Charming Isabella (13 page)

He finally dragged
her off the bed, and they showered together. He washed her hair and she moaned, loving every finger he massaged into her scalp. He lathered the washcloth and gently washed her face and her breasts, lingering over her nipples until she was breathing faster. He grinned and went lower.

“
Spread your legs, Bella.” She blushed at his command, even knowing he’d already seen all of her. She felt his fingers in her sex and trembled as he carefully washed her there. He teased her clit, sliding the washcloth against her bud and then circling it until she had to brace herself against him. She moaned in need but didn’t admit to needing him. He gave a soft sigh but turned her around to wash her back. She felt bereft, desiring his hand to return to her sex.

Her
hand started to drift there, but he said, “No, you’ll only touch yourself when I allow it.” She blushed as she realized what she had almost done. He re-soaped the washcloth and began to wash her bottom. She winced a bit, her skin still tender, though a good deal of the color had already dissipated. He found himself disappointed that her strawberry bottom was becoming pale again. “Bend over Bella. Brace yourself against the wall.” She obeyed, her heart pounding. This is what she craved; his commands captured her heart and soul. She felt his finger draw down the cleft of her bottom. She shuddered as the tip of his finger tapped against the tight pucker of her bottom-hole.

“
I plan on taking you here. Do you enjoy anal play, Bella?” She blushed, shame infusing her, but both his words and his finger igniting her desires. He knew she was struggling but patiently waited. She pushed away the thought of being considered a deviant and couldn’t suppress a whimper. Coleman tapped a bit harder and she rewarded his patience by whispering,

“
Yes Sir… at least I used to, Sir.” He smiled, his cock thickening at the thought of sinking into this forbidden passage. He rewarded her admission by ever so slowly easing his finger into her bottom. She went up on her tiptoes at the penetration but didn’t try to move away. She moaned as he began to slowly stroke his finger in and out. She knew that this act was also used to remind a naughty girl of her submission, her obedience; however, now she only felt intense pleasure. He withdrew his finger and dropped his hand between her legs. She was soaking wet, and it wasn’t all shower water. He began to stroke her lips, his fingers playing with her curls. He kept his touch light, stroking her gently and occasionally slipping a finger into her.

She panted and begged,
“Please, I need to come, Sir.”

He grinned
. “That’s my good girl.” He plunged two fingers into her core and she moaned. He worked them in and out of her body, feeling her quiver with need. “Reach back and open your bottom for me, Bella.” She hesitated, but only for a moment. He watched as she reached back with one hand and pulled one cheek away from its twin. He smiled and moved his hand slightly so that he could plunge his thumb into her opening. She shrieked with the sensation, her body going again onto tiptoes. He steadied her with one arm around her waist as he plunged his fingers into both openings. She didn’t last long. She shattered around his fingers, her knees buckling, but he held her tight. She convulsed again and again, and he felt every tremor of her orgasm. He slowly slipped from her body and turned her to his chest. She pressed into him, her heart pounding.

He waited until she calmed and then said,
“Get down on your knees.” She looked up at him but slid down to her knees. He watched as the water sprayed down her back and then led his cock to her mouth. “Suck me Bella, suck me until I shoot down your throat.” His command, his intention thrilled her. She opened her mouth and eagerly took him inside. She moaned at the size, his cock filling her mouth. She slowly licked her tongue across the tip and loved it when he groaned deeply. She reached up and took the shaft in one hand, stroking it up and down as she continued to suck and tongue his cock.

He put his hands on her shoulders, his own legs spread as he watched this gorgeous woman pleasure him.
She lifted her free hand and began to gently roll his balls in her palm. He felt his climax approaching—fast. Her mouth was incredible, and as he looked down, he saw her eyes. She wanted to do this, wanted to submit, wanted to please. He saw her lips tighten even more around his cock and moaned. “I’m going to come, Bella. Take all of me you can into your mouth.” She bent her head forward, attempting to take more of his shaft into her mouth. He touched the back of her throat and she fought her gag reflex. “Good girl, that’s my good girl. Take more, Bella.” She shuddered. Taking control, he put one hand on the back of her head, forcing her down a bit more, loving that she didn’t fight it. She swallowed around his cock head and he moaned with the sensation. He thrust hard into her mouth and bellowed as he ejaculated. She swallowed again and again, his seed thick, but something she craved. He finished and had to lean against the shower wall.

She grinned and teased his cock until she was positiv
e she had taken all he had to give to her. She felt him pull her up and clamp his mouth onto hers. The kiss was divine, his appreciation for her gift evident. When she was released, he said, “I’m not sure what charm this deserves but God, Bella, that was beautiful.” She giggled, imagining a phallus-shaped charm on her bracelet. She didn’t say anything, his gifts too precious to belittle. He turned off the water and was quickly drying her off with a huge towel. He watched as she dried her hair and pulled it back with a headband. He dried himself and reluctantly put his jeans back on.

She reached for her dress
, but he snatched it away. “Nope, I prefer you in this.” He handed her the frilly apron. She rolled her eyes but allowed him to put it on her. He tied the ends into a huge bow at the back, loving the ways the ends of the tie fell against her little bottom. No evidence of her spanking remained, and he felt a little sad. He gave her a soft swat as he turned her back to face him. She smiled and lifted her face for a kiss.

He complied and then said, “I’ll help you clean up, then I’ve got to run. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” She felt saddened and wished he would stay overnight. He saw the disappointment in her face and said, “Bella, I don’t want to leave, but I’ve got to be in court early in the morning.”

She realized she didn
’t know what he did for a living. As he helped her wash the dinner dishes, she learned he was a lawyer and worked with Jack in mergers and acquisitions. She asked why he had to go to court. He explained that he was closing a recent deal. She found the subject interesting and knew he loved his job. She walked him out, just slightly embarrassed that he hadn’t allowed her to wear anything other than the apron. As he took her into his arms, his hands cupping her naked bottom, she discovered she didn’t mind it, after all.

“
Make sure you lock this door, little one or I’ll use a hairbrush on this little butt next time.” She shivered and found she wished she could still feel the evidence of his spanking. Seeing her reaction, Coleman knew she’d be across his lap soon enough, having a hairbrush applied to her bottom. He kissed her again and stepped outside. She obediently locked the door and set the alarm. He nodded, kissed his fingers and pressed them against the window of the door. She felt her heart flutter and repeated his gesture until their fingers were separated only by glass. He waved and left. She leaned against the door and thought about the evening. The phone rang, startling her and causing her to jump. She hurried to the counter and picked up the receiver.

“
Hey, babe, thanks for a wonderful night.” She smiled and was about to say something when he continued, “I love you in that apron, my dear, but I want you to realize that you do have a glass wall. I’m not sure I want everyone to see your beautiful bottom.” She jerked around so that her bottom was no longer facing the front of the store. “Good night, Bella.” She heard him chuckle as he hung up. She smiled, replaced the phone and then raced up the stairs, the cool air reminding her that her bottom was, indeed, bare.

Friday arrived
, and Bella closed the store earlier than usual. She usually stayed open on the weekends but was anxious to get out to the ranch. She had so much to tell her aunt! She wished that Nancy were back from her honeymoon. She was free for the evening, as Coleman was meeting a client for a late dinner. They had made plans to go riding again tomorrow, and just that thought kept a smile on her face.

“
You look fantastic,” Beth said, watching her niece run up the steps.

Izzy hugged her aunt and laughed
, “I
am
fantastic. God, I am so happy, Aunt Beth.”

Beth smiled, her heart filling with the joy of seeing her niece
beginning to live again. She led Izzy to the porch swing, and they were soon swinging gently back and forth as they sipped ice-cold lemonade. “Tell me everything that’s happened since the wedding.”

Izzy blushed and then giggled.
“Well, I’ll tell you most of it, anyway. I’d hate to embarrass you.”

Beth laughed.
“Not much chance of that, baby girl, you remember I am married to your Uncle Tom.”

Izzy giggled and sat back to recount the most wonderful week of her life.
She and Coleman had seen each other every day, spending every available hour together. She admitted how scared she had been at first to open herself to him. She told Beth how patient he had been, but that he had spanked her a few times for withholding her desires. Beth found that hearing her niece speak so freely told her that Izzy had indeed been stepping away from her past. She looked at their entwined fingers and saw the bracelet.

“
I love that bracelet, Isabella. I see it has more charms than last week.”

Izzy stroked the bracelet and turned it around on her wrist.
Since the horse had been added, Coleman had given her an apron, which still could make her blush. She giggled and said, “He really loves that apron you made for me, Aunt Beth.” Beth smiled and then giggled when Izzy admitted, “He likes me to wear it—and only it—when I cook.”

She remembered how delighted she h
ad been when he had presented the apron charm to her. She had been amazed at how much it looked like the one she wore. It wasn’t white, but it did have tiny words across the bib. She had smiled up at him saying, “It’s precious. It even says, ‘Kiss the Cook’."

Coleman had laughed and said
, “I think someone needs glasses.”

Puzzled, she had looked at the charm closer and saw that the second
‘o’ in ‘cook’ wasn’t an ‘o’ after all. It was a ‘c’. He had laughed when she blushed, her eyes wide. The memory of sucking his cock for the first time had flooded through her, followed by the intense desire to do so again. She had immediately dropped to her knees and was soon obeying the apron’s words. Coleman had been enormously surprised, as well as pleased. The evening had been beautiful, and both knew they’d never look at either the apron or the charm representing it the same way ever again. She reached out and touched the next charm, which was a little hairbrush.

“
Let me guess: he loves to brush your hair?” Izzy laughed and tossed her long hair.

“
Actually he does, but this is to remind me that naughty girls get spanked with hairbrushes, as well. Geez, he spanks hard, too.”

Beth smiled as she saw her niece squirm on the swing.
  “I’m familiar with the feeling. I’m usually feeling the after-effects for a couple of days when your uncle uses one.” Izzy nodded, “Yeah, I’m sort of being reminded of that at this very moment.” The women laughed, each of their thoughts going to sore bottoms but full hearts, when taken in hand by their men. The last charm hung on the bracelet and Izzy hesitated to discuss it. It looked innocent enough. It was a small kitten curled up with his tail wrapped around the tiny body. She knew that most people would link it with a favorite pet, but she presently didn’t own any animals. Coleman and she knew its true meaning. She had watched as he threaded both of them onto the bracelet.

“
I couldn’t decide between the two. I find them both important to our journey, as well as signifying something very special between us.” She had agreed, loving each for their different memories. She stroked the charms and remembered that night.

She remembered him turning her over his lap and giving her a very hard spanking with t
he brush.  Coleman had stormed up the stairs to her apartment and before even kissing her had said, “Drop your pants and panties.” She had been stunned, having started towards him for his kiss. She felt a surge of arousal but then saw his face and was confused. He held up his set of keys and jingled them.

Instantly
, she understood. She had forgotten to lock the shop door yet again. She stopped and started to speak. “I’m sor….”

“
Pants down!” She jumped but immediately unzipped her jeans and pushed them to her knees. She hesitated, her hands in the waistband of her panties, wanting to plead her case. However, seeing his face, she pushed her panties to join her jeans. “Turn around, bend over and put your hands flat on the seat of the chair.” His tone caused her to shiver, but she was soon in the required position. She braced herself for the expected swat of his hand. Instead, she felt his hand spread her cheeks apart.

“
No… oh no, please don’t!” she begged, to no avail. She felt his finger at her back entrance and squealed as he pressed into her. He wasn’t gentle; this was a reminder of exactly how seriously he took his job of keeping her in line. She was embarrassed as he began to pump his finger in and out of her bottom.

“
You’ve been warned about this Isabella. You are not to jeopardize your safety. I can’t believe you haven’t learned this lesson, but I’ll keep my finger up your rear as long as it is necessary for you to remember to lock that damned door!”

She squirmed against his finger, her bottom burning from the reminder.
“I’m sorry, Sir, I won’t forget again…. Oh God, it hurts!” He plunged his finger deep and then pulled it from her body. She was trembling.

“
Bring me the brush.” She whimpered but stood. She reached to pull up her pants. “I didn’t tell you to cover. You just keep them down and get that brush.”

“
Ye… yes Sir,” she said, and hobbled as best she could to the bedroom. She picked up the brush and brought it to him. It was a heavy wooden brush that had been her mother’s. She loved it when he sat her down and brushed her hair for her. She had discovered that she didn’t particularly like it when he used it for its second purpose. She returned to the kitchen to see that he had set the chair aside.

“
Bend over and grab the other edge of the table.” She handed him the brush and bent over the table, trying not to disturb the places she had already set for their dinner. Coleman tugged her jeans to her ankles and ordered her to step out. She obeyed and felt him remove her panties, as well. “Spread wide, and don’t you dare try to cover that bottom.”

“
Yes… yes Sir.” She spread her legs as far apart as she could. He lifted the ends of the apron’s bows off her bottom and put them up across her back. She tried to brace herself but was still shocked with the first blow. Soon she was sobbing and begging for him to stop, her bottom wagging from side to side, trying to escape the heavy smack of the brush. He ignored her dance. He stepped forward and placed one hand in the small of her back, effectively pinning her to the table. The brush was relentless, smacking into her bottom again and again.

“
You will lock the door, Isabella.”
Smack. Smack. Smack!
“You will set the alarm.”
Smack. Smack. Smack!
“You will get your bottom blistered each and every single time you forget either of those instructions.” He finished her spanking with another dozen smacks. Her bottom was bright red and burning hotly.

She sobbed against the table, her tears puddling under her cheek.
She sincerely regretted forgetting. He stepped back.

“
Stand up, and get to the corner.” She had never been sent to a corner before. She looked back at him, embarrassment on her face. She felt like a little girl being sent to the corner. Coleman pointed to the corner opposite the table and she forced herself to walk towards it. Coleman followed her. She looked up at him, her tear-stained face shining in the light.

“
I… I don’t know what you want me to do, Sir.” He was surprised, having thought she would have spent many hours nose to the wall, spanked bottom out.

His heart softened
, and he said, “Face the corner, Bella. Put your nose against the wall and your arms behind your back.” She followed his instructions and the feeling of regressing deepened. He tucked the apron strings up into the waistband of the apron to make sure every inch of her bottom was bare. He placed the brush in one of her hands and she could swear she could feel its weight slamming into her bottom again. “You’ll hold the implement used to redden your bottom when you spend corner time. Now, stick that red bottom out. I want you to think about how it makes you feel to have your spanked bottom stuck out where anyone walking in can see that you were a naughty little girl.”

She blushed and began to cry again at his words.
She felt guilty and ashamed. “Think about why you are in the corner, and be ready to tell me why you got my finger up your hole and your little bottom spanked. Think about what lesson you are learning.”

She nodded her head, her eyes clenched tightly
, as if she could deny the picture he had painted in her mind. All that was running through her mind was how she must look and the fact that she had just received her first reminder. She shuddered, remembering the feel of his finger buried in her bottom. She realized she burned both inside and out. It took her several long minutes before she began to think about why she was in this situation. Coleman saw her gradually relax and smiled. Coleman was satisfied that this time might truly remind her that she was to always lock the door.

Coleman turned off the burners under the pots bubbling on the stove.
This was an important moment and dinner could wait. He settled himself at the kitchen table and watched her. He grinned when she starting wiggling a bit and knew she was getting uncomfortable from her required pose. “Be still, Isabella, and push that red bottom out more.” He loved the way she immediately obeyed, her red bottom pushed out and up a bit, her entire body stilling. He made her stand another fifteen minutes before saying, “Come here, Bella.” She stood up, her face flushing as she turned to him. She slowly walked towards him until he reached out and drew her to stand between his knees. He took the brush from her and laid it on the table. She sniffed and her lip trembled. “You got your bottom spanked, didn’t you sweetie? Tell me why.”

She nodded and said
, “Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry, Coleman. I forgot to lock the door and . . . and that’s not safe.”

“
And why did your little hole get my finger pushed into it?” His words caused her to blush at the memory. She wanted to look away but forced herself to keep her eyes on his.

“
Because . . . you’ve warned me before and I didn’t learn. You . . . you used your finger to remind me to listen and obey you.”

“
That’s my good girl.” He drew her down onto his lap, cradling her. She leaned against him, feeling loved again. He might remind her; he’d definitely spank her when she was disobedient, but she also knew he’d love her. He held her for a long while, until she was calm and reassured that he loved her.

She finally sat up a bit and said
, “Thank you, Sir.”

He kissed her and felt her shiver.
He knew that seeing her red bottom aroused him and he knew she could feel his cock under her bottom. He kissed her again and said, “Suck me, Isabella.” She blushed but slid off his lap. He watched as she unzipped his pants and reached in to withdraw his cock. She bent to take him into her mouth; the sensation caused him to draw in his breath. He watched her head bob up and down as she pleasured him. He stroked her hair and enjoyed her ministrations. He felt his climax build and pressed her head down further. “Swallow.”

She shivered
, loving his commands, as well as the pressure he kept on the back of her head. She slid down further, her tongue busy as she licked the shaft and then back to swirl across the head of his cock. She heard him moan and opened her mouth as he pressed her head back down. She took as much of his cock as possible and felt it tense inside her mouth. She knew he was going to come a few seconds before he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed his seed, her own pussy dripping wet. She ached for him to fuck her, even as she released his cock from her mouth. She smiled up at him as he breathed deeply. He bent down to kiss her and said, “Are you wet, Bella?”

She blushed but nodded, her pussy begging for release.
“Yes Sir, I’m very wet.” He grinned and drew her up to him. He then picked her up and carried her to the table. He pushed aside the dinner items, and she shivered. He put her onto her back and then spread her legs wide apart. She gripped the edge of the table with her hands when he guided them over her head. She felt him lift her apron and then felt his lips on her stomach. She moaned as he very slowly moved down her body until he licked the folds of her pussy. She arched up into him and he grinned. He teased her with his tongue for what seemed like hours. She begged him to make her come, but he just took her to the edge again and again.