Deathless Discipline (2 page)

He blinked at her for a moment. “I'm working it out,” he said, and somewhere in his face she thought she saw the faintest ghost of that humor he usually had when he spanked her.

After a moment of comforting her, he placed her on her feet and told her to go and stand in the corner again. She obeyed him, leaning her full weight against the wall, freely rubbing her blazing cheeks because Dom had never instituted a “no rubbing” rule.

She had no concept of time. She was still sniffling when Dom called her back, his belt doubled in his hand. She felt a fresh spike of fear and her mind rebelled, certain that she couldn't take any more, but she submitted when Dom guided her to sitting on the bed, then lifted her two ankles high in the air. He had never used the diaper position before, and the exposure was almost too much. Her flesh was pulled taut, providing less padding than usual, and there was no way to hide her face from him. Worst of all her pussy felt exposed and vulnerable to his punishment. He lifted the belt and brought it down smartly. Her bottom jerked up in response and she gasped at the sting of it. He gave her another stroke, and then another, whipping her presented sit spots and the backs of her thighs again and again. She turned her head from side to side, wanting to hide her face from him. When she did sneak a glance at his face she thought she saw pain there, which somehow increased her anguish. Her bottom was ablaze and she could not help but struggle against his immovable hold on her ankles. He did not admonish her to hold still as he sometimes did. He must have known how much agony she was in.

It went on for what seemed like forever. She was sobbing so hard she couldn't even track the blistering strokes. She didn't know whether he gave her thirty or fifty or one hundred, but she lost herself in the pain, floating out to some disconnected place where she found release. She hardly noticed when it was over and he was carrying her to the head of the bed and tucking her in. She settled down to the warm feeling of him stroking her hair and rubbing her back.

“I love you from here to the ends of the earth,” he told her.

She felt an explosion of warmth and love inside her. She took his hand and pressed it to her lips, her face still wet with tears. “I'm sorry, Dom,” she sniffed. “Please forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you,
piccolina
.”

* * *

Dom woke in the afternoon to the sound of suckling. Kate's back was pressed against him as she lay on her side nursing Luci. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck. Luci's eyes were closed and she looked as if she were simply nursing in her sleep. He could watch his wife nursing his baby all night—it was truly a divine sight to him. Kate stealthily detached her nipple from the sleeping babe's mouth and rolled to face him.

“Have you been in bed this whole time?”

She shook her head. “I just came back to put Luci down.”

“Have you eaten?” Since her pregnancy, it had become a habit of his to take her to task over her eating. A breastfeeding mother needs 500 extra calories a day and Kate often forgot to feed herself when she was busy attending to Luci. She was an amazing mother, despite the hiccup the night before, which he guessed was a result of denying her own needs for too long.

“Yes sir,” she said with a smile.

He grinned. The “sir” thing was new. “Actually, when I was still mortal, I was referred to as
my lord
,” he said. “That was how my first wife always referred to me when she was in trouble. Stella too, for that matter.” He and Stella had been a couple 300 years ago.

“Is that what you want me to call you?” she purred, getting to her hands and knees and crawling down to pleasure him. “My lord Count?”

He groaned as she took him into her mouth. “Actually no. I think it's cute when you call me 'sir'.”

He watched her as she worked to pleasure him, her soft curls falling down around her fairy-like face. Her platinum hair was streaked with blue this month, and despite the fact that he was anciently old-fashioned in every other way, her ever-changing rockabilly style only enhanced her appeal for him.

Her naturally small breasts were two sizes bigger now that she was breastfeeding and they swayed and bounced under her thin shirt with her movement up and down his cock. He could see her nipples were stiff and erect and the smell of breast milk told him that her arousal had caused them to leak. He enjoyed the sensations and the view until his need to touch her overcame him and he sat up, grasped her waist, and spun her around, settling her hips over his mouth as she continued to work his hard length with her warm, wet mouth. She was wearing a short denim skirt and he hiked it up and pulled her panties to the side to tease her clit, flicking his tongue over its stiffened peak, then sucking, careful to hold her thighs rather than her sore bottom. He penetrated her with his thumb and she wriggled against it for release. He picked up tempo, thumbing her while his middle finger covered her anus. He waited until he could feel her desire starting to erupt and then applied gentle pressure on her anus so that it sent her over the edge, and she climaxed in a paroxysm of muscular contractions. He struck the femoral artery in her inner thigh, heightening the orgasm ripping through his own body with the erotic taste of her blood in a perfect exchange of fluids. When he finished, he licked the puncture wounds closed and kissed her inner thigh.

She crawled off the top of him and sat back, looking at him with a vulnerability that pulled at his heart. She was needy after last night, which he could understand. He had no problem giving her all the reassurance she required to know that his love for her was secure.

“Dom, can we get the second spanking over with now?”

His heart lurched for her.

“Sure,
bambina.
” He sat up and touched her face. “Are you anxious about it?”

She nodded, looking miserable.

He was wishing he hadn't set a second spanking, but he didn't believe in not following through on a promised punishment.

“I'm sorry I scared you last night. You were wise to ask me to cool off.” Not that he had felt out of control, but if his fangs were out in anger he shouldn't touch his mortal wife, no matter how sure of himself he felt.

Kate's eyes filled with tears, an acknowledgment of just how frightened she must have been. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. She curled into him tightly and he stroked her hair. “We're going to be okay,
bambina
. Everything's going to be okay."

After holding her and rubbing her back for a while, he drew back and lifted her beautiful face to his. “It really hurt that you would lie to me,” he said.

“I'm sorry, Dom,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “At the time it felt more like an exaggeration than an actual lie.” She swallowed, shrinking a bit under his stare. “But I saw how it affected you. Believe me, I don't want to see you look at me like that again.”

He blinked, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him—gratitude and love, tainted with pain.

He managed a wry smile. “You don't want to see the fangs again?”

“No sir,” she said, making him smile again. “Or not the angry fangs, anyway,” she added. The aroused fangs she could handle just fine.

He smiled again. “Go fetch me the rubber spatula from the kitchen.”

She gave him a strange look, a mixture of relief and wariness, as she straightened her skirt to obey. When she returned with the requested implement, he instructed her to remove her clothes and bend over the dresser. He watched her as she complied, unable to look at him.

“Spread your legs,” he said, nudging them apart with the spatula. He heard her breath draw in, felt the shimmer of growing desire and fear coming from her. “More,” he said, prodding her inner thigh. He rubbed her cheeks, which were still marked from the whipping he'd given her the night before. “You were a naughty girl last night, weren't you?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

He was rewarded with the delicious smell of her arousal. Spanking was Kate's “on” button when it came to sex. And though she wouldn't have enjoyed the disciplinary spanking she'd received the night before, talking about it now would drive her wild. Reframing it as erotic fodder after the fact was the quickest way for the two of them to reconnect after discipline.

“What happens to naughty girls?” he asked, tapping her bottom with the spatula.

“They get spanked,” she said, the slight quaver in her voice making him smile.

He popped one cheek with the spatula and she jumped. “That's right,” he said, popping the other cheek and watching her perfect little ass jump again.

“You got spanked with my
belt
, didn't you?” he murmured.

She whimpered at that.

“Didn't you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hips swaying back and forth, the moisture gathering between her legs so abundant that a drop fell on the floor.

“I gave you a spanking you'll never forget,” he said as he snapped the rubber spatula up, catching her squarely on her exposed pussy.

She gasped, jerking her hips to one side. He caught her hip and swung her pelvis back to center. “Stay very still for me, Kate,” he said lovingly, stroking and kneading her sore cheeks with his free hand. “You'll remember your spanking every time you sit today, won't you?”

Before she could answer, he brought up the spatula again. She cried out, causing Luci to wake with a wail.

“I got it,” he muttered and crossed the room to where Luci lay on the bed. He stroked her cheek, locking eyes with her and using vampire hypnosis to put her back to sleep.

When he returned to Kate, though, he felt something like resentment or anger coming off her, the arousal quickly fading.

“What?”

She remained facing the dresser and shook her head, without looking back. “Nothing.”

He picked her up at the waist, turning and plopping her on the dresser. He had to bite back an apology when she winced from the impact of the hard wood on her sore bottom—you don't apologize for discipline, unless it was unfair.

`“I've just made it clear how I feel about lies,” he warned.

She blanched, but her jaw thrust forward. She was staring somewhere in the vicinity of his right earlobe, rather than his eyes.

“Tell me.”

She heaved an exaggerated sigh, dragging her eyes to meet his. “Okay, it's just that I wonder why you couldn't have done that last night? Instead of letting her scream? Or was that part of my punishment—to see her so upset?”

“I
did
do that last night,” he snapped. “At least a dozen times. And the hungrier she got, the more quickly it wore off!” He took a breath and exhaled slowly, troubled that his irritation level was still so high. He ran a hand through his hair. “But maybe you're right. Maybe part of me did want you to see her distress,” he admitted.

He sat down next to her on the bureau and gathered his thoughts. “Listen, I've been thinking. Parenthood is a big stressor. I imagine you stayed out too late because you never get fun time anymore. And I'm thinking I have a short fuse because I've become a hermit here. I can't leave in the daylight, and I'm watching Luci the nights when you're performing with the band. And the nights when you're not out, I don't feel like leaving the two of you. But it's not healthy for either of us to just be living only for caring for our baby, regardless of how fulfilling it can be.”

Kate's bare thigh was pressed against his leg and she reached for his hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't know—” she started in a choked voice.

He waved his free hand. “It's okay. I just think we need to have a designated date night. Once a week we'll leave Luci with Stella and go out on the town together. How does that sound?”

Kate squeezed his hand and nodded. “I would love that. But Luci—”

“Would be in very capable hands.”

“Of course she would,” Kate said, but her voice contained doubt.

He put his arm around her, refraining from pointing out her lack of worry the previous night. “Stella loves her as her own, you know that.”

Kate nodded.

“Has she told you that she was pregnant once?”

“No!” Kate looked at him, surprised. “Before she was turned, you mean?”

“She was pregnant
when
she was turned, actually. It caused her to lose the baby, which has been a source of grief ever since. So having Luci here… well, I think it helps heal old wounds for her.”

“Wow,” Kate breathed and he could feel her empathetic grief for Stella's loss. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.

Kate slid off the dresser and stood between his knees, giving him her best baby doll eyes. She ran her hands up and down his thighs. “Are you still going to spank me?”

* * *

She was crazy to want a spanking considering how sore she was, but Dom had clearly been in the erotic spanking kind of mood, and she'd been more than half-way to turn-on before they were derailed. Dom looked at her thoughtfully.

“Yes, I think I will get back to punishing you,” he said, sliding off the dresser to stand.

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.

“Assume the position.”

She giggled and bent back over the dresser, leaning on her forearms.

“I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who lie,” Dom said, parting her cheeks with his hands. She sucked in her breath when she felt his thumb pressing into her anus. He pushed it all the way in and then slid it out, talking all the while in his deep, sexy voice. “Little girls get their bottoms punished. Like this,” he said, pushing deeper.

She moaned, relaxing and opening to his invasion. His thumb retreated and she heard the rustle of clothing, then felt the head of his cock pressing at her asshole. He had never fucked her here before, and she certainly had never wanted him to, but in this moment, the idea was sending her mind rocketing over the moon and her pussy into a puddle. He moved his cock lower, dipping it into the natural lubricant of her pussy, then brought it back up and pushed insistently on her anus. She gave a loud, appreciative moan, holding perfectly still as his wide cock stretched her hole.