Page 57 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

"Thank you. That's nice of you to say, but I'm just a distraction, Sean. You have Ashley. She has to come first. You have your life together here and an amazing career running this hotel. I know this time together, it's just a fun distraction."

"Distraction? Seriously? Don't think I don't know what you're leaving off the list of reasons why you don't think this is going to work between us. You don't think I've got what it takes to be the kind of man you need, do you, Traci?"

Her pupils flared. He knew he'd struck gold. She finally replied, "I never said that, Sean, but let's face it. You said it yourself, you'd never heard of domestic discipline before you met me. Never even thought of using physical discipline within a relationship."

"Maybe not, but I've been thinking of it non-stop since reading your research. Since listening to your impassioned speech. Since burying myself inside you, knowing we were as physically close as we could be, yet still sensing there was an intimacy still missing. It took me hours of reflection to finally realize what it was."

"I'm looking for a Dom, Sean. An HoH. Someone I trust to lead me, not just in the bedroom, but outside of it, too. I know most women would be appalled to hear me say this, but I can't help it. It's the truth."

"And that's all I ever want from you, Traci, is the truth. The question is, will you even let me apply for the job to see if I can be the man you are looking for?"

"And what if you are? Then what?"

"One problem at a time, Trace."

He saw tears in her eyes and gave her time to gather her thoughts. When she spoke, he wished she hadn't. "Why me? You could have any woman you want. A woman who doesn't have all of these irrational needs."

"Traci Jackson. It's bad enough you insist on putting yourself down, but I never thought you'd judge the submissives that you've been working with in your research. Are they all irrational too?"

His argument hit home. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Do I? And how about my irrational needs? I've told you that I may not understand why, but every time I read about the D/s relationships you've studied, it impacts me."

"You're just humoring me."

Sean was getting frustrated. He didn't know how to combat her arguments. The answer came to him in a flash. Could he? Should he?

It might help us both.

Sean slid his hands down to grasp Traci's bare biceps, squeezing her while he pulled her against his hard chest. He made sure she could feel his growing erection as he contemplated spanking a woman for the first time in his life.

"Do you remember what I said last night... if we were in a long-term relationship, what was the first rule I would put in place for you that would have consequences?"

Her lips parted and surprise shone in her eyes. She leaned on him for support, as if she were having trouble holding herself upright under his dominant glare. His confidence grew.

"Traci, I'd like an answer. What did I tell you I wouldn't put up with?"

"Putting myself down. And I haven't. I'm just being realistic."

"Calling yourself irrational? Assuming you aren't worthy enough to try to figure out what this attraction we feel towards each other is all about? Assuming we should just call it quits now because you aren't possibly a person I could have feelings for? That sounds like putting yourself down to me. You know, I can only think of one way to show you how much I disagree with you." Sean took a deep breath before plunging forward. "Traci, I'd like to give that beautiful ass of yours a spanking."

If he'd doubted his course, Sean's doubts slipped away as she melted into his arms. It was as if the dam that had been holding back her careful control had crumbled. The vulnerability in her eyes reminded him of the power he had over her and he vowed to protect her, even from himself. Knowing he couldn't change his mind, Sean pulled the straight-backed dining room chair away from the table and sat before he pulled Traci to stand between his open thighs. He boldly groped her ass cheeks through her jeans, subtly caressing where he would soon be chastising.

"Traci."

"Sean."

"I think I should spank you tonight, honey."

She waited long enough to answer that he wondered if she ever would. "Why are you doing this, Sean? Really. You don't have anything to prove to me."

"Maybe I need to prove it to myself." Another long thirty seconds passed before he pressured her. "I won't proceed unless you give me permission, Traci."

He waited for her slight nod of assent before shifting his hands to the buttons of her jeans. Sean slowly pushed her pants to the floor to pool around her ankles. Her pink lacy underwear matched her top, which now barely contained her protruding nipples. Before relocating her over his knee, he slid his hands to cup her breasts and flicked his thumb across her tips as they expanded.

He guided her to his right and then pulled her forward. Her tummy connected with his thighs, her hair and hands touched the floor on one side and sandal-covered toes barely reached the floor on the other side. Sean took time to enjoy the surreal moment of Traci's ass rising up, ready to receive his correction. He massaged that ass, which drew moans from her. Her moans changed to a groan as he pulled the panties down to pool near her knees. Her jeans had fallen to the floor, which allowed Sean to spread her legs several inches apart.

Traci’s breathing became erratic before he even started. He admired the perfect round curve of her ass as it met her quivering thighs. Her hourglass figure showcased her trim waist as it flowed into the creamy white globes of flesh that would be pink soon.

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