Page 66 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Sean pushed down his insecurity with her response. "Start wherever you'd like. I want to hear everything on your mind."

"Well, for starters, we don't live in the same household. We don't even live in the same state."

"That's geography. Set it aside for now. What else you got?"

She hesitated as if she were unsure if she should say what was on her mind. After she got started, Sean wished he'd never pressed her. "How about the fact that you had never even heard of domestic discipline until a few weeks ago? Or that you hate the idea of punishing me? Or that you have Ashley to consider before starting any kind of relationship? Add the fact I don't want to move away from my brother. There are no hotels to manage in Eagle’s Pass. We've only known each other for the blink of an eye and you could change your mind once we spend more time together. I am a terrible drinker and know nothing about picking out good wines. I—"

Sean placed two fingers to her lips to shush her. "I think that's enough to start with, don't you?" He'd expected all of her arguments, well except the lame wine-drinking excuse. He let the grin he'd been suppressing come.

"Let's see if I can put a few of those to rest. We'll go backwards. First, I'll be happy to teach you all I know about picking out wines and I'm sure I can be very persuasive when it comes to making sure you don't over-indulge in the future. As for Ashley, she loves you. After you left, she told me about meeting you in the ladies’ room your first day in Chicago. At first, I was upset that you'd hidden knowing her from me, but after I calmed down, I totally respected you for it. Thank you for being there for Ashley when she needed an adult to guide her and she sure as hell wasn't inclined to listen to her dad. She already liked you from your first meeting, but by keeping her secret from me, you showed her she could trust you. She is in such a fragile place right now and I'm so grateful you're a guiding force for her."

"Thank God she told you. I had been feeling guilty about withholding her smoking from you. I know she wasn't a patient at the time, but the private conversation we had just seemed privileged to me. I'm glad you understand."

"I do. Next rebuttal. I may not have heard about DD before I met you, but I've made up for lost time since you left Chicago, reading up on everything I can get my hands on. I'm not sure how you're going to feel about the fact that I find myself thinking of turning you over my knee, spanking that beautiful ass of yours, at the oddest times of the day. Sitting in meetings, eating breakfast, reading emails. You name it, and the time has been interrupted by the images in my head."

"DD is a lot more than just the fun kind of spanking, Sean. In fact, it's more than just spanking, period."

"So I've learned. It's more than just punishments. It's about rules and guidelines of how we want to live. It's about communicating in a way that makes us a team, agreeing to consequences under specific conditions." He felt his smile broadening to a grin. "The fact that I can't read even the most mundane DD blogs without getting a raging hard-on is just a plus."

"Oh God... I don't know, Sean." He could tell she was softening.

"Let's talk about the hardest objection. Geography. I don't want to make you move away from your brother and sister-in-law either. I did some homework and found there are no hotels nearby for me to manage either, so you're right, this could pose a problem for a less resourceful couple. But we are smart people and I'm positive we can come up with a solution. The question is, if I could solve the geography problem, would you agree to give a DD relationship with me a shot?"

Traci didn't reply so he pushed forward.

"Maybe before you answer, you should know what I have planned if you say yes." "Planned?"

"Yes, for your first punishment. While we need to sit down and talk through our rules, I feel I've already warned you about putting yourself down. Back in Chicago, I made it clear that if we were ever in a DD relationship, I'd never put up with your self-doubt and undervaluing what an amazing woman you are, Traci Jackson. Yet, you drank until you made yourself sick, spiraling into a bout of self-pity and self-hate. You had me worried and then you wouldn't answer your phone to tell me you were okay. The ball is in your court, baby. I won't so much as pat your ass again without your consent, but I hope I'm clear. That's what I'm asking for here.

I'd like your consent."

"Consent to... what?" Her question came out in a high-pitched squeak.

Sean stared into her caramel brown eyes and carefully watched her reaction to his next words. "Consent to bare that beautiful ass of yours, of course. Then I'm going to lay you across my lap and give you a long, hard spanking until I think you've learned your lesson. If I can't make that happen with my hand alone, I'll be happy to use my leather belt or that wooden hairbrush you told me you hate so much. In a nutshell, I'm asking for your consent to take you in hand."

"But... now? Today?"

She was trembling at his words, but he couldn't miss the longing deep in her brown eyes. If he had ever doubted that Traci was a submissive outside her career, those doubts were gone. Her body tucked into him, sub-consciously submitting even if her brain was still afraid of his words.

"Yes, Trace. Today and every day. I don't know exactly how I know, but we're going to figure out a way to make this work. I felt empty after you left Chicago. Like you left a hole in my life. I haven't felt whole until I got here and held you in my arms again."

"This is crazy, Sean. I mean I've missed you so much too, but we barely know each other. Why would you risk so much to be with someone like me?"

"You'd better be careful. That sounded dangerously close to putting yourself down again and I think you're already in enough trouble for that, don't you?"

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"I've never been more serious. I have the next three days off. I'm guessing you do too. I'd like to spend all three days snuggling, talking, planning, fucking, spanking... and not necessarily in that order."

"Unbelievable."

"Well, believe it. You just try to get rid of me."

"I'm not sure I'm ready."

"For a relationship or a spanking?"

"Both."

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