Count This Cowboy In (17 page)

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Thank you."

She didn
't seem too upset about getting spanked, as long as he only used his hand.  He'd have to think about that a little bit, as well, but later.

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Okay, let's get this done.  He unfastened her jeans and took them down past her knees and laid her over his left thigh, resting her upper body on the couch.  When she was lying over his lap he put the tips of his fingers in her panties and she squirmed, but didn't object.  He pulled her panties down and took a moment to admire the cute little bottom on his lap before he rested his hand on it.  He tucked her in close to him with his left hand and said, "Okay, Sam, here we go." 

His hand lifted from her bottom and came down on her right cheek, followed quickly by a matching attack to her left.  She jumped, but didn
't fight him.  He was impressed.  Apparently by thinking about it all day she'd resigned herself to this spanking, which was admirable, especially for someone new to spanking.  He started the spanking with firm, meant for business smacks, but wasn't putting as much force behind them as he would toward the end.  She was accepting this, at least at the beginning and he wanted to see how long that would last.  By not fighting it and accepting it, or at least trying to, he could tell she was feeling guilty and accepting the punishment to rid her of that guilt.  He was determined to help her there.

After about 20 strokes she started squirming more and complaining.  But she kept her complaints to
"ow" and "no, please" and "it hurts" and such things.  She hadn't uttered one cuss word, for which he was thankful.  That would earn her harder swats and on her thighs and he didn't particularly want to do that.  Not yet anyway. 

He started his talk he promised they
'd have, reminding her why she was in this position, getting her fanny warmed.  He reminded her of his telling her not to walk on the tree, that the moss growing on it would make it slippery and easy to fall and get hurt.  He also reminded her of her exact words to him when he tried to help her.  That brought the tears she'd been fighting.

Unswayed, he continued the spanking, telling her that although they
'd only known each other a month or so, she'd become very special to him and he hated seeing her get hurt like that. 

Sam started squirming more now, desperately trying to escape his hold and the terrible onslaught of pain in the area that used to be her bottom.  She couldn
't believe how sore she was already and he wasn't showing any signs of letting up. 

She felt terrible.  Not just in the area of her extremely sore butt, but her heart hurt.  She could hear in his voice how hurt he was when she pushed him away when he tried to look at her wrist.  She hated that, that she had hurt him like that.  She had feelings for Trevor she
'd never felt for a man before and that was a little scary in itself.  But she sure hadn't meant to hurt him and for that reason she had finally admitted to herself that she did in fact deserve this spanking.  But she hadn't remembered it hurting this much.  Deserving it didn't necessarily mean she was going to live through it, she quickly realized.

Now he was telling her that she
might as well get used to these spankings because he had every intention of protecting her and keeping her safe, no matter how much she fought it.  And the more she fought it the more spankings she could expect to receive.  As he said that he moved lower on her bottom, right where her butt met her thigh.  She tried to keep her resolve to accept this spanking, but when he moved there, that did it.

"
Oowwww!  No, Trevor, no!  That hurts!  Please, no!"

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Have I gotten your attention now, Samantha?"

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Yes."

"
Does it hurt a bit right here?"  He swatted her sit spot again as he asked.

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Yes!  Yes!  Trevor, I'm sorry!  Really, I am.  Please stop."

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Samantha, I know it hurts.  This is a spanking.  If it didn't hurt I'd be doing you an injustice."

"
What?"

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The purpose of a spanking is to teach the little lady that's become the center of my life a lesson to keep her safe.  If it didn't hurt, you wouldn't think about it the next time and not do it.  I would be failing at my job.  I care about you, Sam, very much.  I don't want to see you getting hurt.  I can watch you closely and stop you before you do that again when we're together, but if I'm able to get through to you and you learn this lesson you won't walk on a fallen tree covered in moss the next time you see one, even if I'm not there.  That's when I know I've succeeded in teaching you this lesson."

Sam felt all the fight leave her exhausted body.  Those words went straight to her heart.  She lay draped over his thigh, all the fight and energy drained from her body.  She felt him continue the spanking
and it was as if she were allowing her body to absorb the lesson.

Trevor saw her stop fighting and squirming.  He was pretty sure his words had meant something to her.  He gave her ten more solid swats, mostly to her sit spots, to ensure the lesson was totally absorbed and her guilt was gone.  After he stopped he laid his hand on her bottom, feeling the heat radiating from it.  He gave her several moments to catch her breath before saying anything.

When her breathing had returned to something in the realm of semi normal, he asked, "Are you going to walk on a downed moss-covered tree again, Sam?"

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N, no."

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Good.  Are you going to fight me the next time I want to look and see if you're hurt?"

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No."

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Good.  Are you going to be rude to me when I try to make sure you're okay?"

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No." 

Her tears started again
and he rubbed her back gently.  "Good.  That's my girl."  He picked her up gently, settling her on his lap.  Gently leaning her head against his shoulder, he said, "It's all over, Sam.  You're forgiven.  Rest now."

She snuggled into his chest, clutching his shirt with one hand.  For whatever reason, he found that to be so endearing.  When she got her breathing under control enough to talk she looked up at him and said,
"Thank you." 

His eyebrows shot up. 
"Are you thanking me for spanking you?"

"
No.  Yes.  Well, kind of maybe."  She sighed and said, "I don't know.  I guess I mean thank you for caring."

He smiled at her and said,
"I couldn't stop that if I wanted to, Sweetheart.  It seems your daddy's spoiled little brat has worked her way right into my heart."  He sighed dramatically.  "It seems I'm hopelessly in love with you now and there's no going back."

He watched as she chuckled at his antics, but he could tell when his words soaked in.  She looked up at him, a big question in her eyes.  He caught her eyes with his and said,
"Yes, Sweetheart, I just said I love you."  He gently held her face in his hands and leaned down and brushed his lips against hers softly.  He looked at her and saw happy tears in her eyes and kissed her again, deeper.  She returned his kiss and he thought he was going to explode.  He'd never loved anyone like he loved this adorable little pixie sitting on his lap and it was an overwhelming feeling.  What was even more overwhelming was that she returned his passion.

After several minutes of deep, passionate kissing, he called on all the strength he had in him and pulled back a bit.  Their eyes met and held.  Finally he said,
"That was some kiss."

"
Yes, it certainly was," she panted.

Calling on his strength again, he said,
"Sam, I've got to tell you, I would love nothing better than to take you to your bedroom right now and see where this takes us, but I'm not going to." 

She looked a little disappointed, which touched his heart, but she quickly recovered and said,
"Thank you."  He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for and as if she read his mind she said, "I would like that right now, too, but I'm not sure how I would have felt about it tomorrow."

He smiled a bit as he said,
"I know.  That's why I'm not going to.  You deserve better than that, Sweetheart.  This may be the hardest thing I've ever done, but we're going to take this slow.  I love you and I won't lie about it, I want you.  But we don't know each other well enough yet.  We're going to take our time and do this right."

"
Trevor, thank you.  I love you, too and I agree.  I don't want to mess this up.  I've never felt this way about a man before and it's a little scary.  But I do know I don't want to rush it and mess it up."

"
Oh, Sweetie, you're killing me here, but we're going to take our time and do this right.  There's no need to be scared.  I'll do my best to take good care of you." 

She cuddled up in his arms again and said,
"I know.  Thank you."  Then a bit of her mischief came out and she said, "And who knows?  One of these days I may even learn to listen when you try to take care of me."

Her playful comment was exactly what they needed to lighten the mood a bit.  He answered her flip remark with,
"Oh, you'll learn all right.  The only question is how many spankings will it take before you do?"

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Hopefully, not very many," she said, rubbing her bottom.

Moving her hands away from her bottom and holding them in his own hand, he said,
"You'll also learn that I don't allow rubbing after a spanking."

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You don't?"

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No, ma'am."

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Why not?"

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Because I worked hard to put that pain on your bottom and the lesson in your head.  If you rub it away right away I'll have to do it again and again and again and again and "

"
Okay, I get the picture."

He chuckled as he said,
"So if I catch you rubbing all my hard work away after a spanking I'll be forced to work even harder and renew the pain, so the lesson will be refreshed in your mind, as well."

She looked up at him, a question written all over her face. 
"Are you serious?"

"
Try rubbing again and see."  He paused, holding her eyes, then hugged her a bit tighter to him and said, "Yes, I am serious, Sweetie.  If I see you rubbing after a spanking I will refresh the spanking."

Her eyes got wide as she realized how serious he was. 
"Okay, so no rubbing.  Got it."

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That's my girl."  He kissed the top of her head as she lay back against his shoulder again.

They talked for ten more minutes with her on his lap, his arms around her.  Once again she
found she liked the cuddling after a spanking, but wasn't too keen on the spanking itself.  There had to be some way to get the cuddling without the pain.  Then it hit her and she blurted out, "You can't get the one without the other."

He looked at her, totally confused. 
"What?"

"
I just realized why I like cuddling so much after you spank me."

Still totally confused, Trevor repeated,
"What?"

"
Okay, let me explain something here, but please don't be mad at me."

Glad she felt she could open up to him, he agreed. 
"Okay, I'll try not to be upset.  What do you want to explain?"

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The first time you spanked me, while we were riding?"

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Yes."

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I hated the spanking, but I loved being held in your arms afterwards."

He smiled. 
"I'm glad."

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Yeah, but then in the weeks afterwards I thought a lot about that whole ordeal and I remembered how good it felt in your arms.  You've held me in your arms since then and although I loved every single time, it wasn't quite the same and I couldn't figure out why.  I'm not saying it wasn't as good, it just wasn't quite the same and I didn't know why.  I wondered if maybe it was just because it was the first time you held me in your arms.  So in thinking about it more, I didn't remember the spanking hurting quite so much and I started thinking maybe I'd do something to get you to spank me again just so I could see if it feels different again, or if it was because of it being the first time."

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Trying to get a spanking is called bratting and I don't like it at all," he said, a stern look on his face.

"
Well, don't worry, I didn't do that this morning on purpose.  I was still thinking about it, though, trying to decide what I could do."

He frowned, but let her continue. 
"So anyway, I didn't have to try to earn one; I guess I did it all on my own."  He chuckled.  "But the point being, I now know why cuddling feels different after a spanking."

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Why?"

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You'll probably laugh at me."

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Sweetie, I won't laugh at you.  I really would like to know what you're thinking and feeling.  It helps me understand you better."