Beautifying Bernadette: A BBW Romantic Comedy (The Jackson Tribe Book 1) Page 5

  Bernie was shaking. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t fear. She knew she should be angry, she should be terrified, but that wasn’t what she was feeling. She had dreamt this type of moment since she was eight years old, but never thought it could possibly play out so perfectly. She wasn’t sure why she was shaking though. It was partly due to the overwhelming nature of the situation; it may have been the caffeine fully hitting her system mixed with the first food she’d eaten in hours. She wasn’t sure how to decipher it all. She tried to talk, but her teeth started chattering.

  Levi came over to her side of the table and sat next to her. He put his arms around her and just held her tightly. She didn’t struggle and move away, so he took it as consent. On the contrary, she leaned into him, her body quivering. And then she started to sob. Deep gut wrenching audible sobs.

  Levi rubbed her back and rocked her a little, worried that he had overwhelmed her.

  “I’m s-s-s-sorry! I’m s-s-s-such a baaaaby!” She tried to talk, but she couldn’t get a good breath, and her face was all snotty, and her eyes were swollen, she looked over and realized she had left a huge spot on Levi’s shirt from her tears. At least she hoped it was tears.

  Levi grabbed some clean napkins from the table and gave them to her. “No need to apologize. I just feel awful that I caused this.”

  Bernie’s chest started shuddering again and Levi rubbed her back. “Shhhhh… deep breaths.”

  “It’s not you, okay? It’s me. I just never thought I’d ever actually hear a guy say he wanted to sp-sp-spank me and it’s like totally overwhelming.” Bernie tried to wipe her eyes and the napkin came up black. Fuck. She must have mascara all over her face. How flattering. Not.

  She shoved against Levi. “Hey, lemme out so I can go clean up.”

  Levi shook his head. “How about… no. If you walk away, I think you’ll close off, and we won’t have this conversation.”

  Bernie looked at him shocked, for some reason hearing he wanted to spank her was significantly less surprising than hearing he wasn’t letting her walk away from a conversation. The server came by and asked if everything was all right. Bernie nodded and then turned to Levi.

  “Okay… I can try. You didn’t scare me or freak me out. I just have spent so much time imagining what it would be like to meet a guy who was into sp-spanking, and here you are and you’re very forward about it and open and I just, I didn’t know how to take it. But I am not upset at you or anything. I mean really, what kind of Dommy Dude would you be if you were chill with a girl bold-faced lying to you, you know?”

  Levi just nodded.

  “So, no, I am not married, never been married, not pregnant; I mean I’ve never even had a serious boyfriend, so there’s that. I am so sorry that I lied to you. I don’t even know what came over me. I freaked out when I saw you were going to bust me, and it just fell out. And then, when the court date came around, well, I sort of wanted to see you eat humble pie since you had been so sure I was lying. And it all just kind of ran away from me. I am really sorry, Levi.” She bit her lip at the end and just looked at him waiting for rejection.

  She looked adorable with the mascara covering her cheeks, wide eyed and earnest. Levi grabbed a napkin, dipped it in his ice water, and started gently cleaning her face. “First off, thank you for laying it all out there. Even though I already figured it out and you know I figured it out. Thank you for being so honest. Secondly, I meant what I said. Even knowing that you were lying that day, I spent the last three months thinking about you, wanting to know you better, wanting to understand the girl behind those outlandish tales.”

  With a small smile, he continued. “I also meant it when I said I have never had someone tell me their significant other was going to spank them as a way out of a ticket. That took some balls. And I figured if that was the lie that came to your mind, then maybe it was a desire you had in your heart. And you’re really cute. I mean, very cute. Like confess to my brother the pastor impure thoughts cute.”

  Bernie started giggling and blushing. “Stop it! I know I am not cute, I’m a cow—ouch!”

  Levi had reached over and pinched her thigh lightly. “Stop. I already told you this morning, that isn’t something I want to hear or want you saying. I just said you’re cute, and we already established who the “Dommy Dude” here is, so I’d suggest you just accept the compliment. Because it’s true.”

  Bernie rubbed her thigh, her entire nether regions clenching and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

  Levi smiled and continued. “Like I was saying, you are cute, you are sassy, you are interesting, and I would genuinely like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in getting to know me?”

  Bernie nodded. “Yes, please.”

  “Good, then since that is settled, we just need to “discuss” the layers of falsehoods piled on top of falsehoods.”

  Bernie squirmed and looked at her lap. Her eyes welled up again.

  Levi turned and grabbed her chin gently. “No, none of that… you feel really guilty about all of that don’t you? You wish you had some way to absolve the guilt that’s piled up in your tummy over the last few months?”

  Bernie nodded shyly, knowing where this was going, but not wanting to hope.

  “I think you need a good hard spanking so that you can feel all better and have a fresh slate. I think we need to start our ‘friendship’ with nothing between us and those lies would be pretty big obstacles to overcome wouldn’t they? But we can just fix it with a few minutes of correction and then start everything fresh. Does that sound like what you want to do?”

  Bernie started nodding, and then stopped and shook her head “no” and then nodded again. She blushed and started biting her lip. “I dunno. I’ve never gotten spanked. I mean, I don’t just mean like as an adult. I never got spanked as a kid either. The closest I ever got was a friend’s mom in fifth grade caught me and her daughter smoking a pack of cigarettes we stole from her purse. She dragged us over to a bench in their front yard and started whaling on my friend. But right when she reached for me, my dad had come over to figure out what the commotion was about and ‘saved’ me. Even in fifth grade I didn’t completely want to be saved. I mean, at the moment, I was glad I wasn’t going to get my ass beaten, but I was also disappointed because I wanted to know what it felt like. I’ve tried spanking myself a few times, but it never really did it for me.”

  Levi just listened, nodding when appropriate.

  “So… I don’t know. I think I deserve to be punished and I’ve felt like shit for months. I’ve even been letting Ash talk me into drinking more and more just to forget how shitty I feel, so it would be nice to not have the guilt gut anymore. But I also know it’s going to hurt and that sucks. Plus, I don’t know you really. I mean, what if you’re an axe murderer, or a sadist, and once you start, you don’t stop and I end up on the evening news? I don’t have a face made for TV. I’ll look like a blimp, even if you cut me into little pieces.”

  Levi was torn between scolding her more and laughing his head off. Luckily for her, he chose the latter. “I promise I am not going to cut you up into little pieces. We will talk about the spanking before I do it. Today I am just going to use my hand. And, if you want to tell someone what we are doing, that is fine with me. I want you to feel safe.”

  Bernie blushed again. “Yeah, no. I am not going to be telling anyone that I am about to get my bare bottom spanked until I cry. I mean, not that I’ll cry, but you know what I mean?”

  Levi raised one eyebrow. “Are you sure about that, Miss Douglas? You were very naughty. I wouldn't be so quick to assume there will be no tears.”

  Bernie giggled and sank down into the bench. This was like something out of a kinky book and she wanted to savor it. She ate her cinnamon raisin toast with a thoughtful look, glad that her tummy wasn’t flipping so bad she couldn’t enjoy it.

  Chapter Five

  After Levi paid the bill, he drove them both back to her apartment. He talked about frivolous things on t
he drive, not wanting her to psyche herself out. When they went inside, he nodded his head to Juan and led the way back up the elevator and into her apartment. He still had her keys, so that made it easier to take charge. The closer they got to her apartment, the slower Bernie moved until she stopped dead just outside of her door.

  “I… I can’t, Levi. I can’t do it. This is crazy. This is ridiculous. I am a grown ass woman; I should know better. This is, no, this was a silly idea. I am sorry I pushed you into this. Let’s start over. Let’s just go on a regular date, no slate cleaning needed.”

  Levi leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Do you really want to have this conversation out here in the hallway where any of your neighbors can hear? Where they will know that you’re a naughty girl who is going to get her sassy bottom reddened? Is that what you really want, Miss Douglas?”

  Bernie shook her head wildly and started frantically motioning to the door. “Open the door! Open the door!”

  Levi unlocked it and ushered her inside, locking the deadbolt and the chain once the door was closed. “Do you need to use the bathroom or get a drink of water before we start?” He decided to avoid chit chat and just get right to it. She was obviously well on her way to talking herself out of this and he didn’t think that would end well for either of them.

  Bernie nodded and walked herself to the bathroom. Once she closed the door, she sat on the floor, back against the door, and started rocking herself slightly. “This is insane, Bernadette Grace Douglas. Insanity! You can’t let him beat you. That would make you like a… well, a crazy person. And you are not a crazy person! You are a strong independent woman. Just go out there and tell him no. Yeah! He has no right, or business, spanking you. That’s just insane.”

  She started to stand up, but then kept talking to herself. “But, on the other hand, you have wanted this your whole life. And, you really did lie out the wazoo. It would be nice to finally feel some sort of consequence for the shit you pull. You do kind of deserve this…”

  Levi stood outside the door uncertain whether he should knock or not. But, as he listened to her tirade, he made a choice and banged on the door. He used his no-nonsense, authoritative firm tone. “Bernadette? You have exactly three minutes to be done in there, or I am going to come in and carry you out here for your discipline.” He waited anxiously until he could hear the sounds of the water running and knew she was scrambling to obey. Within ninety seconds, she threw the door open, hands dripping wet from washing them in a frenzy, and looked at him in trepidation.

  He grabbed her wrist firmly. “Let’s go out to the living room, and have a discussion about your behavior and what is about to happen.”

  Bernie followed, getting more terrified by the second, but also incredibly excited.

  He led her to the chair he’d taken from its place at the dining room table and placed in the center of her living room. Taking a seat, he pulled her down on his lap. “All right, we already discussed that you lied to me about having a husband, one who would spank you no less, and being pregnant, and that you perpetuated the falsehood by showing up to court intentionally trying to look like you were expecting. What is going to happen now is that I am going to bare your bottom, pull you over my knee, and spank your bottom with my hand until it is cherry red, and I am going to make sure that you understand how naughty that was. Do you have any questions, Miss Douglas?”

  Bernie felt like she was having an out of body experience she was so light headed, but she shook her head and waited.

  Levi stood her up in front of him, reached over and unbuttoned her jeans slowly sliding them down. Bernie was so caught up in the moment she forgot to be ashamed of her cellulite and her thighs. She just watched his face. He carefully tucked his fingers in the waistband of her cotton panties and rolled them down to her mid thighs. Gently lowering her over one of his knees, he directed her to lay her hands flat on the floor. Then he placed his right arm firmly on her mid back and rested his other hand in the center of one of her butt cheeks for a moment. When he lifted his hand, her whole body cringed, but his palm came back down in what felt like a pat.

  She glanced up at his face, but he was staring intently at her bottom so she just waited. Over and over, he brought his hand down from one cheek to the other, but it didn’t even sting a little. She was really disappointed, but tried to hide it. Maybe he thought she had a low tolerance—or maybe he thought he was stronger, and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so she just waited. After about ten of those swats, she was ready to scream. This is what she had waited for all of these years? But then he started talking and punctuating key words, and the swats got harder.

  “Lying is completely un…” Smack! “acceptable, Miss Douglas,” Smack! Smack! “especially to an Officer of the Law.” Smack! Smack! Smack! “I am sure you knew…” Smack! “that you were being dangerous, deceptive, and willfully avoiding consequences.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  By the time he got to “consequences,” it was starting to sting, but not in a bad way. In a really really good way. Bernie couldn’t help it, she moaned a little and shifted slightly.

  Levi continued, a mild amusement in his tone. “Is this pleasurable for you, Miss Douglas? We cannot have that. This is not in any way meant to be for your enjoyment.” In reality, he was beyond pleased that she was reacting the way she was, but he knew he needed to ramp this up to discipline soon or neither of them would make it.

  And he did. Within seconds, Bernie was jerked out of her pleasure and into some serious heat. “Whoa whoa whoa! That really hurts, Levi! Go back to the other ones! I was learning my lesson!”

  The spanks were coming fast and hard, first scalding her rump and then moving on to build an almost unbearable fire in her sit spots and upper thighs. Bernie couldn’t focus on anything but the growing heat in her bottom. She tried to throw her hands back, but he captured them behind her back with his free hand. She kicked to slide off of his lap, but he caught her flailing legs under his leg and held her tightly. She felt like the smacks were never going to stop. She went rigid, clenching and trying to avoid the pain, but it grew and grew. After about twenty-five hard swats, she felt herself surrendering. It was as if she were physically giving in at the same time that she was mentally accepting it. She laid limply across his knee and simply received his discipline.

  She started whimpering. “I’m s-sorry. I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to liiiie…” She started crying, not even from the pain although it was intense, but just from the release of the guilt.

  Levi lowered the intensity, but continued spanking and lecturing.

  Bernie didn’t even notice that the spanking wasn’t as hard anymore. She was simply receiving. She felt like the guilt was falling off of her in waves.

  “I am looking forward to getting to know you, Bernadette. To learning your likes and dislikes. To really understanding who you are and what makes you tick. And I promise you that I will work my hardest to listen and to cherish you. I intend to make you feel like the special woman you are. But, I also have zero qualms about putting you back in this position as many times as I think you need it. I will not tolerate any more lies, do you understand me, young lady?” Levi paused the swats for a moment to allow her to answer.

  Bernie was shocked that she could follow most of what he was saying, but she nodded her head anxiously and tried to look up at his face. “Oh, yes, sir! Yes! I swear I won’t lie to you ever again and you can spank me every day if that’s what you want!”

  Levi patted her bottom a few more times and ran his hand gently over her fiery globes.

  Bernie groaned in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

  Levi squeezed each cheek once before patting her back. “You may get up now, Miss Douglas. You’re going to go stand in the corner with your hands on your head and wait for me to release you.” In actuality, he had no desire to do anything but pull her into his arms, but he had promised corner time and he wanted to always keep
his word. He also felt like they both needed time to cool down or they might go right past his arms and into her bed. And he didn’t want that. I mean, he wanted that, but…

  Bernie gave him a sad glance, but moved to obey, gingerly feeling her butt while she walked. Damn, it was really hot and kind of bumpy. She hadn’t considered that aspect, every time she imagined this, her skin was hot, but silky smooth. She didn’t even attempt to pull her jeans back up. Partly because she knew he specifically wanted her ass on display, but also because she thought it would be agony trying to get them over her roasted rump. She tried not to giggle at her alliteration. She put her hands on her head, elbows out like in the videos and pictures she had seen and waited.

  Levi just watched her, impressed at her form and how she carried herself. He was incredibly proud of how she was responding to everything. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but she was significantly more pliable and agreeable than he had anticipated. Glancing at his phone, he noted three minutes had passed. Not wanting to wait any longer, he cleared his throat. “Miss Douglas? Come here please.”

  Bernie shuffled over to him. She had no idea how long she had stood there. It had felt like an eternity, but she was really proud of herself for staying still and not rubbing or whining. She felt like she was winning at this “subby thing.”

  Levi pulled her down onto his lap. She hissed a little as her bottom made contact and he grinned sadistically. “A little tender are we?” She glared at him, but was too nervous to stick her tongue out like she wanted to. “How are you really feeling, Bernie? Right this second?”

  She was vaguely aware that it was the first time he had called her by her preferred name, but she focused on his question and just blurted out what was on her heart. “Horny? Forgiven? Sore? Embarrassed? Excited?”

  His eyes twinkled as he listened to her answers. “Was it as scary as you thought it would be?”