Make Me.

Chapter Nine

Grace could thank her mother for nearly everything. She is her best friend, sister, confidant, and more. However, Delilah has always prided herself the most with the honor of being Grace's mom. She was amazing at it. Beautifully sweet and caring while also managing to teach Grace everything she knows. She has always shared with her mom her desier to be like her with children of her own one day, Grace looked up to her mom, and she loved her so much. So when her mom swung by to pick Grace up for lunch the next afternoon, Grace couldn't explain the amount of joy she had just by knowing they would be spending their day together. Her mother was beautiful she had one of those faces that always smiled, and when she really smiled at you, the one that was already there would only deepen, and her bright eyes would shine. She had a face that mirrored Grace's. People constantly thought they were twins with how striking their resembelce was to one other. The only major difference was that her mom had bouncy curly hair opposed to Grace's hair, that was pin straight. Grace loved that her mom was like her sister. She loved their closeness, and as soon as the door closed to the car and her seat belt clicked, the talking was non-stop. " What do you want for lunch today, kitten? Burgers, Chinese, maybe some pizza?" Her mom asked while humming along to the soft rock song that played over the radio, she didn't care much she was to nervous and filled with excitement about things to come. Grace has been working on her clothing line for some time now, and finally, everything was coming together. She loves all of it, but she was nervous about her conversation with Noah last night. They were going to try again, not that they put up much of a defense against it in the first place. She just knew if she allowed herself to be in the right head space this could happen for them she just knew it, She felt it. She also knew that they needed to get away for that to happen, so as soon as her line drops next week her and Noah would plan a much needed....distraction. Her mom and her decided on Chinese, one of their favorite restaurants was right near the shops they wanted to visit on this side of town today. " I would like a...hmm, lets see" he mother pondered between her favorite schezwan wantons and a side of mushrooms and broccoli in garlic sauce as opposed to something with noodles, "Grace, what do you think I should get hun?" "Hmm, perhaps your favorite and the whole reason why we came here ." She quipped back at her mom."Ohh, alright, so what are you getting then?" Grace thought for a minute, caught between her two favorite chicken dishes. "I think I'll go with my usual as well," she giggeled. " So catch me up," her mom said, leaning forward on the table of their booth resting on her elbows. "Well, last night I had a dream...it was such a sweet dream mom, and I was pregnant with twins in it for sure." She said with a wide smile. Her mom smiled back just the same."So when I woke up, Noah and I talked and well... we decided we want to pursue trying to have a baby again...we also, we as in "I" suggested that we take a trip, we haven't been any where in a while and it'd be lovely to just...get away. Especially after my line launches, I think it'll be good for my creative space to change, so when I come back, I can focus more on my writing. Hopfully, after some time ... maybe not much at all I could be expecting, and I could write and finish the book before the baby's born." Grace rushed on trying to plan and predict the future. Her mom knew her well and knew how much her daughters dreams meant to her. "Sugar, listen, you're going to be just fine. I know it, you'll be a wonderful mom. I'm certain of that, and most moms go about buying and having people gift them with the necessities a baby requires, but you, no you, my sweet girl decided to go out and create her own and I am so beyond proud of you!" Her mom exclaimed, Grace collected her emotions before she purged them all of her sweet mom and, through her blurry vision, thanked her for her kind words and reassurance. So now it was time to plan the trip," Where do you think you guys will want to go?" Her mom asked. "Well... we saw Eastern Asia two years back, and that was beyond magical and very eventful" she gushed out, trying to hide the blush crawling across her face, remembering very well her introduction to the cane her husband had to have after giving severe warning to his very rude and disobedient wife that day. None the less she continued her bratty behavior despite being warned. She was in a horrible mood and had drawn the last straw when she picked a fight, telling him "he didn't have the right to go about bossing her around the way he does, that how dare he think he actually own her when she was very capable of taking care of her self."She had said to him in a huff she even added a small stomp with her foot and crossed her arms just so he knew she meant business. She felt a very eerie sensation come across her when he smiled at her and grabbed their room key, and disappeared for about forty minutes. She paced back and forth in their suite, unaware of the severity of her transgressions, so she decided to go for a dip in their private terrace  jacuzzi to hopefully calm down and stop herself from practically pulling her own hair out. She knew he owned her, and he knew it to. She was beyond being in trouble. She could feel it, she saw it in his eyes, the fire they had when she said that to him, and his chilling resolve before he left. She was done for. Cooked. She basically boiled herself alive, literally put herself in hot water. Noah came out onto the deck like patio not to long after, with his sleeves already rolled up for her. She gulped at the sight as he leaned against the sliding glass door gesturing for her to come out. She submerged deeper... she sank as low as her nose and raised both her eyebrows giving a small shake with her head telling him a silent no. In retrospect, she thought she might've had the upper hand since she was sinking lower in the warm safe water, and he was well...over there. What would he do? What could he do really I mean he wouldn't, right? Wrong, wrong, wrong!  So wrong in fact he all but hauled her over the side bending her over and effectively spanking her, and already much to his surprise her naked behind. She peeked back and smirked a little to herself when she saw the surprise written on his face, she must have forgotten, whoops. He carried out her punishment inside strapping her naked glistening body to their bed, he bound her tight. And when he tapped at her bare bottom near her upper thighs with the new forgin object he had brought back with him, she all but shot straight up in the air bucking against her restraints. She new what it was without a word being said, he had warned her while on their visit that, "the cane was a traditional instrument used on disobedient brats that need a hard lesson learned." Lesson learned indeed. She hasn't had to have that lesson re-learned or have a visit with the cane for atleast several months now. Grace smiled to herself "maybe Ireland or Scotland would be nice to visit this time."