Page 213 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Yes, I would. I sometimes like to use my finger in a very intimate way to get your mind ready to submit and for me to establish a dominant role. I usually do this before and after a spanking. But I also do it as a way to remind you of who is boss…so to say.” He pressed his finger a little more. “How does this make you feel? Does it make you feel submissive?”

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how I felt. All I could do was let out a small gasp every time his finger pushed a little further.

“Neely, answer me. How does my finger pressing here, make you feel?” Caine softly demanded.

I shook my head and pressed my face against his chest. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how to voice the mixture of emotions. I was embarrassed to have his finger invading such a forbidden area. Part of me wanted to escape his sensual probing, but another part of me wanted to scream for more. As his finger inched its way deeper, there was a slight pinch and burn that set my whole body on fire.

“Answer me,” Caine commanded in a much firmer tone. He thrust his finger the remainder of the way, punishing my silence.

“Desire!” I whispered between my gasps. My pussy was dripping with anticipation.

“Good. How does it make you feel mentally?” Caine asked while pressing his finger even deeper.

I shook my head again, hiding my blushing face against his chest. I didn’t know how to voice the emotion. Submissive? Controlled? Mastered? Whatever I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced. The presence of his finger had such a grasp of my internal struggles. My wall was crumbling with every second his finger possessed me. I wanted to just release and let go. Allow the feelings to rush through me. And yet something in me kept trying to fight them away.

“Neely, not answering me warrants discipline.” Caine began to pump his finger in and out. The action was not sensual or seductive like before but was replaced with firm and direct thrusts. The pace resembled a spanking, an intimate alternative to being spanked. I wanted to plead for more, and at the same time, I wanted to beg for him to stop.

Caine pressed his finger to the hilt and used the force to push me even closer to his body. He pressed hard against my inner depths. My gasp turned to a moan.

“I know this might be hard. Hard to let go and submit. I want you to relax and allow the sensation to spread inside you,” Caine coaxed. He kissed me lightly on the head as he slowly removed his finger, only to press it forward, past the tight ring, once more. “I’ll ask again. Does this make you feel submissive?”

Without pause I answered, “Yes.”

Yes, it did make me feel submissive. That was the only word that seemed to fit the rush of emotions coursing through me. I felt safe, protected, loved. I also felt compliant and obedient. But then the realization hit me. I felt feminine, womanly. And Caine was masculine and dominant. Everything felt right.

Caine slowly removed his finger, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. He quickly pulled me closer into his strong embrace. With his arms wrapped tightly around me, I closed my eyes and relished the dynamic that was just created.

“Are you all right, sweetheart? That was a pretty intense thing we just did,” Caine asked as he squeezed me even tighter.

I nodded my head. “I had no idea…I didn’t know.”

“Does that help explain why I would use my finger on you?” Caine asked.

I nodded again. “Yes.” I pulled away enough so I could look into his eyes. “I find it hard to see how that could be considered a punishment. It made me want you even more.”

Caine smiled before softly kissing my lips. “I like the way you think. But trust me, it isn’t always going to be something you enjoy. Can you imagine if you were mad, and I did that? And this time I wasn’t angry or disappointed in you, so you didn’t feel any remorse. And you didn’t do anything wrong, so you weren’t anxious that a spanking was going to follow.” Caine paused and took a moment to just look at me. “I need you to always trust that I have your and our best interest in mind. I will never abuse this.”

“I trust you with my life, Caine. I’m scared, and I’m nervous. But I’m also excited for our future,” I confessed.

“I’m excited too, Neely girl.”

Chapter Eleven

I was driving home from work smiling and humming along to the radio. I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life…euphoric. I loved my new job and the people I worked with. I loved how it challenged and stimulated me. But more than anything, I was madly in love with Caine. Our relationship in the past two weeks had been absolute bliss. We spent every free moment we had with each other. We cooked romantic dinners at home, or spent time jogging around the neighborhood. We would talk about everything from politics, religion, to our views on family. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. I was hopelessly in love.

Getting accustomed to Caine as a boyfriend took some getting used to at first. He had always been shielding and bossy toward me for as long as I could remember. But now, as a boyfriend, he was even more so. He was so loving and attentive but extremely protective. He made sure I ate properly and that I got enough sleep. He worried if I didn’t call him if I was going to be late. He lectured if I let my gas tank get too low. He doted on me completely. I had never felt so loved and cared for before. I had always been an independent woman and took pride on my ability to take care of myself. But damn, it felt good to have someone else want to do it.

I also loved how dominant he was in bed. I had never experienced, or could even have imagined, how exhilarating sex could be. He took me to new heights and new plateaus of an orgasm. There were times I felt as if I would explode and simply die from his passion. He could simply look at me with his sensuous eyes, and I would ache with need. It took everything I had not to think about sex constantly. He introduced me to new feelings and sensations.

I blushed as I thought about how he was patiently getting me ready for anal sex. He would press his finger into my tight entrance, taking his time. He then would put in a second finger, slowly stretching me, using my reaction to judge what I could handle. He would press deeper, leaving me breathless with the pleasure and the pain. I would beg and plead for more, wanting him to possess me completely. His answer was always that I was not ready, not yet. I would fantasize about what it would be like the first time he fucked my ass. He had awoken a passion and a need which I never knew existed. He allowed me to submit to my desires, allowed me to submit to him.

The only negative was I had yet to tell Coley or any of my friends I was romantically involved with Caine. I didn’t know how to approach that conversation. I knew deep down they would all be happy for me. But I was nervous because they all knew Caine believed in Domestic Discipline. The idea they all knew Caine would spank me made me hesitate in telling them. I didn’t know what to say about it, or how to describe it to them, mainly because Caine hadn’t used Domestic Discipline yet. The closest I came to a spanking was when we would play around in bed and tease each other.

I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, and from what I had been reading, it sounded like many couples benefited from a traditional marriage. I was surprised at the type of women online who practiced Domestic Discipline or what they called DD. They were doctors, lawyers, business women, and even Christians. I read stories of how adding it to a marriage had prevented many divorces. I also read how many women longed for discipline, but they were unsure of how to tell their husbands. I considered I was lucky I had such a powerful man who knew exactly what he wanted, and knew how to get it. Caine was the type of man romance novels were written about.

I was nervous about Domestic Discipline being in our relationship. Seeing Caine as the Head of Household seemed simple enough, but the idea he could, and would eventually spank me, sent butterflies to my stomach. It was hard to imagine Caine touching me in any way other than his kisses, his warm embraces, and his passionate lovemaking. There was a huge part of me that wanted to get it over with; to see what it would be like. As much as I was nervous, I was eager for it to happen as well. No matter what, I knew I would do whatever he asked. I loved him, and I knew with all of my heart that he loved me, too. Being honest with myself, I knew that there was a part of me that desired Caine spanking me. I wanted it. I needed it.

I pulled up to the house and my stomach sank the minute I saw Coley’s car. Not only had I not told Coley about Caine and me being in love, Caine was under the impression I had. I knew inside that house were two people who were absolutely incensed with me.

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