Neely pulled out the pictures of the honeymoon and the wedding. The girls looked them over while the men went out back to start the meat on the BBQ. Coley loved looking at all the pictures, until she came across one of Sara and Travis at the wedding.
"Ugh, I hate that loony bitch!” Coley blurted.
“I know…but…the morning of the wedding we spoke, and I guess I saw another side of her,” Neely admitted, slightly uneasy.
“Have you lost your mind? This is the same fruit loop that bashed your head into the wall!”
“Coley, I promised Caine that I would try to get along with Sara -”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me? My brother must be just as insane as that batty witch Sara!” Coley interrupted, feeling her temper boil over. Neely opened her mouth to respond but was distracted as both men walked in laughing. They stopped in their tracks when they saw that Coley and Neely were having a less than harmonious conversation and obvious tension was written all over Coley’s face.
“What’s going on?” Caine asked.
“What the hell are you thinking? You want Neely to become best friends with Miss Psycho Sara!” Coley accused with fury in her green eyes.
“Coley…” Vance warned.
“What? Don’t tell me that you agree with Caine?” Coley looked around to all three with a mixture of shock and rage. “What the fuck! This bitch attacked Neely and you all think we should play nice! No fucking way!”
Caine looked at Neely with a raise of an eyebrow. Neely just shook her head. Vance walked up to Coley and placed the familiar hand on her bottom as a warning. “Coley, you need to stop. Now!” Coley moved her body away from Vance with an obvious defiant jerk.
“Well I’m sorry if I’m not going to let that crazy into my life. I don’t care what any of you say. She’s a certifiable mental case and I want nothing to do with her!”
Vance grabbed Coley by the hand and looked at Caine who was standing with a scowl on his face. “Excuse us for a moment.” Vance pulled Coley firmly and led them out of the kitchen. They walked into the bedroom and he closed the door behind him. Coley turned toward Vance and crossed her arms in a pout across her chest.
“You can’t possibly be mad at me for not agreeing to like that whack job Sara!”
“The way you are talking and acting is not okay. You’ve lost your temper. Plus, the way you pulled away from me was not acceptable,” Vance spoke in a calm but firm voice.
Coley kept her arms crossed. “I’m not changing my mind, Vance. I hate the loon. Plain and simple.”
“Coley, I’m not asking you to change your opinion. I am expecting, however, for you to conduct yourself in a calmer manner.” He walked closer and began to lower her pants.
“What…what are you doing? You aren’t going to spank -”
“No, I’m not at this time. Lower your pants and bend over the dresser. Do it, or I will spank you right now. Your choice,” Vance softly commanded.
Coley knew that Vance meant every word he said. If he said he would spank her, then she knew he would. She finished lowering her pants and bent over as directed, unsure of what was to come. Arousal began to overpower her temper. Vance came up behind and pressed his index finger into her vagina and pumped it in and out a few times collecting her moisture. He moved his finger to her anus and without pause, pushed it all the way in. Coley gasped at the stinging intrusion. Vance moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “You were losing your temper and losing control. You refused to listen to my warning.” He pulled his finger out slightly and pressed it back in with a little more force. “Have I got your attention?”
Coley could barely gasp out, “Yes.” Submission was coursing through her body, and she could feel any remnants of temper leaving her completely. Vance’s display of dominance, control and authority made Coley weak in the knees. Any doubt if this lifestyle would work for her…for them, was squashed at that moment. Never before had things in a relationship seem so right.
“Vance, I’m sorry. I’ll behave…I promise.” She struggled for breath as she felt the penetration of his finger. The intimate intrusion was like a button being pressed that controlled her emotions. She wanted nothing more than to do as Vance wished. The submissiveness was foreign, yet welcomed. She had heard of other men in the lifestyle using this method as a way to calm or regain the power dynamic. She knew of it, but never thought it would happen to her, or even that she would allow it to happen. What was even more surprising was that she liked it. She liked feeling her anger leave her body and know that the man, who was now softly kissing her neck, had the dominance to do so. Never had she found a man so attractive, so sexy and so absolutely alpha.
Vance pressed his finger in a little deeper before softly directing, “I don’t want you to talk about Sara like that, regardless of how you feel. Are we clear?” He waited until Coley nodded her head. “I love you so much, baby. Let’s go out there and continue the amazing night you’ve created.” He pulled out his finger and pulled Coley into his arms and kissed her softly.
Few Spankings
Just Right!
