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  Within an hour, Ash had returned with the clothing. She and Levi helped Bernie to dress, and then the three of them piled into Ashley’s car. Levi rode in the back with Bernie’s head on his shoulder. Ashley helped Levi get Bernie up to her bed and then left, saying in a worried tone, “If you need anything, you have my number. I’m not going to drink today just in case.”

  Levi gave her a grateful smile and went back to the bedroom to check on Bernie. She was sound asleep, so he sat on the other side of the bed and drafted a letter to her on his phone.

  When Bernie woke up, she groaned at the pain in her head and backside. Before she even got her eyes opened, Levi was rubbing her back and offering her water and some pills. She took them automatically.

  “Hey… what time is it? What day is it?” she whispered.

  Levi spoke lowly as well, sure that her head was killing her. “It’s just past 5:00 am. You mostly slept through the night, so that’s good.”

  Bernie started to nod, but the pain in her head gave her pause. “Oh God, I am never going on a rescue mission again.”

  Levi’s voice steeled a bit at that. “No. You are not. But we will talk about that when you’re better.”

  Bernie felt a flutter in her stomach; she had a feeling she was not going to enjoy that “talk” one bit. But she tried not to think about it right now. “Is there anything to eat? I feel like I haven’t eaten in a decade.”

  In reality, it had been about twenty-four hours.

  Levi nodded. “Of course. My mom brought a ton of leftovers from the event or I can make you some toast and eggs…”

  Bernie thought for a second and then smiled. “Is there any of Maggie’s pie? I’d kill for some berry pie right now.”

  Levi smiled. “There is! But Ginny is the one who made it, and, if you ever tell my mom this I’ll spank you so hard, but Ginny’s even better at pies than Mom is.”

  Bernie grinned and gave a teasing motion. “Well, chop chop slave. I expect pie in my belly, and I heard something about you taking care of me this week.”

  Levi gently swatted her blanket covered bum and whispered, “Cheeky girl.”

  Bernie smiled contentedly and closed her eyes.

  When he returned a few minutes later with a large slice of pie and a big glass of milk, she was able to sit up and eat and drink. “Can we watch a movie? Something super-duper chick-flicky with lotsa mush and gross girly stuff?”

  Levi laughed. “Yes, dear. Anything you want.”

  She pulled Netflix up on the TV in her room, and they snuggled in to watch A League of Their Own. She figured that was a good compromise between total mush and something Levi would actually enjoy. She was asleep again before it was even half over.

  That was basically how the next week went. They took a small walk around the complex each day and Levi’s family and Ashley took turns bringing them meals and they watched movies and played cards and just enjoyed each other’s company. A few of the guys had gone back and retrieved Bernie and Levi’s vehicles.

  The following week, Bernie did not need as much around the clock constant care, so Levi left her at her apartment for several hours in the afternoon. He used that time to go to the gym, run errands, and help his parents on the ranch. Bernie had worked it out so she could fulfill the internship hours later in the year.

  Levi did not tell her that part of the reason he was able to devote all of his time to her was because he was currently “relieved of duty pending investigation.” His chief had been “less than pleased” that he had not waited for backup. Also, since Frankie Gonzales, the punk who had hurt Bernadette, had been killed by his gun, there was an investigation into that as well. Everyone was sure it would be deemed a legitimate shooting but there was still a lot of red tape that needed to be sorted through. Bernie didn’t ask about any of it, and Levi did not offer the information.

  Chapter Thirteen

  After visiting the doctor’s office for Bernie’s two-week follow-up and being given a “clean bill of health,” even though her side was still tender and the stitches were not quite ready to come out, they decided to go out to lunch to celebrate.

  At lunch, Levi read her the letter he had written that night. It expressed the raw emotions he had felt at the time. How scared and angry he had been. How much he loved her. How he never wanted to spend a moment away from her.

  By the end of his reading they were both crying.

  Bernie looked at him earnestly. “I guess you need to spank me hard, huh?”

  Levi nodded seriously. “Hard spanking would be the understatement of the century. I think we both need this to clear the slate. The moment we get home, I expect you bare bottomed in the corner and, then, I am going to make sure you never ever place yourself in this type of dangerous foolish situation again.”

  Bernie shivered, but agreed.

  They held each other’s hands as they left the restaurant.

  ***

  Once they got to Levi’s house, Bernie immediately went into the bedroom, stripped naked, and placed herself in the corner. Her heart was beating really fast and she wondered what she had gotten herself into. She didn’t feel scared; she knew that Levi wouldn’t really hurt her. Not for real at least. And she didn’t feel sad or angry—she knew she deserved this and they both needed this for their relationship to move forward. But she did feel uneasy. This was going to be the worst spanking to date and she also knew she had really hurt Levi. She was glad he was going to discipline her and clean the slate. She wondered how long he would leave her here. She glanced down at her naked torso and counted her stretch marks and ran her fingers over every cellulite ridden pore. She knew he had seen her naked before, but, standing here alone in the corner, she felt on display and incredibly exposed. Remembering that she had brought over some of her own clothing as they slept together every night, either at his place or hers, she was tempted for a moment to grab her robe, but his instructions when they got out of the truck had been explicit. “Naked, hands on your head.” Oh! Whoops! She placed her hands on her head and waited.

  As time passed with nothing to do but think, she smiled slightly as her mind drifted. The last time she had been standing in this room about to be spanked had been on her birthday. And there had been no trepidation, but her tummy had been flipping like crazy…

  ***

  After a perfect dinner, that Levi had not allowed her to help with even a little, he told her it was time for her spanking.

  She looked at him wide-eyed. “But why? Honey, I didn’t do anything bad today. And it’s my birthday! And… Why?

  He gave her a mock stern look and growl. “Dost thou dare challenge me, the Lord of the Castle, birthday wench?”

  She giggled and shook her head, still confused but relieved that he was playing. “No, no, kind sir. I was merely requesting thy benevolence in the confused state of my addled brain.”

  He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. “March back to my lair, maiden. You are now my prisoner and I shall treat you as such.”

  Her stomach was filled with an entire swarm of butterflies, and her knees shook a little as they walked upstairs to his room.

  Levi held her wrists in one hand and periodically swatted her bottom with the other.

  When they arrived in his bedroom, he let go of her wrists and unzipped her dress. “Remove all coverings. You will have no use for clothing here, no matter how adorable you look.”

  Bernie giggled and blushed, the cherry ModCloth dress he had given her fit perfectly and made her feel “totes adorbs” but she didn’t have any issues with stepping out of it.

  He also unhooked her bra and slid her panties off.

  Shivering, she looked at him cautiously.

  He led her over to the bed, sat down, and pulled her over his knee. He positioned her so that her palms were flat against the floor and her legs were stretched so that she had to balance almost on her tiptoes.

  “I believe that you are twenty-four years old today, Miss Douglas, yes?”
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  Her stomach flipped again as she nodded. She was starting to understand where this was going. “Mmmhmm.”

  His hand came down sharply on her ass. “Pardon?”

  She shrieked, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!”

  “Better.” His large hand rubbed away the sting and Bernie moaned and sank happily into his lap.

  She had a feeling this was going to be quite different from a punishment spanking.

  “Twenty-four years of sass, and spunk, and attitude, and personality, and strength.”

  With each attribute, he gave her bottom a swat with just enough sting to send electric shocks right to her already pulsating pussy.

  “Bernadette, you are the most caring, beautiful, kind, tender-hearted, funny, sweet woman that I know. And I love you very much.”

  He continued delivering sharp little smacks and she arched a little, trying to rub her pussy against the denim of his jeans.

  He laughed and reached a hand down between her legs. “Why, Miss Bernie Douglas, you are sopping wet, my dear. This is going to make your birthday spanking quite difficult if you saturate my pants in the process.”

  She giggled and wantonly rubbed herself against him again. She knew that he wasn’t actually upset at all and that her arousal always pleased him greatly.

  He put his stern persona back on and swatted her bottom a little harder. “Control yourself, woman! From here on out, you’re going to take what I give you and not any less or any more, understood?”

  Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. “Yes, sir.” She laid still and waited.

  “You are going to get your birthday spanks now, and if you are a very good girl, there may be a present at the end. Count each of these out loud and express your gratefulness as we go along.”

  He did not wait for an answer before beginning.

  “Oh! One, thank you, sir. Two, thank you, sir. Three, thank—oh my!” She tried to keep focused on the completely pleasurable, but heavy swats, followed by sweet rubbing of her bottom, but at the third swat, he moved his free hand down to her mound, stuck a finger inside of her, and started pumping it in and out. “F-four, oh, thank you, sir!”

  He kept up this simultaneous spanking and pleasuring until Bernie thought she was never going to make it to twenty-four.

  At eighteen, he pulled his finger out of her hole and began rubbing the juices into her clit.

  She screamed, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” and missed count.

  “Tsk, tsk, Miss Douglas. I think we will have to redo that one.” He brought his hand down hard on her ass, but did not stop his ministrations to her engorged clitoris.

  “Eighteen! Eighteen! Oh, God, Levi, I am not going to make it to twenty-four!”

  He grinned mischievously. “Twenty-five. There is always one to grow on.”

  She groaned and tried to think about baby kittens and butterflies. In between gasps and moans and writhing on his lap, she managed to count out the remaining six, and when he added a very hard “one to grow on”, her orgasm came very hard and very loud.

  Levi had to physically hold her on his lap so she did not end up in a heap on the floor.

  When she was done, fully content and completely satiated, he pulled her into his lap.

  With her pink bottom resting on is legs, he tenderly kissed her face and head. “Good birthday present, babe?”

  She sighed happily. “The very best. But, there is one more thing that I would like.”

  He looked at her surprised. “Name it. Anything you want.”

  She slid off his lap and knelt on the floor in front of him. Hesitantly, she reached up and started undoing his belt. “You have pleasured me several times now and I really want to have a chance to give you pleasure now. Please? It’s what I really, really want.”

  Levi looked at her with a mixture of shock and admiration. He helped her undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, and slid them, and his boxers, onto the floor.

  She gulped and was shocked to see that he was already very erect. And very large. Larger than any of the boys she had serviced up until this point. Teasing, she grinned up at him. “I guess beating my butt gets you off, huh?”

  He smiled back. “That and listening to the woman who I love having a screaming orgasm.”

  She bit her lip and looked at the ground, but smiled, pleased.

  Then, straightening her spine, but still kneeling, she gave him a stern look. “Okay, buddy, for the next few minutes, I’m in charge, so just sit back and enjoy.”

  He laughed, but allowed her to continue.

  Bernie started by slowly rubbing her tongue from his balls to all the way up his shaft, then repeated the motion several more times and exclaimed, “Mmm, I love an after spanking cocksicle.”

  Levi, who had been groaning in pleasure, started shaking with laughter. “Did you just say a…”

  She leaned up and put her finger on his lips. “Shh… just go with it.”

  He stifled his laughs and leaned back on his arms, enjoying her attentions.

  She put her mouth around the head of his cock and started sucking just the head, then moved down a little bit, then a little more until she had the entire thing almost halfway down her throat. Then, she slowly moved up to the tip and back down again.

  Levi gripped the quilt on the bed, groaning.

  She swirled her tongue around and continued her worship of his manly tool for several more minutes.

  With a shudder, he grabbed her hair gently. “Babe, you need to stop or I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

  She looked up at him glassy-eyed, cock still in her mouth and nodded, mumbling, “Please.”

  The sight of his girl, naked, nipples erect, his cock in her mouth, begging for him to come was all he needed.

  She gave it one more deep suck and he exploded in her mouth. She happily swallowed every drop as he erupted over and over.

  When he collapsed onto the bed spent, she gently licked and sucked his now flaccid penis until it was clean. Then, she crawled up into the bed and laid her nude body on his chest. “I love you, Levi. Thank you for the best birthday ever.” And they both fell asleep.

  It was the sound of the door opening and Levi’s careful footsteps that brought her out of her pleasant memory.

  ***

  She sensed him moving things around on the bed and pulling the armchair away from the wall. Then her stomach fell as she heard the unmistakable sound a belt unbuckling and sliding through the loops of his jeans. Her blood turned to ice and it was only partially due to her own nudity.

  She expected him to come fetch her and walk her over, but instead he spoke out sternly, none of the tender care she was accustomed to in his voice. “Bernadette. Over here. Now.”

  She swallowed, lowered her arms, and walked slowly over to him. He was sitting in the armchair, snapping the belt as she walked. She thought she might throw up. Too quickly her feet led her to standing in front of the chair and looking down at him with teary eyes. He pushed the backs of her knees until she was kneeling in front of him. She felt so vulnerable and at his mercy. If she weren’t in so much trouble, she thought she might even be really turned on by his dominance. She didn’t like his silent stare though. He just stared at her. She couldn’t tell if his demeanor was one of anger or sadness. She just waited.

  Eventually he grasped her chin and tilted her face to look up into his own. Still in that stern tone he asked, “What did I tell you when we went to get Saul from that house last month, Miss Douglas? What was the one rule I gave you pertaining to that neighborhood?”

  Bernie swallowed and licked her lips. “You—you said I wasn’t to go back a-alone, L-Levi. Sir! That I had to go with you if I ever needed to go back, sir.”

  Still grasping her chin, he continued his interrogation. “And did you? Did you wait for me? Did you even call me or tell me that you needed me?”

  Bernie couldn’t look down because he had her chin so firmly, but she closed her eyes and whispered, “No, sir. I’m so sorry,
Levi.”

  He tapped her head with his other hand. “Eyes on me, Bernadette.”

  She obeyed promptly.

  He spoke with a fire to his voice, but still lacking the tenderness that Bernie had grown accustomed to. “No, no, you did not. You did not give me chance to protect you. You did not give me a chance to help. You didn’t even tell me where you were going. I had to spend hours scared and worried and angry. Fearing the worst. And then when I saw the predicament you were in, when I saw the woman that I love handcuffed to a bed in a houseful of criminals, how do you think that made me feel?”

  Tears started rolling down Bernie’s face into his palm. “Mad?” she guessed.

  “Scared, Bernadette. Scared shitless. And completely useless. Like my entire being was crushed and removed from me. My main job is to protect you and you stole that right and privilege from me. And why? Why did you go back there alone? Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you ask for help?”

  By this point, Bernie was sobbing audibly and her body was shaking. “I… I don’t know, Levi. I just did it. I wanted to prove I could handle myself. I wanted to prove that I could do it on my own. I wanted to be strong and independent and prove I didn’t need anyone. But… it was a lie, Levi! I did need you, I do need you! I’m so sorry, babe. I’m. So. Sorry.”

  Levi’s eyes glistened as well, but he just stared at her for a full thirty seconds. Unblinking. Just looking into her face. After the long pause, he let go of her chin and pulled her arms so she was standing. “Over my lap, Bernadette. I am going to spend the next several minutes proving to you how deeply loved you are and how deeply cared for you are and how deeply wrong you were to place yourself into that situation on your own. It’s going to be very hard for you to take, but I’ll be here the whole time. I am going to start with my hand, but that will be the least of your worries.” He scooted to the edge of the chair and pulled her over his knees.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Bernie was grateful he was starting over his knee with his hand. She felt like she needed the skin to skin contact. She felt so ashamed and almost looked forward to him absolving her guilt.