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“I guess you’re right,” I whined. “You can spank me if you want,” I flirted.

Caine laughed. “What have I created?” He looked at me and suddenly grew serious. “I don’t want to fight like that again. Understood?”

I nodded in agreement.

“I’m not mad at you for telling your friends, but I’m still going to spank you for doing so. I’m also going to spank you for screaming at me.” He sat down on the vanity stool and reached for my hand to assist me to bend over his knee.

I had no problem doing so since I really felt I deserved a spanking. It wasn’t a big deal, but I knew Caine had to spank me to stay consistent. He had to stand behind being the Head of Household, and allowing me to yell at him without consequences would have gone against everything.

“Since we’re in a rush, I’ll let you stay dressed. This one is going to be quick but hard.” He raised my dress to my waist exposing my bare bottom. Caine then reached for my hairbrush that he had threatened to use a short time before.

If I was honest with myself, I wanted the spanking. I didn’t enjoy the actual spanking, but I loved the submitting of my bare ass, and I enjoyed the feeling afterward; the sense of closure, and the ability to end whatever disagreement we had. I really loved the balance that was created. I loved having a man. I would almost feel euphoric afterwards. I would feel so good; tolerating the actual pain was worth it.

The first spank with the hairbrush made me jump and cry out immediately. “Oww, that hurts!”

Caine continued the spanking with what I now considered a horrible spanking implement. The hurt was there from the very beginning.

“Please, Caine, it hurts! I know what I did was wrong. Just stop,” I pleaded as I tried to block the spanking with my hand.

I pleaded for him to stop, but that wasn’t what I really wanted. If Caine had stopped, I knew I would lose respect for him. He would be giving me control, and I didn’t want the control. That was what I loved about Caine. He took the lead, and I wanted that in a man.

“Neely, stop trying to block or you’re going to get more swats,” he warned.

Caine continued to place one spank after the other. He continued until he had spanked me about thirty times before stopping. He stood me up and wrapped me in his arms. He didn’t bring me to tears, nor do I think that was his intention. Even though the hairbrush hurt like hell, it was a simpler spanking than some others. I could see my reflection in the mirror, and I could see the hairbrush paddling had left my bottom a bright shade of pink. Caine lowered his hand to my ass and rubbed it along the sensitive flesh. He then lowered my dress and pulled away so he could look into my eyes.

“It’s over now,” he declared with a long kiss.

“I love you, Caine.”

“Even when I spank you?”

“Especially when you spank me.”

He put out his arm for me to take. “Let’s get going so I can show you off to everyone as my woman,” Caine said with pride.

I wrapped my arm in his and said, “Let’s get going so I can show you off as my man.”

Chapter Fifteen

We walked into the party holding hands. It felt slightly odd to be arriving at a party and walking into Coley’s house as a couple. I had obviously been to many parties and gatherings Caine was at, but never as his girlfriend. Since this was a birthday party for Matt, there would be a lot of Caine and Matt’s friends in the room I didn’t know. And for some reason, knowing they too believed in spanking made me anxious. I was happy to see Coley walking toward us.

“Hey you two, I swear I’ll never get used to seeing the two of you as a duo,” Coley said as she gave me a hug.

“Hey sis, is Matt here yet?” Caine asked as he gave his sister a kiss on the cheek.

“No, not yet, but a lot of your friends are. Will you go make them feel comfortable, please? Offer them some drinks and stuff. I tried my best, but I still think they see me as your kid sister,” Coley said as she started to push him away.

Caine leaned in to give me a kiss. “I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

I nodded and smiled. “I’ll be fine. Go make your friends feel welcome.”

Coley put her arm around me and started to guide me to the kitchen. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

Coley had outdone herself with the party. The appetizers looked amazing, and she had a table of wines and champagnes. Light music played in the background, setting a relaxed tone. The outdoor patio had white lights strung around the posts and the wooden awning. Flowers in ceramic pots were placed everywhere. Her entire house had a very worldly and bohemian feel.

Just as Coley and I were getting a glass of wine, Kendall and Rebecca came through the door. They instantly spotted us and rushed over.

Kendall was the first to talk. “Details, details, Neely!”

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