Reminders

The house had been empty when she climbed into the steamy shower to wash away the stress and exhaustion of the work week. He knew she had dinner plans with Ginny; it was a girls night out. And so Ari wasn’t surprised He had not yet arrived home from work. She expected He would make plans with friends or head to the gym for an end of the week workout.

But now, as she pulled on a barely there shift of a dress, she did not need to look up to know that He was standing there and that He was watching her as she dressed. She could always feel His eyes on her regardless of whether He was within arms-reach or standing on the opposite side of a crowded room.

Still in His suit pants, dress shirt and tie, He stood in the door frame to their bedroom; He said nothing.  It did not matter though.  His stance and the way He looked at her were usually sufficient clues to allow Ari to discern His mood — And in this moment everything about His demeanor made her uneasy.

She made a quick decision not to ask what He was brooding about and instead smoothed her dress and walked toward Him,

“What a lucky girl I am,”

Ari said lightly.

I did not think I would see you before I had to leave to meet Ginny for dinner.”

She did not wait for a response, but instead kissed Him lightly on the cheek and tried to move past the solid, athletic body that blocked the only means of exit from the bedroom.  He shifted his weight ever so slightly so that Ari could not escape.

She tilted her head up and met His eyes for the first time since she had felt His presence in the room.  He made a conscious effort to keep His expression blank so as not to reveal to her how amused He was by the quizzical exasperation He saw on her face.

“I didn’t think I would see you until after your dinner myself, but as I was driving to the gym, I thought you might need a quick reminder on proper etiquette when you are out with friends — especially when that friend is Virginia.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,”

Ari replied.

But her body’s reaction to His comment suggested otherwise.  He wondered if she had even been conscious of how her right hand had instinctively reached back and slightly brushed over the curve of her bottom now covered by the light flowing material of her summer dress.

Whether or not she was conscious of her protective reach back, He knew she understood exactly what He was talking about, but He would play along with her selective amnesia,

“Well, well, if you have no recollection of the little problem that arose the last time you and Virginia had a girls’ night out, it certainly was the right decision on my part to come home to remind you little girl.”

The pout that masked her face confirmed for Him that her memory was perfectly in tact, but He was certain that drawing out the act of reminding her of the Ginny incident would provide Him with much more enjoyment than chastising her for the feigned ignorance.

 

“Ari, if you cannot recall the lesson that followed your last outing with Virginia, I must be slipping.  I thought my spankings were at the very least memorable.  But seeing as you cannot remember, we can repeat that lesson now so that you don’t break the rules again while you are out tonight.”

 

“No.  Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.  I must leave or I will be late.”

 

 

“Oh, so you do remember our lesson on the importance of you not discussing my professional life with your girlfriends?”

 

“What I remember is you completely over-reacting to my efforts to be sympathetic to a friend who was very troubled over her family’s financial stability.  Gin was completely beside herself over the money lost on Ben’s latest business venture, and all I said was that I understood what she must be feeling since I panic every time I hear you describe how the recession has undermined your confidence in the firm’s ability to meet last year’s profits.”

“If the over-reaction to which you are alluding is the belt and brush that were taken to your naughty little bottom, let me remind you that you were not spanked for your show of sympathy.  You were spanked for discussing my professional concerns after having been warned on numerous occasions that the topic was off limits.  If you recall, the reason I knew you had broken the rule in the first place was because Ben expressed his sympathy for the under-performance of the firm when I ran into him as I was leaving a restaurant with several of my partners the next day.”

The guilt she had felt over her indiscretion having embarrassed Him in front of His partners came rushing back.  She wanted to apologize again and promise Him that there was no reason to worry because she had in fact learned a lesson . . . but that part of her which so often waged an internal war against her  desires to submit refused to allow her to reveal any sign of contrition.  When she spoke her tone conveyed anything but the attitude of a contrite good girl.  If anything it was dripping with contempt,

“Honestly, are we going to discuss this again now?  I will be late.  I have to go.”

 

 

“Given the difficulty you have exhibited in recalling the very important lesson delivered after your last dinner with Virginia, I think you will be well-served if we discuss it now.  I am not willing to risk falling victim to your forgetfulness again.”

 

“You have made your point.  I won’t utter your name while I am out tonight.  But I have to go.”

She tried to walk around Him for the second time in one evening.  This time rather than block her path with His own presence, He hooked His arm around her waist and practically carried her to their bed where He told her to sit and wait for His return.

She could hear Him in the kitchen.   It sounded as though He was searching for some kind of utensil.  When He returned He had a pairing knife in His left hand and a light brown root of some kind in His right hand.

Without saying anything, He sat down beside her and cut a long length of the root and began to remove its brown papery skin.  It was the distinct smell that made Ari realize He held ginger root in His hand.  He used the knife to smooth and taper the root.  As Ari watched the root take shape in His hand, she suddenly knew what He intended.  She felt the panic rise in her chest.

“Do you have any ideas what we could do with this, little girl?”

It was too overwhelming for her to imagine actually enduring what she had deciphered to be His intent; hence, there was no way she could describe those intentions out loud.  She simply let His question hang in the air as though she had not heard it at all.

But He knew she heard Him.  Rather than force an answer from her lips, He put His finger under her chin and tilted her face up so that He was looking down into her wide eyes.  She thought she saw amusement flash across His face right before He spoke,

 

“I am warning you now that at a minimum this will be extremely uncomfortable.  My guess is that it will actually be quite painful, but the pain is only a temporary sensation.  It should diminish once the ginger is removed or shortly thereafter.   And I am confident that it will serve as the perfect reminder that you must be mindful and discreet with your disclosures during your dinner with Ginny.  Do you understand?”

 

“But, I don’t need a reminder,”

Her once venomous words were now hardly a whisper.

“We all need reminders, little girl.  And an important part of my responsibility in our relationship is making sure I find ways to remind you.  So let’s get this reminder in its proper place before it dries out.”

 

 

 

 

 

“Can’t it wait until after dinner?  If you make me stand in the corner with that horrid thing inside of me, I will certainly miss the dinner with Ginny.”

 

 

 

“Who said anything about the corner, Ari?  You will not be late.  I intend to send you on your way as soon as your reminder is secure in its place.  Now, lay faced down for me with this pillow under your hips.”

Defeated and frightened, and uncertain as to exactly how much His reminder would hurt, she acquiesced and lay over the pillow, presenting her most vulnerable self to Him.

“Relax, and putting this in will hurt much less. Either way it is going in so it’s up to you if you want it to be easy or difficult.”

He pulled her cheeks open, pausing momentarily to admire her round bottom,  the wetness of her glistening slit and the lovely forbidden hole He was about to subject to a pre-emptive punishment of sorts. He pressed the tip of the ginger plug just inside that hole and turned it gently as he tried to fit it snugly in place.

When Ari tensed and pushed back, He surprised her with a quick, severe series of spanks with His firm hand on her bared bottom.  Then He tried to sooth her some by putting His hand on the small of her back.  He gently rubbed her back and the pretty curve of her now warm pink bottom.  Once He sensed some relaxation on her part, He pushed again and she felt herself stretch to take the ginger root.  Mindful that she must leave soon to meet her friend, she choked back the sob that fought to escape her throat.

In a matter of seconds an  intense burning spread slowly over her body.

“It burns.  I cannot go to dinner like this.”

 

 

“You can Ari, and you will.”

 

 

“Please . . . ,

but she did not finish her sentence.  His expression made clear He would not be persuaded to grant her any reprieve.

As if He had read her mind, He responded to her unfinished plea with a calm and deliberate authority,

“Don’t beg Ari.  Accept your situation gracefully and go meet your friend.”

He kissed her forehead, offered her a tissue for the single tear that had escaped from the corner of her eye,  and then ushered her toward the door,

 ” And, Ari, I trust you will have no problem remembering what is and is not appropriate dinner conversation.”

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