Heart Song Anthology by Carolyn Faulkner (summer reads txt) 📗

“Extra pillows aren’t permitted after a punishment, young lady,” he announced, his voice firm. He reached down and lifted the top two pillows off my chair.

“You put those right back, Cody Andrews! I mean it! This is my home, and if I want a dozen pillows on my chair, then I will put a dozen pillows there!” I was instantly angry and my temper caused me to put my hands on my hips as I glared at him.

“Your green eyes reflect a beautiful golden fire when you get angry, honey. I don’t want to be cruel, but if this relationship is going to go anywhere, you will need to learn to obey me, especially when it concerns a punishment. I do not give punishments for my own amusement, but rather to enforce a lesson you need to learn and remember. The aftereffects are part of the punishment and enforce the lesson. If we were living together, I would remove all padding from your chair for a couple of days after the spanking. Since we are new to each other, I will not go that far tonight, but these two extra pillows will need to be put away, Jenny. It would do no good to spank you and then allow you to compensate for your sore bottom.”

“Cody, please don’t ruin tonight!” I said, trying to control my quick temper. “I am so sore I cannot sit without considerable pain. Even with the pillows, it will be very uncomfortable. I want us to have a nice dinner and enjoy ourselves, but I can’t do that if I can’t sit without hurting. You have no idea of your strength, or of how easily I bruise.”

“You are telling me you have bruises from my hand?” Cody asked in disbelief.

Before I could tell him that I was so sore I just had to be bruised, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. He tucked me under his left arm and used his right hand to pull up my dress. The only thing I could be grateful for in the moment was that I was wearing pretty panties, ones that I bought some time ago when I was fantasizing about being in a situation where pretty panties were a given!

“What are you doing?” I asked. I did not want another spanking, and I felt vulnerable hanging over his arm. I was helpless to prevent him from spanking me again if he chose to do so, and I shuddered at the thought of more pain.

“I am checking to see if I bruised you, honey. I expected you to be sore for a day or two, but not bruised, and if you are bruised, then I will do everything I can to make it up to you.” His hand was gentle as he lightly touched every inch of my thighs and my panty-covered cheeks. I was extremely tender and instead of enjoying what would have been pleasurable under normal circumstances, it was causing me to wince and cry out in pain. “May I take down your panties, Jenny?” Cody asked.

I whispered, “Yes.”

Cody carefully eased them down to mid-thigh and then he gently touched my skin. I winced and wriggled, trying to stop him from touching me. “It hurts too much, Cody. Please don’t!” I begged, feeling tears in my eyes.

He put me down and I quickly pulled up my panties, carefully easing them over my bottom. I knew my face was red with embarrassment, and I couldn’t look at Cody. He opened his arms and I stepped into his embrace, needing comfort.

“You do have a few light bruises, especially on your sit spots, but that is where I concentrated the last of your spanking. I spanked you too hard for your first time, honey, and I beg forgiveness. You may keep the pillows, and I promise that I will apply some lotion before I leave tonight that will help heal the bruises.”

There was genuine remorse in his voice. “You were right to spank me, Cody. I was behaving like a teenager, lying to hide something from my mom, and involving you in my lie. I promise you that I did learn a lesson and I won’t lie to anyone ever again. Please don’t be upset with yourself over the bruises. I bruise exceptionally easily.”

“You are so sweet, Jenny. I will find a way to make this right.”

I had no idea what he meant, but decided that we needed to eat. “Thank you,” I said in relief as he put the pillows on my chair once more. I still was careful as I sat down, and I took a sip of wine as I did my best to relax and accept the discomfort of sitting. “Please help yourself to the salad, Cody.” Once we were both served, I offered him a roll.

“This salad dressing is fantastic,” he complimented me, and insisted I share my recipe. He nodded, and then smiled in satisfaction. “You are a great chef, Jenn. You not only cook well, you are creative and develop your own dishes and such. Have you ever thought of opening your own restaurant?”

“Well, of course I have, but, first and foremost, I didn’t want to leave you, and second, there is such a thing as capital. You already know how difficult it is to establish a new restaurant, and it might run in the red for the first year or two. I would want to open with everything in place, a well-stocked kitchen, and I would want to hire quality people and be sure I could keep them for at least two years until we had a good chance at success. That takes a lot of money.”

“It does. I was lucky to have a trust set up for me by my maternal great-grandmother. She left some very strict restrictions, and my dad had some requirements of his own. I not only went to Culinary School; I went to Business College as well. I have a couple