Page 14 of Motivating Mira
Her eyes on mine, didn’t move. “Nope, the healthcare trenches aren’t for me.” She stood then, likely to shut down any follow-up questions I had, but as soon as she did, she started swaying like a tree in a storm.
“Have you eaten?” I reached out steadying her and guided her back into the chair.
“You sound like my mother. She’s been trying to kick me out and make me eat since noon.” A flash of guilt crossed her face, but she looked away quickly. Maybe there was more of the old Mira in there than I thought.
“You’re no good to her if you collapse. You need rest too.” I darted behind the nurse’s station where we kept a mini fridgewith sandwiches, ginger ale, and small snacks for the patients. I snagged a mini pack of crackers.
“Here.” I handed it to her.
She took it and looked up at me. Fiddling with the packet, she said. “Thanks. I probably do need food. But I’ve been sitting on my butt all day, how much more rest can I get?”
She rolled her eyes and something inside me tightened. It was an old reflex, as familiar as breathing, but this was a hospital, not Rawhide, and she wasn’t my sub… anymore.
Another memory flashed in my mind.
We were in our suite at the Ranch and she’d just rolled her eyes at me when I pushed her to eat more of the dinner I’d ordered for her.
I’d tossed her over the arm of the sofa so swiftly, she’d yelped in alarm. She knew how I felt about eye rolling, so I’d spanked her hard with my palm. Clap after clap echoed until my hand stung too. And then I’d forbidden her from moving from the spot on the sofa, and I’d stormed to the armoire where I’d found a wooden spoon.
“Don’t you dare move, Mira. This is a punishment.”
She’d gasped at that. “I’m sorry,” she’d blurted, and she sounded it. Her eyes even teared up as if disappointing me was far worse than the hand spanking I’d just given her. “I shouldn’t have rolled my eyes. Please forgive me.”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t have, especially when I told you how disrespectful I find it. And of course I’ll forgive you, honey. Right after I teach you not to do it again.” The spoon landed on her bottom hard and she yelped again, almost jumping from the spot where I held her down.
I’d spanked her harder than I’d done in our scene with the flogger, harder than when I’d used my belt after thebath I gave her. After a few more swats, I had to put pressure on her lower back with my palm. She kicked and wailed as I painted her pretty bouncing cheeks. But I didn’t scold her for moving. I never understood Doms who did that. Of course she’d squirm. The human body was built to avoid pain. Swat after swat landed, until she was gasping for air and had circle welts covering her cheeks and the backs of her thighs.
“Up.”
She obeyed, sniffling, and when she turned around, her eyes were pleading for comfort. I held open my arms and she fell into them, clinging to me as if I were the only thing keeping her upright. I’d let her stay in my arms until the hiccupping sobs abated.
“You weren’t kidding about not liking eye-rolling,” she’d said on another sniffle as I released her. She’d moved to the full-length mirror and looked over her shoulder at her bottom reflected in it and her eyes went wide. “That was a heck of a spanking, Daddy.”
That word, Daddy, coming out of her mouth had made my cock instantly harder and it was the first thing she noticed as soon as she looked back at me.
“I love that you’re my Daddy.”
I’d pulled her against me again. Kissed her head, face, neck and lips. “There’s no one else I’d rather call me Daddy, Girlie. But your punishment’s not over.” I’d pointed to the floor in front of me. She fell to her knees instantly.
“Unzip me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She’d struggled a bit with the zipper since my cock was pressing against the material so hard there was barely room to work.
“Show Daddy how sorry you are and when you’re done, I’ll take you over my lap, put ice on those welts and show you what a good girl you are again.”
“I feel so lazy,” Mira said, yanking me from my reverie. Her walls must have been down because this was the most she’d talked to me since we’d become reacquainted.
“You mean all the rest you’re getting with your nose in a textbook?” I blurted, suddenly not caring if I was pushing too hard. She needed to hear this before she burnt herself out completely. “Or listening intently to your mother’s life advice? Oh, or when you’re watching her like a hawk for any changes?” I purposely forced a teasing tone to my words even though I was serious about her lack of self-care.
If you were still mine….
Her smile, a little self-depreciating, lit up the hallway, or maybe it was just me it lit up, and I wanted so badly to pull her against me for a hug, and then to put her over my knee.
“Give yourself some grace, Mira. Mental exhaustion is still exhaustion. Go home. Eat. And then go to bed.”
“Is that an order?” she asked tentatively, and my heart sped up.
Snatching the crackers from her hands, I ripped open the package and handed them back to her.
