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On the drive back, Jackson said, “The way it works is that when you do something wrong, I punish you, and we wipe the slate clean. No grudges, no recriminations. All is forgiven. Melda, please remember that’s what this is. You can use your safeword to either slow down or stop, but use it wisely. Calling ‘red’ doesn’t take away my right to correct you for your behavior. Do you understand?”
Paula chewed on her bottom lip. “Am I allowed to ask questions, Sir?” Her voice sounded small, like a child’s.
“Yes, you may.”
“What do you mean by ‘correct’ me if I have to use my safeword?” She was puzzled.
Jackson looked over at her. “Then I’ll find a different way to punish you. I think it’s unlikely with what I have in mind at the moment, though.”
“Are you mad at me, Sir?”
Jackson shook his head. “No, Melda. I would never punish you while I was angry. That’s not fair to either of us and would make me into a bully. I understand why you tried to hide your house from me”—he held up a finger—“but know that as your Master, I’m responsible for your well being, and I can’t do my job if you keep important facts about your life from me.”
Paula blinked at that. She was an adult, and she could take care of her own life! She remembered the cluttered mess in the other rooms and cringed. Maybe she did need to be punished.
“But it’s embarrassing!”
“Melda, look at me.” She peeked up at his sincere face. “There is absolutely nothing between us that’s embarrassing. I love every aspect of you—the good, the bad and the ugly. I want you to understand this punishment is more for your benefit than mine.”
“How is that, Sir?”
“You were worried about my reaction to the state your house is in, right?” She nodded. “You’re afraid it affects my opinion of you.”
“So, you’re not mad about the house, but because I kept it from you?” Did she understand him right?
“That’s right.” Jackson said.
She considered this for the rest of the trip to his condo. As they pulled into the drive, she said, “I think I understand. I’m willing to accept my punishment.”
Once inside, Jackson led her straight to the bedroom and gestured for her to go first. “Strip and kneel beside the bed.”
He strode over to the bed, pulled away the covers, and Paula hurried to do his bidding. What would he do? Would he spank her? Would it hurt? Did she want to get punished?
Not really. Well, maybe. Would it repair their relationship? With her ex-husband, misunderstandings and grievances had accumulated until they couldn’t bear to be in the same room. There had been so much hurt and anger between them it was almost palpable. She didn’t want that with Jackson.
“S-sir?” She hated how small her voice sounded.
“Yes, Melda?”
“Is everything really okay between us, after you punish me?”
His shadow fell over her. “Yes, girl, clean slate.”
She sighed in relief and straightened her spine in resolve. “Okay, Sir. I’m sorry I kept this a secret. Punish me as you see fit.”
“Wonderful. I’m proud of you, Melda.” He smiled broadly. “Go and lie down on your back in the middle of the bed.”
Paula rose and climbed on the bed. Wanting to keep his approval, she quickly scooted over to the middle.
“Spread your legs.”
With trepidation, she obeyed his order.
“Because you weren’t open with me, your punishment is going to be to open up a different part of your life,” Jackson said, and she could hear him move the chair. The telltale cracking alerted her he’d sat down. “You’re going to masturbate, and I’m going to watch.”
What? Paula shot upright and was met by a stern blue gaze.
“Don’t tell me you don’t masturbate.”
