50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Fifty-Six

    The living room was dark, lit with strategically placed candles. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows across Aubrey's face. He was seated on the couch with both feet planted firmly on the floor and his legs parted. Shirtless, with the scattered tattoos on his arms and chest visible. His hands rested on his thighs. He'd ordered for Destiny to undress in the bedroom and return to him when she was done. He'd also told her to put her collar back on, and told her that it would be her responsibility to make sure that putting on her collar was the first thing she did whenever she walked through the door. He'd made her nervous. He'd seen the nervousness in her eyes.

    Now he waited for her while Massive Attack's "Unfinished Sympathy" played from the speakers of his high-end stereo.

    She emerged from the hall with her head bowed and her eyes lowered. Shadows playing over her beautiful brown skin and the light from the candles causing the entire right side of her body to glow. Her hair hung down over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts as she moved across the room.

    His eyes roved over her body and held for several moments on the black, D-ring leather collar circled around her neck. He loved the way the collar looked on her, loved having a reminder that she belonged to him. Anticipation welled up in him at the sight of her. He watched her slow approach and felt his throat tighten. "Look at me," he said softly, just barely loud enough to be heard over the music.

    She lifted her eyes. Her eyes locked with his as she walked towards him.

    He very deliberately dragged his eyes down the length of her, appreciating every dip and every curve of her frame. "Lay across my lap," he commanded, lifting his eyes back up to her face once he was done perusing.

    She lowered onto the couch in a kneeling position and bent over his lap.

    He adjusted her positioning so that her rear end was dead center in the middle of his lap. He caressed her rear end affectionately and said, "Just to issue a disclaimer, this is not a punishment. You were curious about spanking, and I'm just demonstrating what a spanking from me would entail. Understood?"

    "Yes, Sir," she said, staring down at the couch cushion. She propped herself up on her elbows.

    "Good girl," he said, giving one of her butt cheeks a squeeze. He raised his hand into the air.

    She tensed, preparing for the blow.

    He smacked her ass. Hard.

    She gasped and looked at him over her shoulder, her expression reflecting shock and indignation. Tears sprang to her eyes at the unexpected sting of pain.

    He looked her in the eyes as he lifted his hand into the air again. He repeated the act, smacking her ass so hard that it bounced back against his hand.

    She turned and faced forward, digging her nails into the couch cushion and ducking her head down.

    After that second slap, his hand smoothed over the skin of her rear end, caressing the pain away. "Spankings are a punishment," he explained. "I've had submissives who would disappoint me on purpose so they could get a spanking from me. Those were back in the days when I was a lot more... gentle with punishment. I learned to be a bit firmer. When I was more firm, submissives disappointed me on purpose a lot less often. I spank at varying degrees of intensity, and those varying degrees will depend on what you've done to disappoint me. What I am giving you now is only mid-level. "

    She turned her head to the side and rested it on the couch cushion.

    He continued caressing her rear end, admiring the view he had while she was draped across his lap. "For the record, if you ever want a spanking from me, a playful one, all you have to do is be on your best behavior and ask me."

    "I understand," she said.

    He raised his hand, held it in the air for a moment, and then smacked her again.

    She moaned out loud.

    Generally whenever he gave a submissive a spanking, even a more painful one, the submissive experienced conflicting emotions. On one hand, they experienced the urge to protest. Pain was being inflicted on them and as such, their defense mode sometimes kicked in. On the opposite end of the spectrum, however, were those tingling sensations that the pain left in its wake. Shortly after the pain, there was pleasure. He could see this conflict in Destiny's face as she lay with her head turned to the side, lips parted, clenching the cream-colored Italian leather couch cushion.

    He continued to spank her and watched her face while he did it. After about the tenth spank, she no longer reacted to the pain. Only the pleasure that came afterwards. She didn't even realize it, but minute by minute, she started to arch her back, raising her rear end higher and higher. Anticipating the smack. Wanting it.

    He smiled and gave her rear end a final pat and a gentle caress. "I think you get the idea," he said.

    "Are we done already?" she asked, her voice sounding sleepy, like she'd just woken up from a good dream.

    "Already?" he made a show of checking the watch on his wrist. "We've been at it for quite a while. Up."

    She raised up into a kneeling position and remained that way, awaiting further instruction.

    He stood from the couch and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I have something for you. I'm going to be right back." He exited the living room and walked down the hall. He stopped just in front of the door to the red room and opened the door. He flipped on the light switch and entered the room. He crossed the room, leaned down, and hooked his fingers through the sturdy metal wires of the large, long cage in the back corner of the room. He carried the cage with him back out to the living room.

    The minute she saw it, her posture straightened and her eyes widened slightly. She looked more alert, more wary.

    He set the cage down to the side of the couch and opened the door to the cage. He turned and looked at her. "Get in," he ordered.

    She stared at him blankly.

    "You're hesitating," he chided her lightly.

    She stepped off the couch and hesitatingly walked up to him. Taking a deep breath, she lowered down to her hands and knees and crawled into the cage.

    He knelt down to the floor and closed the door to the cage. He engaged the combination lock that hung loosely on the latch and tugged on the lock to make sure it was secure. "This is where you will sleep tonight," he advised her.

    She opened her mouth and looked like she was going to protest.

    He arched an eyebrow at her. "Did you have something to say?"

    She thought better of it and swallowed her words, shaking her head in response.

    "Good. Good girl. There's some work that I have to get done before the night is over. I'll check on you before heading to bed." He reached through the opening in the cage and caressed her hair. Then, he turned and left her.