Summer Solace by Maggie Ryan

look up at her. She saw his eyes full of indecision.
    “Gabriel, do you love me?” she asked.
    He looked shocked. “Yes, of course I do…you…”
    “Do you trust me?” 
    “Yes, Jo…what…”
    “Are you my Dom?”  Joanna asked.
    His shocked look turned to surprise. He was slower to answer but Joanna refused to release him.
    “Well, are you?”
    “Yes, Joanna, I am,” Gabe answered.
    Nodding and not letting him continue, she smiled. “Gabe, you are not my father. What he did was wrong. I never consented to him punishing me.”  She saw his mouth open and a flare of anger in his eyes. She smiled and added,   “However, I am your Submissive. I consent and submit to you, my Dom – in all things.”  He nodded, his eyes beginning to clear. Joanna stroked her finger down his cheek and he shuddered. “Gabe, how do you feel about swearing?” she asked softly.
    He grinned and answered, “You know how I feel, you are not to lower yourself by swearing.” 
    She nodded and made a great show of rolling her eyes as if she thought his answer ludicrous. “And, Gabriel, how do you feel about eye rolling?” 
    His eyes were bright as he grinned. “That will get your bottom spanked every time, young lady,” he said with a smile.
    Joanna laughed and bent down to press her lips to his. She pulled away. He watched as she took his hands and put them on the waistband of her panties. His eyes showed his complete understanding as they locked on hers.
    “Prove it, Sir,” she challenged.
    Grateful for what she had just done, Gabe nodded. She shuddered as he very, very slowly peeled her panties down. She shivered when she felt a rush of desire surge through her and a rush of moisture pool between her legs. Gabe was well aware of her reaction. He placed her panties at her shorts and then turned her over his knee. His hand did stroke gently over her bottom but only for a moment. He gave her a final gentle pat and then did what a good Dom would do. He spanked his submissivehard. Within minutes, Joanna was wondering what the hell she had done. Her bottom was being smacked again and again with a hand that was as hard as most paddles. She was soon squirming and wiggling but getting nowhere. Gabe easily kept her in place.
    She was sure he was blistering her by the second round and began to plead, “Oh… please, ow! It hurts… please, no more…. I’m sorry!” 
    Gabe couldn’t conceal a grin. He had heard something along these lines just the night before when his sister had been over his lap. It seemed to be the universal language of every woman he’d ever spanked or witnessed being spanked. Joanna moaned and struggled and promised to be a good girl. Gabe listened but continued to spank her. He knew she needed this to be a real, true spanking. He had been almost afraid to spank her and that had floored him. She had taken charge and reminded him of their roles and he would never again disappoint her.
    “You are not to use vulgar words, Joanna. You are too smart for that,” he said. He followed this with another round of smacks against her reddening bottom.
    “Yes, Sir…I won’t… ow!” she yelped and attempted to reach back to cover her now aching bottom. Gabe easily captured her hand and pinned it at the small of her back. If pleading and begging was the universal language, attempting to cover a bottom turning red by a spanking was the universal action. Gabe relaxed into the routine that he had missed, grateful again that Joanna had forced his hand.
    “You are not to roll your eyes, young lady. It shows me that you think what I am saying is silly or stupid and shows great disrespect. It is a very immature thing to do. You have the right to disagree with me but you are never to disrespect me,” he reminded her.
    “Yes…yes, Sir,” she screeched when the hand again spanked her. When he moved to roast the backs of her thighs, Joanna finally truly submitted. She went limp over his knee, her tears falling onto the