ingredients out of the refrigerator and started putting together the salad. "I called him last night when you didn't wake up. I was concerned about how much you were sleeping."

"Oh. What did he say?"

Looking at her with a raised eyebrow, he said, "That you weren't sleeping well at home, and had been relying on aids, but they weren't really helping you."

She frowned. "Okay, I'll call him. All right if I use the phone in the bedroom?"

"If that's what you want to do, then yes, of course you can."

"Thanks. It's not that I want the conversation to be private, per se, but he's bound to grill me and I'm not sure how much I want to tell him. You'd know if I was lying and it would embarrass me, which Daddy would immediately pick up on."

"I understand, sweetie. It's okay. Go ahead and call your dad."

Kyle finished the dinner preparation and had everything on the table when Tiffany returned with tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asked, immediately concerned that her father may have said something that upset her.

She shook her head and sat down at the table. "It's stupid," she admitted, spreading a napkin over her lap and attempting to smile back at him. "This looks really good, Kyle."

"Thanks." He started to eat, but put down his knife and fork. "Tiffany, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

She nodded.

"Okay. I won't insist, but I never want you to feel embarrassed by the thought of admitting something to me that you think is silly or stupid."

She looked at him for a moment, then her face crumpled as she said, "He told me that no matter what I did, I would always be his little girl, and he would love me."

Immediately understanding, he reached out to clasp her hand. "Why don't we get married tomorrow, Tiff? I want to marry you, all I need is for you to say, yes."

Giving another nod, she said, "I know. It's just so much has happened since you first asked me."