Page 5 of Unbreakable
My gloved hands followed the curve between her waist and her hips.
“A head start for what?” she tried.
“Stop playing games.” I bent into her ear, coiling myself around her body. “Run.”
Jeanine broke from my grasp, dashed past me, and flew down the stairs.
“One, two . . .”
The basement door creaked open, the path to our bigger family room. Her feet pattered on the stairs in her ever-gracefulway. Once a dancer, always a dancer. She could sneak up on me like no one I knew.
I started after her, knowing exactly where she was but wanting to build the suspense. With careful, even steps, I went down to the first floor, letting my footfalls be loud and slow. I walked through each room, fully knowing she wasn’t there.
Opening the door to the basement, I said, “Here, kitty kitty.”
I descended the stairs. She’d done good—I couldn’t see her anywhere, even coming down the stairs where I had a higher vantage point.
“When I find you, little one, it’s gonna be over for you.”
As I looked behind curtains and furniture, my ears picked up heavy breathing.
“Oh, little one. It’s almost like you want to get found. Like you want to find out what I’ll do to you.”
And there she was, crouching behind a chair. She gave out a tiny shriek, then sprinted out the side opposite me. I tore after her, catching her by the waist and lifting her off the ground. “Gotcha.”
She put up a fight until I put my gloved hand over her mouth, her cat ears knocking askew. “Quiet now,” I cooed. “Wouldn’t want to wake the children.”
I tossed her face down on the couch, then flipped her to her side so she could watch me. I stood over her, unbuckling my belt. Jeannie’s eyes went big. I’d never spanked her with my belt before, though I’d threatened it.
In a fun way, of course. We knew each other’s limits after so many years together, and she always spoke up if anything changed.
“What to do with you first?” I slid my belt out of my belt loops. “My belt or my hands?”
“Hands,” she pleaded.
I pinned her hands together over her head, looping the belt around her wrists once, twice, until I could buckle her hands together. “Keep them up here for me.”
“Are you going to be nice to me?” she asked, her voice all high and innocent.
“Pretty girl, I’m going to use your holes any way I want to.” She whimpered as I ran my gloved thumb below her lips. “Starting with this one. But first, I need to spank your ass raw for running away from me.”
I turned her to her stomach, her arms still bound overhead. My Jeannie, all stretched out for me. I smoothed my hands over her ass cheeks, giving them a playful squeeze. “What will you do if you’ve had enough?”
“Say ‘banana.’”
“Or?”
“Or kick my leg.”
I nodded. “Good girl.”
Then I lifted my hand to give her the punishment we both knew was coming, something we’ve always loved together. I love dishing it out and she loves taking it.
I wound up and gave her a good spank, her ass bouncing from the impact. Again, and again, her head cocking back as she took it like a pro. Her ass was nice and red, my leather gloves adding to the experience.
“That feel better, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
