Taking Control: Spanking In The Night

Tom stood as a shadow against the wall. Late night was giving way to early morning and all I wanted was to fall on my motel room bed and sleep. He did not move when I entered the room. The door slammed shut, I stared at him and he stared at me. I felt the sympathy in his grimness and knew he knew. It had only been a matter of time before they all knew, but I was still far from ready.

"Where you been?" Tom asked.

"Out," I said, stepping further into the room and tossing my purse aside on the small table by the window.

"That's not an answer," He said and I walked toward the bathroom.

Glancing over my shoulder, I said, "I wasn't aware I answered to you."

"I'm not a fool," He said, making me wonder if he knew more than I thought he did.

"No?"

Shaking his head, his mouth opened a touch and he said, "I know about Olivia."

I turned the water on at the sink and splashed cold droplets in my face. Tom crossed the room to lean against the door frame behind me. I watched him in the mirror. He was worried. It was written on his face. I dabbed a towel against my face and blinked to clear away the fogginess.

"Gina?" I asked and he nodded.

"So," I said, tossing the towel on the counter and turning to face him, "now what?"

He said, "She says you aren't sleeping—

"And you're keeping me up," I said.

"And when you do, you have nightmares," He said.

I looked away from his piercing gaze, pushing my way passed to sit on the bed and said, "Is there a point?"

"We could talk," He said.

I slipped my shoes off and said, "Sure, you go ahead. I'm going to try to get some sleep."

"I kind of figured you'd say something like that," He said and I unzipped the back of my dress.

I paused for a moment, meeting his concerned gaze and said, "Tom, I appreciate the concern, but seriously, I'm exhausted and I just need a good night's sleep."

"I couldn't agree more," Tom said. "If Jack was here, I'm sure you'd be getting one too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"The way Gina tells it, I'm sure Jack would be giving you exactly what you need," Tom said.

I sighed, shaking my head and said, "What is it with you two?"

Tom said, "Gina is worried about you and so am I."

"That's not what I meant," I said and Tom replied, "Oh?"

I said, "You and Jack. First, he thinks there is something going on between you and me and now you're acting like I've got something going on with Jack. I'm not that into either of you, so get over yourselves."

"Whoa!" Tom said and I said, "I'm not a horse."

Tom crooked his head to the side trying to pretend he was not holding back laughter. I slipped up off the bed and pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, allowing it to slide to the floor. Reaching underneath the pillows I pulled the bedsheets back and slipped into bed. Tom watched me, obviously trying to decide his next words a little more carefully. I laughed and his faced cracked into a smile.

"You," Tom said, wagging his finger at me, "are a brat."

Continuing to laugh, I said, "You're just now figuring that out?"

"I'm a little slow sometimes," He said and I said, "I've noticed."

"But I know exactly what to do with a brat," He said.

"Do you?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes.

"Yes," He said, closing the distances between us with slow steps.

"And what is that?" I asked.

Tom said, "A long trip over my knee."

"I hate to bring it up," I said, glancing at his crotch, "but I'm the boss and if there are going to be any trips over a knee, it will be my knee."

"You can resist," He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of bed.

My eyes flashed wide and he said, "But I know what you need."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping his hold on my arm. I gasped as he pulled me into him and flipped me over his knee. My face and chest bounced against the mattress and my legs flailed helplessly in the air. Tom's hand crashed against my upturned buttocks with a light sting that felt more like an electric shock than a spank.

Turning my head back to look up at him, I said, "You wouldn't dare."

"And I thought I was slow," Tom said, slapping his hand against my bottom like punctuation on the end of his sentence.

"You're way out of line," I said, reaching back trying to protect my bottom from his spanks.

"Uh uh," Tom scolded, adjusting his hold on me to pin my arm behind my back while he continued to rain spanks down on my bottom.

"Let me go," I said, kicking and squirming.

"I'm not going to hurt you," He whispered in my ear.

The rhythm of his spanks pulsed in my head as I struggled against his hold. I huffed into the sheets becoming frustrated by my inability to escape him or his swinging his hand. He chuckled at the sound of my breath and his hand came to rest against the warmth of my bottom. I glared back at him, twisting until the pain in my arm forced me to stop. He rubbed his hand over my panties as if he was polishing my bottom to a brilliant shine.

"You're going to regret this," I said, seething.

He said, "Not as much as I regret not doing this a long time ago."

His finger slipped inside the waistband of my panties, snapping the elastic against my skin. We both knew what he wanted to do, but I was not going to make it easy for him. I hooked my feet around his other leg and pushed my hips hard against his knee. He merely laughed at my silly attempt to maintain some modesty and resumed his spanking attentions to my bottom.

"You've needed a good spanking since the moment we met," He said, his hand slapping away.

"And you think you're the only one man enough to give it to me, right?" I said.

"Something like that," Tom said.

I replied, "Don't flatter yourself. You aren't half as good as you think you are."

"This is meant to help you, not hurt you," Tom said.

"It's not working," I said, "You might as well stop."

Tom laughed. His hand never missing a beat nor slowing in its rapid rise and descent upon my bottom. I gave up trying to break free of his hold. He was too much stronger than I and clearly experienced in restraining a woman over his knee. Although the spanking had elicited a bit of a sting in my bottom, it was in truth, not all that painful. The building warmth was bring about an entirely different response and if I am honest, it was not all bad. Not even a little bad, but I was not about to tell him that.

"Do you know why you are always getting into trouble?" Tom asked.

"I'm sure you're about to enlighten me," I said, rolling my eyes.

"In more ways than one," He said, his hand increasing its rate of fall against my bottom.

My eyes sprang wide open at the increased intensity. I ground my hips against his leg. The sharp slaps of his hand kept my nerves tingling and my head swimming. I twisted and squirmed in his hold floating between attempts to avoid his onslaught and desires to surrender to its rhythm. My breathing turned ragged and raw.

Tom whispered, "I know the truth about you," and I blushed, embarrassed by the mere possibility he suspected something of the thoughts and emotions coursing through me.

"You're afraid," Tom said, his hand slowing its pace, "Afraid to be yourself. You're afraid if anyone ever sees the real you, they'll know you're just a girl, but that's all you really are. You're afraid no one will hold you, care for you, love you, if they knew the truth."

I wanted to scream at him, tell him he was wrong, that I was not afraid, but visions danced in my head. He was at least partially right. I was afraid, scared of the images in my dreams, my nightmares. The reflection of myself in the dark, still waters of a cave, the haunting words of Olivia, the shadowy man who seemed so familiar and yet so imposing. I felt myself slipping away from the moment, the connection between myself and Tom became a ghostly touch. Fear of the answers to the questions I dared not ask, engulfed me and threatened to sweep me away from Tom, from sanity.

"But you're wrong," Tom said, his voice pulling me out of the spiral of fear washing over me, "I know you. I know everything about you and I'm here to hold you, to care for you, to love you."

I latched onto the sting of his hand's slapping against my bottom. Tears stung at my eyes and I let them fall without restraint. I relaxed in his hold, surrendered to his strength, allowing it to engulf me. For the first time in weeks, if not ever, I felt safe, protected. Tom released his hold of my arm, somehow sensing the cessation of resistance in my body. I folded my then free arm beneath me, resting my head and basking in the warm glow Tom's hand was creating within me.

His hand came to rest against my bottom once more and I said, "Don't stop."

I could feel the smile on his lips from the touch of his hands on my body. "Don't worry," He said, his hands slipping into the waistband of my panties once more. "I won't."

I pushed my hips up, allowing him easy access to slide my panties down my legs. His fingers brushed over my skin with a gentleness I had never felt before. The slightness of his touch ignited a tingling in my nerves. My body ached for a firmer touch while enraptured by sensual stroke of his fingertips. Tears continued to drip from my cheeks, but every part of me was smiling.

His open palm smacked against my bare bottom. I gasped with the sharp spark shooting through my nerves. His calloused hand rubbed my reddened bottom before rising and striking it once more. I pushed myself against him with every slap of his hand and raised my bottom in the air each time his touch receded. The seconds between spanks left me aching for another touch. I closed my eyes and allowed instinct and emotion to control my every muscle.

"I told you, you needed this," Tom said and I replied, "Yes."

The spanks turned more leisurely. His hand felt relaxed and loose as it connected with my bottom. Tears flowed freely from my eyes, cleansing away tension and fears I had kept buried for far too long. Never in my life could I have imagined a spanking would leave me feeling so pure and clean. My tears stopped of their own accord and my thoughts became clear. The spanking came to an end and incredibly, I wished it would go on.

His strong arms lifted me off his knee and gently laid me to rest on top of the bed. He turned to leave and I caught his hand with my own. Turning to me, a friendly smile rested on his lips. Feeling shy, I looked away from him for a moment, needing to gather strength. He turned and started to pull away.

"Stay," I said and he turned back to me saying, "I shouldn't."

"We're far passed that," I said, pulling him until he laid on the bed beside me.

I rolled myself into his arm, resting my head on his chest. He held me tight to him. His fingers brushed aside stray hairs from my forehead and he leaned down to kiss me there. I snuggled against him. My eyes fluttered closed. Feeling warm and safe and loved, I drifted off into sleep. There were no nightmares this night.