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Chapter 1

Emmi perched on the barstool, swirling the little pink straw in her drink and poking at a random ice cube with a pout on her lips. She did not want to be here, and was rather angry that Brian had insisted she come along. Her little tantrum at home earlier had been with the intention of convincing him to spend his weekly "guys night out" home alone with her. Instead, he had given her that infuriating little smile of his and told her to get dressed. Thinking she had won, she had quickly dressed into a tight black sleeveless dress, when Brian had come in and asked her if her choice of outfit was suitable for a sports bar. Startled, Emmi had looked at him in disbelief and let out a little snort, throwing out a comment about how she was NOT going to that 'dirty little bar to sit around and listen to a bunch of barbarians whine about hockey'. She had immediately regretted saying it, since she knew how much those nights out relaxed him, and her comment had been rather snotty...something that Brian was not very tolerant of.

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They had not been together very long, but Brian knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. He was a large man, reminded Emmi of a giant teddy bear, with his large strong hands and easygoing smile. They met in an Internet chatroom, and had become fast friends. Emmi confided in him about her rather rough past, and he proved to be a trusting shoulder to cry on. Eventually they met, and months later moved in with each other to save them both a little money. The friendship blossomed into something more, but it still wasn't the type of relationship Emmi was used to. Brian just kind of gradually fell into the role of making sure that Emmi kept her life on track; constantly quizzing her about her finances, her job and her life in general. Emmi had to confess she loved the pampering, and Brian let her be totally herself, understanding her yet never hesitating to be totally bluntly honest with her. He let her get away with quite a bit up until now, letting her test his limits without giving her any answers. It was infuriating to her how easily he played her, and Emmi had silently taken on the unspoken challenge of seeing just how far he would let her push his buttons.

From the look on Brian's face at her snotty retort, she had just pushed one of those buttons a little too far. Before she knew what was happening, she was over his knee, his strong hand delivering a warning swat to her panty-clad bottom. He hadn't spanked her hard, it barely stung, but Emmi kicked and cursed at him anyhow, the look of surprise on her face causing Brian to smirk a little at her. He pulled her up and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him as he glared steadily at her, "Don't talk to me like that sweetpea, or I will give you something to curse about." He pushed her off his lap, getting up and walking to the closet, pulling out his leather belt and looping it into his jeans. He ignored her fuming glare and commented, "I suggest jeans and a blouse would be more comfortable, you are coming with me tonight."

Emmi picked herself up off the floor, wiggling out of the dress and tossing it aside in a huff. This was the first time Brian had ever gotten impatient with her, and she was a little flustered. He had subtlety put her in her place many times before, but it had always been wordplay. He knew how to make her squirm with a simple look, so she defiantly took notice of the recent step up. Emmi grumbled and dressed into a pair of jeans, choosing her favorite mint green sweatshirt. She pulled her auburn hair up into a ponytail, examining her slender figure in the mirror with a sigh. It was going to be a long, boring night.

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Emmi glanced over at Brian, who was sitting at a table with his usual group of guys. They lost interest in the game since it was clear that the Penguins had it in the bag, and moved on to some heated discussion that Emmi grew bored of. She made her way over to the bar to order another drink, deciding to stay at the bar rather then rejoin the boys at their table. Brian's friends had been surprised to see her with him, but Brian had smoothly explained that Emmi was "grounded" for the night and chosen to come with him. Emmi had felt the heat rising to her face as a few of the guys gave her amused looks, obviously getting off on the thought of a grown woman being "grounded".

Brian looked up and saw her watching him, giving her a wink, which only infuriated Emmi even more. She was so intent on stabbing her ice cubes that she didn't notice the tall blonde guy that seated himself next to her until he spoke, startling Emmi into nearly spilling her drink.

"Your man over there doesn't seem to know much about showing woman a good time."

Emmi focused on the stranger, feeling Brian's gaze still on her back, and fitting a flirty smile on her lips as she looked the blonde over. He was about as opposite to Brian as you could get, being tall and thin, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. His body had an athletic build to it, well built with formed muscles. Emmi never had been one to pay much attention to looks, but she was intent on making Brian pay for dragging her here, and this stranger was the perfect opportunity. She knew her wandering off to chat with another man would infuriate him.

Emmi locked her gaze to the strangers eyes, her flirty smile and long lashes immediately capturing his attention as she murmured, rolling her eyes slightly for emphasis, "You are right...I can think of many other things I would rather be doing than sitting here watching my boyfriend hang around with a group of Neanderthals."

The stranger chuckled and offered her his hand, which she slipped her own into as he introduced himself, "My name is Kent...may I be so bold as to inquire to yours?"

Emmi giggled and offered, "I am Emmi, its nice to meet you."

Chapter 2

Brian sipped his beer and watched Emmi flirt with the blonde guy at the bar. She had been nothing but a brat since he had gotten home from work, and he had finally decided it was time to show her what he would and would not tolerate from her. They had discussed their sexual preferences many times, with Emmi confessing that she liked to test his limits, both in bed and out. The reactions she got thrilled her, but Brian knew that he had to play her slow, to condition her to his dominate nature over time as to not bring up the unpleasant memories of an abusive relationship Emmi had been involved in some years back. She was a challenge, but one he was up to. She would not enjoy all aspects of the relationship, but he knew she not only needed, but also deep down WANTED to be disciplined, although she would never admit it to him. She was a free spirit, but one in need of an attitude makeover. Brian gazed angrily at her as she slipped her hand into the strangers, flashing the guy a flirty smile, but she ignored Brian's look.

Steve, Brian's best buddy, chuckled as he looked over to see Brian glaring at Emmi, "Can't hang on to your girls very long, can you bud? And this one has such a cute ass too."

Brian shot a look at Steve and got up from the table, finishing off his beer and slamming the mug down, muttering, "She's gonna have a bruised ass when we get home tonight."

Brian made his way over to the bar, smiling to himself as Emmi noticed him approaching, her flirty smile faltering a little as she slipped her hand out of Kent's grip. Steve and the rest of Brian's buddy's were watching, a few of them laughing and cracking jokes about Brian's lack of ability to keep his woman in line. Brian ignored them, sitting on the stool next to Emmi's and putting his arm around her waist, his hand resting on the small of her back.

"Who is your new friend, babydoll, care to introduce me? Perhaps he would like to know the reason for this sudden display of sluttiness."

Emmi bit her lip and avoided Brian's eyes, mumbling an introduction between her newfound "friend" and her steaming boyfriend.

Kent nodded a hello to Brian, then hastily excused himself, "It was nice meeting you two, but I best be off...it's getting late," and slipped away from the bar, disappearing into a group of people and out the door.

Brian slipped his hand lower on Emmi's back, squeezing her ass roughly and murmuring in her ear calmly, "You will never embarrass me in front of my friends again, is that clear?"

Emmi pushed away from Brian's grip, "You are the one that insisted I come with you, I got the idea you expected me to entertain myself...so I did."

Brian hooked his thumbs in his belt, looking silently at her for a moment, smirking softly, "Get your coat Emmali, we are going home."

Chapter 3

Brian hadn't said a word to her all the way home, and Emmi was getting nervous. He didn't look particularly angry, in fact, he was extremely calm, which was unusual in and of itself. Not that Brian was a hyper man, but he usually was a great conversationalist and they joked around and chatted when in the car. When they got home, he simply got out of the car and walked in the house. Emmi followed reluctantly, retreating to their bathroom to change into her silk jammies.

When she came out to the bedroom, Brian was waiting for her, seated in the lounge chair in the corner of the room. Emmi smiled uncertainly at him, which he responded to by lifting a finger and motioning her over. Emmi scurried over to him, perching on his lap. Brian chuckled and shook his head, "No sweetpea, not that way. I want you over my lap like you were earlier this evening. I DID warn you there would be consequences to your behavior, didn't I."

He hadn't formed the comment as a question, so Emmi did not answer. Instead, she gave him a look, her heart pounding in her chest, and started to get off his lap. Brian grabbed Emmi's arm and pulled her over his lap, lifting her silk nightie up to expose her scantly clad ass. Emmi squealed and kicked at him, screeching, "Don't you DARE Brian!"

Brian answered her threat by tugging down her panties, delivering a sharp slap to her pale bottom with his palm. Emmi squealed again and continued struggling, which only got her another blow from Brian's hand, his palm bringing a faint pink glow to her bottom. He lectured her, all the while his hand delivering stinging slaps to her quickly blushing bottom. "Sweetpea, you asked for this, you BEGGED for this, and you know it. Now I suggest you cooperate or I will call down my buds from the bar and have them watch while I show you just who is in charge around here. They enjoyed the little show you gave them down there...although I most certainly did not."

Brian punctuated his mini lecture with an especially severe spank to Emmi's bottom. Emmi's eyes went wide and she winced, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I was just bored!"

Brian continued to spank her now-reddened ass, an edge in his voice as he growled at her, "Don't give me that Emmali, you were intentionally being a brat, and I will NOT have you acting like that. Don't you think for a second I don't know what you're doing, nor that I will let you get away with it."

Emmi whimpered and squirmed as Brian's palm connected with her fiery red behind, her eyes brimming with tears. She gripped his leg tightly and mumbled sullenly, "Who said you were in charge anyhow."

Brian squeezed Emmi's ass roughly and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and tossing her face down, slipping his hand under her tummy and thrusting her bottom in the air. "Get that bottom in the air you little brat, and don't even think about moving. Bottom line is, I'm going to SHOW you who is in charge."

Emmi gripped the bedspread tightly, her body trembling as she felt Brian move away. She dared not move or utter a word, the throbbing in her cheeks from Brian's palms reminding her that she had defiantly gone too far this time. Her attention refocused on Brian as she heard the whoosh of his belt being removed from his jeans. She felt the blood drain out of her face and heard Brian chuckle at her reaction.

Brian folded the belt over and tested it against his palm. The folded leather made a sharp SWAT! as it hit his hand, and he watched in satisfaction as Emmi flinched at the sound. She looked gorgeous sprawled out on the bed, and he felt his cock stir in his pants as he looked at her pink-tinted cheeks stuck in the air, her body trembling. Brian quickly shed off his jeans and shirt, positioning himself behind Emmi and murmuring, "Don't worry sweetie, all you have to do is behave, and this won't happen again," as he brought the folded straps down hard across her asscheeks.

Emmi squealed as the belt shot across her behind, forgetting Brian's warning to stay still and scrambling away, groaning as he grabbed her wrists and dragged her to the head of the bed. Reaching over into the nightstand table, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs Emmi didn't even know he owned and slapped them on to her trembling wrist, looping it though a bar in the headboard and securing her other wrist.

"Darling, I'm warning you, don't make this any harder on yourself than it already is. You know you want this, or you wouldn't act like you do. And I'm telling you right now, this is the LAST time you will act like that, because from now on, you will be paying the consequences for your behavior." Brian punctuated his continued lecture with a few more licks of the belt across Emmi's buttocks, her wails merging into sobs as the belt crisscrossed her flesh, leaving angry red welts behind.

Emmi whimpered and clutched the bar in the headboard tightly, her palms turning nearly white. She knew that she had pushed him too far earlier, but hadn't been able to stop herself. Now she was desperately wishing she had stopped herself as the belt came in contact with her sore flesh, each lick jolting through her like fire. She felt the tears that had been threatening to spill over suddenly rain down her cheeks, and she brushed her face against the pillow impatiently, pleading with Brian, "I'm sorry, I won't act like that again, I swear, just don't spank me any...OWW!" Emmi cried out as the belt flashed down again. Suddenly she felt Brian kneel beside her on the bed and tearfully turned her head away, her face flushed the same deep ruby as her bottom.

"Look at me Emmi."

Emmi stubbornly refused to turn her face towards Brian, which earned her another couple of firm smacks to her very sorry bottom. Biting her lip to contain her cries, she finally broke her resolve and turned her face to him, her eyes shiny and glittering with tears.

"You know why you are getting spanked, don't you Sweetpea?" Brian asked gently, his firm gaze holding hers. Emmi nodded silently and sniffled. Brian ran his hand up her inner thighs lightly, watching her face and grinning as Emmi moaned a little, momentarily forgetting her throbbing behind as Brian slipped a finger between her pussy lips, slowly probing her. "Tell me why."

Emmi squirmed a little and mumbled, "Because I was being a brat."

Brian nodded and smiled, probing his fingers into her a little deeper, drawing the juices out of her pussy and pressing his fingers between her ass cheeks, coating the tight rosebud of her asshole. Emmi moaned and lifted her ass into his gentle touches, closing her eyes briefly. They flew open as she felt Brian's hand move away, replaced by another sharp slap of the leather strap. "I told you to look at me."

Emmi fixed her gaze on Brian, panting softly and squirming against the handcuffs. She licked her lips and wailed, "Brian, please stop, I'll make it up to you any way you want to!"

Brian smirked and put the belt down, giving her sore ass another round of hard spanks with the palm of his hand then resuming the gentle caress of her now wet pussy. "That's what I like to hear baby. Tell me what you think I want."

Emmi moaned softly, relieved that the worst of her punishment seemed to be over. She flinched as Brian slipped his finger back to caress her asshole again, gently probing into her tight bud, willing her to relax. She knew exactly what he wanted, and was a little leery, the burning from her recently spanked bottom a reminder that this wasn't going to be all in good fun. The throbbing between her legs betrayed her though, and she shivered with desire as Brian's fingers gently probed and caressed her most sensitive areas.

Brian slipped out of his boxers and grabbed a tube of lubricant off the nightstand, squeezing a generous dab onto his fingers and pressing them against Emmi's hole, spreading the lube around and pressing his fingers slowly into her. "Ask me for it baby, I know you want it, you are dripping wet. Your punishment turned you on, didn't it."

Emmi flushed, not wanting to deny it and encourage him, even though she would not go so far to say she had enjoyed it. She doubted she would be able to sit for a few days without wincing, but she knew Brian was counting on that, and would probably use it to further remind her that being a brat was not a good idea. Brian's invading fingers thrusted into her a little more forcefully, willing her to relax. "Last chance Emmi, " he warned. "Tell me what you think you deserve."

Emmi whispered shyly, squirming slightly, her arms getting stiff from being pulling in front of her, "Take my spanked bottom Brian. Let me pleasure you."

Chapter 4

Brian slowly mounted her from behind, lifting her hips up off the bed a little and sliding up until his erection nested between her cheeks. Emmi winced as he grinded against her sore flesh, biting her lip. She felt the smooth tip of his cockhead brushing up and down her crack, spreading the cool lube before he slowly pushed inside her, opening her up, murmuring for her to relax and take him.

Emmi whimpered softly, pressing her body back against him as his thick shaft slowly spread her tight bottom hole, his throbbing member filling her to the hilt. She held her breath, releasing it slowly as Brian wrapped himself around her. His large hands snuck around to grip her breasts, fondling and pinching her hard nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. Brian slowly started to thrust, Emmi's tight ass gripping his hardness as he moaned, closing his eyes and savoring the intense feeling of her total submission to him. He could feel her every move and breath beneath him, his own breathing becoming labored as his thrusts increased, his cock pumping steadily in and out of her.

Emmi panted softly, making little sounds of pleasure as Brian's balls slapped lightly against her pussy lips, his hand wandering down to tease and tug at her clit. She gasped and matched Brian's thrusts by bearing her hips down desperately onto his teasing touch. She closed her eyes, her body tensing and relaxing sporadically as he rode her, driving her hungry body closer and closer to orgasm.

Brian grunted and continued to tug and tease at Emmi's clit, pressing his fingers deep into her pussy and spreading her juices, rubbing his fingers roughly back up over her hard little nub. Emmi gasped and bucked with every touch, her ass milking his hardness as he pounded into her. Brian thrusted with deep long hard strokes, driving himself forcefully between Emmi's welted asscheeks. He moaned, dangerously close to orgasm, his precum leaking out of Emmi's well-stretched bottom. He was turned on further by hearing her moans of pleasure and an occasional yelp as he thrusted against her bruised cheeks.

Emmi suddenly let out a scream, her body growing stiff and a look of ecstasy on her flushed face. Her tight hole spasmed tightly around Brian's cock as the orgasms rushed through her body, each flick of his finger sending her waves of pleasure. It was all Brian needed to trigger his own orgasm, and he groaned as he exploded, shooting his seed deep into her cavity. He grabbed her breasts and massaged them roughly as he filled her, holding himself deep inside her, panting lustfully.

Brian slowly pulled himself out of Emmi's bottom, collapsing onto her body and hugging her tight. Emmi trembled beneath him, her breathing slowly returning to normal. He reached up and unlocked the cuffs, rubbing her sore wrists as the cuffs fell free. Emmi whimpered as her stiff arms finally had room to move, laying her head on the pillow and closing her eyes, a content smile on her lips.

Brian nibbled on her ear and murmured softly, "Next time you pull a stunt like earlier this evening, you won't be getting off quite so easy, understood?"

Emmi did not consider her sore bottom and defeated pride "getting off easy", but she nodded and mumbled "Yes sir", keeping her eyes closed to avoid Brian's burning gaze. He rolled off of her and pulled her next to him into a cuddle. Emmi hissed as her ass dragged across the bed, snuggling into Brian's arms and burying her head in his chest. Brian kissed her forehead tenderly and whispered, "I love you darling, you know I do."

Emmi sighed softly and mumbled, "Bottom line is, I love you too."