Surprise Baby.

"Hi there."
"Hi."
"What are you up to? Talk to me."
"I'm hopping on the plane to Vegas with a couple friends."
"Ah, where are you staying?"
"I think Caeser's. Yeah, it's Caeser's.  What are you up to?"
"I just got out of a business meeting.  I'm exhausted.  I just wanted to see how you were and what you were up to."
"Aww, that's sweet.  I'm great, but I gotta get going, the plane's going to take off soon."
"Okay, text me when you get to the hotel."
"I will. Kisses."

15 minutes later, the planes takes off and I swiftly fall asleep.

"Cee, wake up.  We've landed."

I grab my stuff together and think about texting him.  I miss him, he's been away on business for two weeks and it's the first time I've heard his voice in over 5 days.  I love what I have with him, but I hate that sometimes I don't see him for weeks at a time.  As we starting exiting the plan I turn my phone on and text him.

"Miss you sir."

I throw my phone back into my bag and we start walking towards baggage claim.  As we waited for our checked bags, I feel my phone vibrate.

"Miss you to baby.  I know it's been a while, I'll see you soon.  I promise. Oh and don't forget, I'll text me when you get there."

We get all of our bags and we get into a taxi and the drive is only 15 minutes.  We unload and walk through until we reach check-in.  I grab my phone and I text him and tell him we're checking in.

"You're cute as a button."
"Oh stop, you're making me blush."
"No, really, you look cute in what you're wearing."
"Huh?"
"Look over to your 5 o'clock."

I immediate turn around and there he is, smiling and looking gorgeous in a suit.  I drop my stuff and I run over to hug him.

Bed Time.

While he was finishing up some work at his desk, I cuddled up in a huge comfy leather chair with a book.  I read a couple chapters but I felt my eyes getting heavy and I started dozing off.  He saw me out of the corner of his eye and got up.

"Babe, it's late.  Come on, let's put you to bed." he said as he reached his hand out.

In a daze, I reached for his hand and followed him to our bed.  I change and put on one of his tee's and crawled under the covers.  He sat down and kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'm just going to finish up a couple things, I'll be back in a little."

"But I wanted to go to bed with you.  If you have more work to do, I can read a little more with you then we can go to bed together." I say.

"No, you were barely keeping your eyes open before.  You haven't been sleeping much lately.  I want you to go to bed now.  Don't you dare stay up." He says as he tucks me in and then he leaves back to his office.

I realize I can't fall back asleep so I reach for my phone to check my emails.  There are more than a couple, so I delete some and as I'm replying back to the last one, he walks into the room.

He clears his throat and says "Didn't I tell you not to stay up?"

I look up and say "Yes, but I couldn't fall back asleep..."

He goes to turn on the light, and I pull the blanket over my head.

"You've been tossing and turning the past couple of nights.  And on that phone of your's a lot in bed because you can't fall asleep."

I'm frustrated and I don't want to talk, so I flip over to my stomach and bury my face into my pillow.  As tears fill my eyes, I try not to make a sound.

"Well, if you won't talk to me, I'll just spank it out of you." he declares.

"No, you can't.  I won't let you.  I refuse.  I am not in the mood for a spanking.  I didn't even do anything wrong." I bark back at him from under the covers.

He responds with, "Actually, I asked you nicely to go to bed and you didn't.  I wasn't asking because you need to be told when to go to bed, but because I knew you've been having trouble lately sleeping and I thought you'd just listen to me and actually go to bed.  So yes, you defied me.  Therefore, I will spank you.  And you are being quite bratty, if I do say so myself."

I knew he was right.  But I had no intention of making it easy for him.  I cocooned myself in the blanket.  I heard him sigh and shuffle around.  Then I feel him sit on the bed.

"I know you don't want this spanking, but you're going to get it anyway.  So by the count of three, I want you to get out from under those covers and positive yourself over my lap.  One. Two. Three."

I don't budge. I know what he asked, but stress from work is eating at me and spanking isn't going to cure it.  I know. As I think about work, I get overwhelmed and I start sniffling.  Because I'm deep in thought, I don't realize he has practically fought through the covers to get me.  I see his hand so I give up and come out from under the covers.

"Over my lap." He says sternly.  Even with tears in my eyes, he's unwavering because I didn't talk to him before.  So I position myself over his lap.  He pulls my panties down to my knees and spanks me with his hand.  I start to whimper and squirm.  My hand makes its way back to cover my ass. And he clears his throat.  "You know better." he says.  As I move my hand, with the hand he's not using, he grabs my wrist and pins my arm behind my back.

"25, hard ones with the hair brush.  I want you to count each one and say 'I will go to bed at a decent time.' after each one."
"Yes, sir."

He starts and I cry out.  By the 15th one, I am blubbering and my sentences are barely coherent. "It just hurts so much.  I'm sorry for not listening to you.  Please sir, can you stop.  I've learned my lesson." I say while sobbing.  He stops and rubs me and I cringe.  I'll definitely be feeling this tomorrow.  I calm down as he continues to rub me.

"Hey, put your head on that pillow and lay on your stomach so I can continue to rub your bottom."  I do as he says but I don't look at him.  "Oh and face me." he says as I was about to face away from him.  I don't look at his face and tears begin to fall again.  He wipes away my tears with the pads of his thumbs, and says "Shhh, I know, you're high strung from work.  But staying up all night isn't going to help you out.  It's just going to wear you down. Just try to get some rest."  As he says that, I move close to him and put my head against his chest.  As he gently rubs my bottom, I slowly drift into a deep sleep.

Power Exchange.

Disclaimer: This post contains a story sexual in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

I had just come home and collapse on the couch.  It had been an extremely rough shift at work and all I keep thinking is that I wasn't ready for the night I was suppose to have.  I have roughly a hour and a half to get ready.  I peel myself off my couch to run the bath water, turn on some music, set an alarm for 30 minutes, pour myself a glass of Riesling, turn the water off and get into the tub.

As I finish my wine, I start to relax and doze off.  In what seems like 2 minutes later, my alarm goes off.  I open my eyes and I don't feel any better.  I finish washing up, I get out of the tub and walk back to the living room to grab my phone.  I see that I have a text from him so I open it.  It says "I'm running a little late, can you come here instead of me going to you?"  I text him back, "No problem, I'll leave in about 45 minutes."

I walk into my room, and I see that he has bought me the new dress and put it in my room, which brings a smile to my face.  No wonder he's running late.  What is he up to?  I pull out a pair of red pumps and pick out a pair of earrings that go with the dress. I finish getting ready and get the dress on.  He is good at this.  And I head out.

I get to his place and the doorman lets me in.  I take the elevator to his apartment and let myself in.  I hear the shower running so I go to his room and sit on his bed.  I guess I was in deep thought because I don't realize that he's in the room, "You look fabulous."  He startles me, but I respond with "Only because of you" and get up to give him a kiss.  God, he looks good in just a towel.  

After the kiss he says, "You don't give yourself enough credit, you're beautiful because you're you. Give me 10 minutes, I"ll be ready."  I sit back on the bed and I watch him get ready.  He puts his suit and tie on and I get up to fix his crooked tie.  I didn't think it was possible but I think he looks even better in that suit than when he's naked. 

We leave his apartment and 20 minutes later, we're at the venue for his company party.  My stomach growls as we walk in and he gives me a look but we're greeted by his co-workers and he goes to grab me a drink.  He comes back with a martini and whispers in my ear, "Don't drink too much tonight." And goes back to his people.  He is definitely up to something tonight.  First the dress and now the sudden limit on drinks.

The party comes to an end and we leave the venue, we get in the car and he starts driving.  I don't mean to, but I fall asleep.  I don't know how long it's been, but the car stopping wakes me.  I realize we're not at his apartment, but at his beach house.

I look at him and ask him "I knew you were up to something.  How long have we been driving?" and he says, "About 2 hours."  He unlocks the car and gets out and gets a small suitcase from the trunk.  I get out of the car and follow him into the house.

Tickets Schmi-kets

As I drive to his place, I try to think of how to explain to him what happened.  Because no matter what I say,  I'm going to end up over his knee or the bed for a spanking. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.

Earlier that day:

I had been driving home from work and I had gotten a text from my best friend.  I hadn't talked to her in days so without thinking I opened the text and she was asking if she could call me.  So, I picked up the phone and called her, but I realized as I pressed send and put it on speaker that there were flashing lights behind me and my first thought was "Oh shit" and hung up the phone.  I pulled over and the officer came to my window and asked for my license, insurance, and registration.  As I handed it over, he asked if I knew what I did wrong.  I told him that I was using my phone, and he said that was why he pulled me over.  He checked my information and proceeded to write me a ticket.

I find parking and I ring his buzzer.  He lets me in and my stomach is in knots.  I really don't know how to bring it up.  He opens the door and immediately knows that there's something I need to tell him.

"Hey, you. What's up?" he says.

I give him a look back and I don't say anything.

He replies with, "Well, I know you have something to say to me, so spit it out.  If it's bad you know that it'll only be worse if you don't tell me right away."

I sigh and I say "I'm kind of in trouble..."  He continues to look at me with demanding eyes.  "I was maybe calling M while driving."

He looks really mad, like he's going to pop his lid mad.  "What is one of your very few rules?" he asks.

And I reply with "Don't use your phone while you're driving... Oh, and there's a little more to that story."

His eyes get bigger and I say "I got pulled over and I got a ticket."

"My goodness. Young lady, we have been misbehaving haven't we?  I want you to stand in the corner of my room.  I want you to think about what you did." He responded in a disappointed tone.

All I can manage to say is "Yes sir."  I don't regret much, but this is something I regret doing.

I walk to his room and put my nose in a corner.  I don't know how much time has passed but I hear him walk into the room.  I know better than to turn around so I stay put.

He comes up behind me, grabs the base of my hair and makes me look in his eyes.

"Have you had enough time to think about what you've done?"

"Yes.... I'm sorry." I say.

"And you will be. Bend over the bed." he replies with a cool voice.

His bed is high so when I bend over, I'm on my tippy toes. And I hear his take his belt off.  My heart starts to race.  I turn to look at him and he has a no non-sense look on his face which means I will not be able to plead with him.  So I bury my face into his comforter.

Within a couple seconds, I feel the belt crack right across my sit spot and I grit my teeth. 9 more come flying down, tears are coming down my face, and my reflex kicks in and I swing my hands back to rub.

"What do you think you are doing? he demanded.

"I-I-I-I'mmmm sooooorrrrryy. I couldn't help *hiccup* myself. If you could pleasssse restrain meee." I sob.

"Nope, I don't think so. This is your punishment.  You've been such a bad girl.  You cannot put in requests on how you receive your discipline.  Now put your hands away. If they cover your bottom again, I'm going to add extra strokes." He says sternly.

"Yessss sirrrrrrrr." I respond and I place my hands under my belly.  I grab the comforter tight and he continues.  I count up to 20 before I lose count because the pain is too hard to bear and he stops.

He places the belt on his nightstand and tells me to stand.

I stand up, sniffling and avoid looking in his eyes.  He stands in front of me, places his hand on my chin, and makes me look at him.

"Are you ever going to do that again?"

"No." I whisper.

"Excuse me, I didn't hear you."

"No sir." I say in a louder tone.

"Good girl. You took that spanking well." He says and he pulls me in for a hug.

Cleaning Aftermath.

Disclaimer: This post contains a story sexual in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

As I go to stand in the corner, he gets up and walks into our bedroom.  I'm tempted to rub because I have never felt my bottom like this before, but I don't want to risk getting caught.  So I don't.

I hear him stirring about in the room and I hope that was all for punishment because I don't know if I can take any more.  10 minutes pass and he walks back into the living room and sits down on the couch.

"Babe, come here." he says.

I turn around and he has a bottle of lotion next to him and I'm so relieved.

I straddle him and cringe while I do it.  I say, "Babe, I'm sorry.  I truly am.  I know I never kept anything from you. And I promise I will never keep anything from you, ever."

He responds with, "Lay over my lap so I can rub some lotion on your behind."

I go over his lap and he puts the cool lotion over my bottom and gently rubs it in.  As he rubs it in with his hand, I feel his other hand reach between my thighs.

"Huh, what do we have here? Naughty girl, so wet."  He says as he sticks two fingers in me and I start to feel his arousal beneath me.

I can't help but blush.  As he slowly moves his fingers in and out of me, I start to move my hips.  I can't concentrate and my breathing gets heavy.

Then suddenly he pulls his fingers right out and says "Oh, no.  I don't think so. I know you feel me underneath you.  I want you to do something about that."

I scramble to my feet then kneel between his legs.  I pull his pants down and let his engorged member free.  I cup his boys, look up at his eyes and watch him as I take him into my mouth.  I slowly start to move up and down, picking up speed as I go.  I hear him moan and he starts to push my head down. And I melt because it turns me on when he takes charge.

He starts to stand up, so I move with him.  He then says, "I want to lay on the arm of the couch, I'm going to take you from behind."

I lay on the arm of the couch and within a couple seconds he slams into my cervix, making me groan out loud.  He reaches under my shirt and cups my boobs and continues to pound into me.  Just as I'm about to come, he says "Come with me."

We both come and lay in silence for a few minutes. He flips me around and gives me a kiss and says, "I know you're sorry.  And I know that spanking was hard to take.  All is forgiven.  So, what do you want for breakfast?"

Come Clean

He knocks on the bathroom door and says, "Babe, we're going to be late for the surprise."

I open the door with my make up done.

"Crap, what time is it?" I reply.

"9:40"

I knew I should have cut my bath short.  Well, I'm almost done, so we'll just make it in time.  If I don't, M is just going to have to forgive me.

As I come out of the bathroom and walk into the bedroom.  He kisses me and gives me the look and I know what he's thinking.

I stop him and start to put on my dress and I say, "Don't even think about it. We'll make it just in time if we leave now.  So help me zip my dress." He pouts but zips up my dress and I say thank you.  We walk out the door and get into a cab and we get to the club within 10 minutes.

I told M's boyfriend, D, to bring her around 10 and that we have the VIP section for the night. God, I hope she's surprised because I know she'll love it.

I get a text from D 15 minutes later saying. "We're here." So I get let everyone know she's coming. 2 minutes later, we all yell "SURPRISE" and I know she's is and I am so happy everything worked out.

As always, M and I start the night off with a tequila shot and order our poison of choice, vodka Red Bull.  We grab our drinks and start dancing.

5 shots and 4 vodka Red Bulls later,  M and I end up outside for some fresh air.  Neither of us smoke regularly anymore but we both want cigarettes, so we walk around the corner to get a pack.

As I'm halfway through my second cigarette, he walks out with D and sees us smoking.

I lean in to kiss him and he stops me.  I frown at him and continue smoking.  After I finish, M and I head back inside and get a couple more drinks and continue dancing.

Tequila Mockingbird.

Oh my God, I have a killer headache.  I open my eyes and I realize that I didn't make it home. Ugh crap, I'm in his bed.  Speaking of, where is he?  And how much did I actually drink last night?  I guess a lot if I don't remember how I ended up here. Shit. I had a tab running, did I even get my credit card back?  I see my purse so I grab it and I rummage through it for my wallet.  I find my wallet and my credit card is there, thank God.

I walk into his bathroom and I realize that I'm not wearing what I wore last night.  I'm in one of his shirts.  I sheepishly smile.  Mhmm, it smells like him. Where are my clothes anyway?  Last night is such a blur.

I hear keys jingle, and the lock click.  He's back.

I squeeze some toothpaste on his toothbrush, stick it in my mouth and brush my teeth.  By the time I finish brushing my teeth, he's standing at the doorway of the bathroom, looking at me.

"Good afternoon, my little lush." He says, while we move back to his bedroom.

I blush. "It's already the afternoon? Oh boy."

"Oh boy is right.  It is the afternoon.  Do you remember anything from last night?"  He asks.

Late Night.

It's midnight and he just left and I miss him.  He has to get up early for a business meeting tomorrow.  I told him to go home, so he wouldn't get stuck in the awful traffic into the city in the morning.  I wish he didn't have such a early meeting, I'm not working tomorrow and I want to just snuggle with him.

I think back on tonight and it was great.

He came over with Thai and we ate.  After we turned the tv on and we sat on the couch.  I got sucked into the tv and time came for the commercials, I turned to him and he was just looking at me.

I furrow my eyebrows and say "What?"
"Nothing, you're beautiful." He says, and I blush.
He leans in to kiss me and I let him.  At the same time he turns the tv off.
"Very smooth, sir."
"Sir?" He says, sounding surprised. 
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh, you want to play?"
I smirked and he knew my answer. 

I know I told him that I'm fine and he should go home, he was wary and gave me that I-don't-believe-you look.  But he went because I practically pushed him out the door.  And now, I'm feeling very lonely and vulnerable.  Maybe I'll call him...

As I pick up my phone to call him, he calls me.

I answer, "Hey."

"Hey.  I just got home.  I wanted to let you know and I wanted to know if you're okay.  How are you right now?" He says, sounding concerned.

"I'm okay." I give a short reply.

"Hmm, babe, are you telling me what I want to hear or how you really feel?"  He questions my reply.

I sigh. "I'm telling you what you want to hear, okay? I was okay when you left and I didn't want you to drive so early tomorrow to beat the traffic.  I thought I'd be fine.  But I really would like to be cuddling with you... I'm coming down hard.  I just needed to hear your voice and I was about to call when you did.  Since I talked to you, I'll be fine." I say as tear well up in my eyes.

"No, it's not okay.  You're upset.  I hear it in your voice.  Which means you're not fine.  I shouldn't have left after that long session."  He says.

As I hold back my tears, I manage to say. "I am, but I'll be okay.  It's late and you have to get up early. I'm gunna go.  G'night."

He barely gets in a good night, and I hang up.  A second later the waterworks start.  I lay on my bed and form a circle of pillows around me, burying my face into a pillow.  A while later, as my tears and sobs subside, my phone vibrates.

It takes me a couple minutes but I open my text and it's from him. "I'm outside.  Buzz me in."  I'm dazed and confused.  I can't be reading this right.  It's 2 in the morning, he can't be standing outside right now.  I stand up and look outside and he's standing there waiting for me.  I buzz him in.

He knocks and I get up to open the door.  My hair is a mess and I have a tear-streaked face, I can't believe I'm answering the door for him right now.  As soon as I open the door, he hugs me and the tears start to fall again.

I try to say "Why are you here? You have work in a couple of hours." but I'm not to sure he understood between the hiccups and crying.

"I knew you would be like this.  I shouldn't have left."  He whispers in my ear as he's hugging me.  "Besides, it's a video conference.  So I brought my laptop so I can do the meeting here and I'll spend the rest of the day with you."

I look at him and think "What did I do to deserve such a good man?"  Instead I say, "You can't just not go to work because of me.  You have a job to do. I don't even know why you came.  I said I would be fine.  You never listen to me."  He looks surprised.  To be fair I'm surprised I said that, maybe something is eating at me.

"Actually I can do what I want, I do not answer to you.  Plus I have 3 weeks of PTO accrued.  I could have cancelled my meeting too but I didn't because it was a headache to find a time that worked for all of us.  And you do know why I came, you're a wreck and you can't deny it.  So I am choosing to be with you tomorrow, whether you like it or not."  He says calmly.

Tears start to fall again and he wipes them away with his thumbs.  I manage to say "I'm sorry, thanks for coming."

"I know." he says "Now, it's late, let's go to bed."

We lay down and I cuddle up against him and within minutes I fall asleep.

Defying Him.

Ugh, I think I'm going to be late. I hope that I'm not because I was late last time and he said that there was going to be consequences the next time I am late.  I look at my watch and I have 10 minutes to get to his place. I'm not going to make it.  I can't even text him because my phone died and I don't have my car charger with me.

I drive fast, way over the speed limit and I make it to his house in record time. 15 minutes.  But it's street cleaning day and I can't find a damn parking space.  I search for 10 minutes and I find one down the block.

I ring his bell and he buzzes me in.  I walk up the 3 flights of stairs to his apartment and knock.  He yells "It's open."

I go inside.  He's sitting on the couch, watching tv.  As I go to sit next to him, I say "Babe, I'm so sorry I'm late. I got caught up reading and I left late.  I meant to text you but I didn't charge my phone last night and it died."

"Hmm, excuses excuses." He replies.

"They're not excuses.  I just wanted to let you know what happened." I say in return.

As he stands up, he says "Right."  I can't tell if he's upset with me.  Then he asks as he walks over to the kitchen "Do you want spaghetti or penne with your chicken parm?"

I respond, "Penne, please. I'm starving.  It smells so good.  Thanks for cooking." and I give him a sheepish smile.

"Did you eat today?"  He asks.  And suddenly I freeze because I know he's not going to be happy with my answer.

"Yes, I did eat."

"Hmm, can I ask what you ate today?" He questions me.

I want to say no, but I know better.  "Well, I got up late so I had a banana, and a couple hours later I had a couple bites of ice cream.  Oh and I drank some water and Powerade...I wanted to eat with you and not ruin my appetite..."

"None of that counts as actually eating.  Well, the banana counts.  But it is 6pm and you've eaten practically nothing.  I've asked you several times to eat better." He sighs and sounds disappointed.

"I know. It's just that I woke up late today. I swear."  I quietly whisper.

"So you're giving me more excuses.  First it's excuses about your tardiness and now it's about your eating.  And to top it off, I've spoken to you several times about both and you said you would correct your behavior."

There's a lump in my throat because I know he's disappointed in me.  The lateness I take full responsibility of but the eating, sometimes I can't help it.  I guess I should tell him that.  "Babe, I take full responsibility for being late and I apologize for making excuses about both."

"After we finish eating, you're going to stand in the corner of my bedroom and wait for me to clean up."

I have no choice but to agree.  So I nod.  We eat dinner in silence.  I'm not hungry anymore, but I know that I have to eat, so I finish.  I stand up and I walk to his bedroom and stand in the corner.

15 minutes later, even though it felt like an eternity, he comes in and tells me to come to him by the bed.  I obey and he bares my bottom and pulls over his lap and I see the dreaded hairbrush on his nightstand.  I cringe at the thought of it.  I hate the brush.  Before he starts, or even says a word, I have tears running down my face.

He Knows.

It's 6 pm and I just got home from work.  Work wasn't bad and nothing had happened to make the day particularly bad. So I lie down and start to think.  I ask myself "Why am I feeling so overwhelmed?"  Fifteen minutes pass and I hear the front door open and close.

"Hey, I'm home." He calls out.  He starts walking towards the bedroom.

I don't answer because I'm in no mood to talk to anyone, let alone someone who'll know something's up just by the sound of my voice. Then I pull the covers over my head to hide and retreat to my cocoon of blankets.  He's in the room, I hear him taking off his belt and it falls to the floor along with his pants.  I lie still, trying to convince myself that maybe he won't know I'm lying there if I don't move.  But who am I kidding, of course he knows.

He pulls the covers.  My face is deep in a pillow and I don't look but I feel him looking at me.  "Are you really sleeping or are you ignoring me?" He rhetorically asks.  I move my face from the pillow to look at him.

The second he see my face, he know.  "Oh babe, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just been a long day." I reply and bury my face back in my pillow.

"I know it's not nothing. Talk to me." He says.

Why won't he just leave me alone?  In a moment of frustration, I yell "THERE IS NOTHING TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT."

As he picks up the belt from the floor he says "Well, I don't know what you're upset about but I will not tolerate you yelling at me because you're in a foul mood.  Get out of bed and lay over the edge of the bed."

In defiance, I don't move.  He's the one that pushed my buttons, why does he get to spank me over it.  I'm not getting up, I don't want this spanking.

"Young lady, you have until the count of three to do as I say before it gets infinitely worse."  He says in a serious voice. "One... Two..."

I stand up.  I give him the I-hate-you-right-now look and I bend over on the side of the bed. "You're treating me like a child." I mumble.

"I'll stop treating you like a child, when you stop acting like a child.  You could have just talked to me, but you didn't." He replies softly and pulls down my pants and panties.

I know I was wrong to yell.  Now on top of feeling overwhelmed, I feel sorry for yelling and taking it out on him.  That was wrong of me to do.  As I'm feeling sorry for myself, *CRACK* the belt land right across my full bottom.  13 more strokes without a warm-up, my bottom is on fire.  The 15th stroke hits my sit spot and I unleash the tears that I didn't know were coming.  5 more strokes, I'm sobbing and he stops.

I can't bring myself to talk because I'm crying so hard.  He pulls me onto the bed and holds me, whispering in my ear "Shhh, it's okay. Just cry it out."  I don't want to look at him because after all that bratting, he's being so understanding.  But he leans down, looks me in the eye, and kisses me on the forehead.  Letting me know that he's there.