Curled up on the white leather couch in Riccardo's hotel suite, Nicole gazed out the window over the city, bathed in afternoon sunshine, and berated herself for her lack of courage. Museums were not a good place to ask a man to spank you, neither were restaurants. The former was too quiet, the latter too busy. A hotel suite wasn't ideal either, it turned out. There was too much space and opportunity to procrastinate.She thought of herself as a brave girl. Punished with the gym shoe and paddle, she took her painful discipline with dignity. Each week she bared her soul and her panties to her best friend, but she couldn't ask Riccardo if he would discipline her.Over the last few days, he'd breathed color and life into the pieces of her dream. Tomorrow was Monday, and he was leaving. If she let her dream slip away, she'd wear the blackest black panties on Monday. It still wouldn't come close to the punishment she'd deserve if she missed this opportunity.The time to have courage was now, not Monday. She crossed her legs, her skinny 721 Levi's stretching over her sexy curves. He'd explored every inch of them. She'd done everything except sleep with him. For the tantalizing nights spent nights in his arms, she owed him honesty, however hard it was.Coming out of the bathroom, he dropped onto the couch beside her in comfortable black sweatpants and a tight matching
bahis şirketleri tee. She'd driven herself mad, exploring every inch of his solid chest, denying him the ultimate gift of herself.He put his warm hand on her bare arm. Her nipples hardened at his authoritative touch. She leaned into him, her soft white tee tightening over her breasts.?I want a future with you, Nicole. Our time here is running out.?She appreciated his directness. If only she could rise to it. Every time she'd tried, she'd retreated. She only wanted him if he could give her everything. Her most threatening black panties in mind, she whispered, ?You said I have good manners.??You do. Impeccable.??At our first lunch, you said you'd pick me up on my failings.??If it mattered, I would do so in private.??What if I had a serious lapse in behavior and caused an outrageous argument??Easing her from his shoulder, he turned and cushioned her face between his hands, his tender touch cradling her cheeks. His voice gentle, he said, ?I've been wondering how to say this for several days. There'll be times in our relationship when we argue. You're strong-willed and independent. I love that about you. But when you let yourself down, I'll instruct you to bend over and I'll punish you. It will hurt and you'll be sore for a while, but I'll expect your obedience. I'll forgive you and there'll
bahis firmaları be no lingering guilt for either of us.?She broke free of his hands. In all the worlds she'd imagined, in all the times she'd almost begun this conversation, she'd never imagined he'd ask her.His heart plummeted. This was why he hadn't raised it. He'd feared this reaction. But it was better to end things now than let them get any more painful for them both.?You'd paddle me?? she exclaimed.?I wouldn't hesitate, if you deserved it. But I'd more likely cane you.??I'm sorry, Riccardo.?He steeled himself to walk away. He'd had the highest of hopes for them, but he wouldn't tolerate a girl who didn't accept the discipline she deserved.?I've been less than perfect company over the past few days,? she said.He looked at her in surprise.?I've been trying to tell you. The thing is, I'm used to regular punishment and couldn't live without it. It makes me a better girl.?He looked at her, amazed. ?You want me to???I got the paddle the night before you sat across from me complimenting my manners. My bum was aching like hell. Punishment makes me graceful and well-mannered. It's natural.??Who dealt with you???It's a very kind friend. He deals with me and Alexa too. We're paddled for anything we know deserves it or just spanked each week to keep us in line.??You're both lovely girls, but you're
kaçak bahis siteleri the loveliest. I can't believe I've been worrying about this.??I can. We've both been dancing around the same problem.?He smiled and pulled her into him. ?You are full of surprises.??Are you going to punish me?? she asked, her voice muffled by his firm chest.?By your own admission, you were not a perfect guide. Your mind was on other matters.?She sprung up from the couch, bounced on her bare feet, and turned to face him. ?I was worse than useless. I let my worries consume me. You must order me down to my panties and lay it on hard. I need to know that when you say you'll punish me, you will thrash the living daylights out of me, if I deserve it. I don't want to have any doubts during the months before I can leave and join you in Italy.?He smiled at her. ?Show me one more place, a sex shop where I might buy a paddle or a cane.?*In the end, she'd found three shops on her phone, sent him all the addresses, and he'd taken a taxi alone.She hugged herself on the couch, reveling in the knowledge her man cared enough to be out in a strange city finding an instrument to punish her. After a while, she called down to room service for champagne. Positioning the ice bucket and glasses on a small table by the window, her mind was empty. He was going to thrash her for her procrastination and he was perfect.When she heard the clunk of the door mechanism, she got up, leaving behind the glossy interiors magazine she'd been flicking through while she considered how much she deserved the punishment which was coming.