Submission

Chapter Five

         The whole night was long and sleepless for Samantha. One part because of her relentless thoughts, the other part was because her butt was still sore. The hot shower helped, only to a small extent though. Samantha groaned, tossing and turning. She felt hot. Wondering why, her eyes fluttered open looking to her clock. Ten it read. Samantha shrugged ready to roll back over and fall asleep. That's when Christopher's stern words echoed through her head.

"Come here tomorrow morning, eight o'clock. If you don't come, we'll be repeating what just happened. Am I clear?"

         "s**t!" She shouted, springing out and rushing for her jacket and feeding the dog. Making it to Christopher's house as quickly as a hare making a hasty retreat from the jaws of a hungry wolf preying on it. In this scenario, however, Christopher was the wolf and Samantha was the prey at the mercy of his beckoning claws.

         Christopher was sitting at his desk when there was a quick three knocks on the door. He peered over at the clock to see what time it was, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Now she decides to show up." Chris muttered to himself. Another fast paced set of knocks came as Christopher made his way to answer the door. As he suspected. There she was. Her eyes did not meet his, she wouldn't let herself meet his daunting gaze.

         Christopher crossed his arms. "I said eight, it's eleven past ten. Yet you came anyways despite my warning." He spoke down to her like a disapproving parent. The very words he spoke making the teens body shrink before him. "Yes I know. I'm sorry. In my defense I did not sleep at all last night." Samantha spoke softly in her defense. He shook his head with a deep sigh. "That's the best excuse you can give?" Sam nodded her head. Chris pulled her inside. "Sit. I'll be back." He instructed, Samantha doing as he said, taking a seat on the couch. Christopher disappearing into another room, his office to be specific.

         Soon Christopher came back, sitting in the love seat across from where Samantha was sitting. Sam sat in silence, feeling uneasy as if his eyes were boring into her soul. It was an intimidating feeling. Although, for some reason, Samantha liked the feeling of dominance and intimidation that was radiating off the man before her. It made butterflies flutter in her stomach. Made her nerves skyrocket in a somewhat, pleasurable manor. Yes, it made her feel weird, but she liked it, despite herself not even knowing why she did.

         "Do you know what b**m is?" The sudden and rather odd questions made Samantha look up confused. Why was he asking her that? I mean yes, she has heard of it, but she doesn't know much about it. Though it was still an out of the blue question. "I've only heard of it, but I can't say I know much about it." She answered.

         Christopher went silent again. His expression told her that he was thinking about something. It was as if she could see the gears in his mind turning. This peaked her interest. "I'll admit I want you. And I can tell by how you act around me that you're drawn to me as well, however, not in the way I am to you." He started to say. "I want you for a completely different reason. You challenge me. Interest me. Your independent nature and strong will gets under my skin. And I want to break that." He continued on. Samantha listening to him intently, her curiosity of what he was getting at growing. "What I am trying to get at here is this. I want to own you. Break you. I want you wrapped around my finger. To submit to my every word. Every will of mind. I will not force you. I'm merely telling you what I want. Whether you let me have that is your choice. But if you should decide against it, I will want nothing more to do with you. So answer me yes or no. Will you let me have you or will you walk away?" When he was finished speaking Samantha was at a loss for words. He wanted her? To own her and break her? Did she really just hear him right? Well of course she heard him correctly but did she believe what she heard? Hell no. But the real question is would she accept? Did she want to accept?

         Christopher watched as she took her time to think about what he'd just asked of her. He didn't expect her to say yes, yet, at the same time, he didn't expect her to deny him either. Chris could tell by the way she acted and spoke around him that she liked him. But did she like him enough to bring herself to accept his offer?

         "Yes.." Christopher met her gentle grey eyes when she looked to him with the one simple word. "I'll allow you what you want. I don't know why I am, but I will." She continued. Samantha wanted to slap herself for her foolishness, but she can't take it back now. A smirk crept onto Christopher's face. "Very good." Suddenly the smirk faded as quickly as it had appeared, his expression hardening. "However, I do intend on following through with my warning seeing as how you were two hours late getting here. So this will be your first official lesson." His tone was rough, strict sounding. Samantha looked away, once again the intimidating feeling she got from him hitting her like a ton of bricks.

         "Stand up." Christopher commanded. Samantha hesitated, but slowly rose to her feet, facing herself to him. "Don't hesitate. That's one thing I don't tolerate. I say something I expect an immediate response. Understood?" - "Yes.."

         Christopher sat down where Samantha had just been sitting. "Pants down, now." He said sternly. His voice never raising once. Samantha did as he said, pulling her jeans down to her knees. "Good." Christopher lightly pulled her down across his lap in the same way he had done to her yesterday. Samantha felt like a helpless child. Christopher now tugged her panties down like her jeans had been. He smirked at the sight. Still a light shade of pink covered her plump cheeks from the previous spanking she'd received. "For being two hours late, you'll get fifteen with my hand. Count them. You miss one or lose count and I'll start over." What?! Fifteen! He's got to be kidding. "Wait no! That's not fair I did mean to and I'm still sore from the ten you gave me yesterday!" Samantha raised her voice in protest.

Mistake number one.

         A big hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. "Raising your voice and talking back just earned you three more with my belt." Christopher said lowly in Sam's ear. Samantha whimpered. "I'm sorry please..let go." She begged, Christopher letting go of her hair and quickly landing a hard slap to her ass. Samantha yelped in surprise. "I didn't hear you count." - "One..I'm sorry." She said.

         Three more came down just as hard and quickly as the first, Samantha didn't care move. Counting out each one as they came. *smack* "Five." Samantha whined. Counting till she got to fifteen. That's when Christopher stopped and stood her up. "Lay on the couch on your stomach." He ordered, Samantha doing just that. She could hear the sound of his belt buckle as he took it off. He could see her shaking. She was scared and rightfully so. "Last three, remember to count them. Understand?" Samantha nodded her head following a "Yes." No sooner had she said yes did the first strike with the belt come into contact with her tender skin. The breath being knocked right out of her. It took her a minute but she soon found her voice, counting it before he decided to start over. The second was worse, again though she counted, not faltering. The last one came. It was by far the worst one. The last stroke earning a scream from the poor girl.

         Samantha couldn't say anything. It hurt too much for her to speak. Instead she gripped the pillow that was in front of her and she began to cry. Christopher set his belt aside and knelt next to her and placing a gentle hand on her back, rubbing it in soothing circles, and shushing her cries. "Shh...you're a good girl. You took that well. It's over now." He said softly as he rubbed her back. "Come on, come with me." Said Christopher, then picking her up carefully, carrying her to his room, laying her on the bed, turning her so she was laying back on her stomach.

         Samantha sniffled, her crying had stopped by now. Christopher turned to grab some lotion from the bathroom. When he came back he sat on the edge of the bed, squirting some lotion into his hand then lightly applying the cool liquid to Samantha's sore bottom. Her body relaxed the more he continued to rub the soothing lotion into her tender and reddened flesh. It was so relaxing that it put her to sleep. Christopher stopped and smiled, a genuine smile, not like the dark smiles and smirks he's given her before, but a real smile. She was so adorable and peaceful looking when she slept. Chris got up slowly. He let her sleep, gently pulling the covers over her small body as if she would break, making his way back to his office to finish the work he had started earlier.

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         Later on that same day Christopher was now sitting in the living room watching the news. Samantha had been sleeping for a couple hours now. Who could blame her though? Christopher sure couldn't and he didn't.

         Just when he was about to go check on Samantha, Christopher heard whining coming from the bedroom, signaling that she was awake. Chris got up. He went to the room. Sam didn't notice his presence as she was in too much pain right now. It was a task for her to simply sit up in bed, let alone sit properly. When she did finally manage to sit straight a sharp stinging sensation shot through her from the soreness. Samantha tried adjusting herself again, and again, every time she whined in pain. "You alright?" Christopher asked, even though he already knew the answer. Samantha jumped. "O-oh hey. Yeah I'm fine.." She lied. Christopher raised a brow. "No you're not." Samantha frowned at him. "Then why ask if I was?" She retorted back. "Watch it. I came to check on you, not get smart mouthed." - "I'm sorry." Samantha apologized.

         Samantha gave up trying to get comfortable sitting, rather instead getting up; rubbing her tush to ease the pain some. Christopher stood in the doorway waiting on her. Samantha never realized how badly a spanking could hurt, but damn, she didn't expect it to burn still. "Are you hungry?" Chris finally asked her. Samantha nodded her head. "What do you want then sweetie?" - "I don't know. If you don't mind, McDonald's and something cold to put on my ass would be nice." Responded Samantha in a smart yet honest way. Christopher chuckled. "That's fine, and there's some cooling lotion you can put on it in the bathroom if you want to use it."

         Samantha looked up to notice Christopher's gaze wondering downward, she herself now looking down, only to realize she still wasn't wearing any pants. She'd forgotten that he had spanked her bare and that she fell asleep without them on. 'Oh my god.' She thought. How embarrassing.

         With her face looking like a ripe tomato, Sam hurried to find her pants and underwear and made a beeline for the bathroom. Chris chuckled at the now embarrassed blondes reaction. "How cute.." He mumbled to himself. Christopher knocked on the bathroom door, muffled sounds of the girl behind it sighing could faintly be heard as she applied the lotion he had told her would help. "Get ready and get your jacket. I'll take you home after you eat." - "Okay." Samantha responded simply.

         The two of them got ready, getting on their jackets before getting in his car. McDonald's wasn't too far away, barely taking them eight minutes to get to the famous fast-food joint. Christopher let Samantha order first, her getting a double cheeseburger meal, a caramel frappe and an ice cream cone, her usual, Christopher ordering a smaller meal. Just a Big Mac and a fountain drink for him. Chris refused to allow Samantha to pay for it. "Go pick a place to sit hun. I'll wait for our food and be right there." He told her. Sam nodded with a smile. She picked a booth in the far, left corner of the establishment. Not long after that, Christopher sat down with their tray of food. Samantha looked for her ice cream, she always ate it first. "Did they forget my ice cream?" She asked him. Christopher shook his head, swallowing the bite he took. "No, I told them I'd get it after you finished your food." He said, taking another bite. Samantha pouted but didn't argue. Instead, she ate and finished her food so that she could have the ice cream she ordered. As promised, she got it, eating it as they made their way to the car. Chris warned her not to make a mess with it in his car.

         Once they were back and the car was parked in his driveway, Christopher helped Samantha out, walking her to her house. She thanked him for the meal. "That was nice of you. Thanks again." She said, unlocking her front door. "Pleasure is all mine." Samantha stopped for a moment. "Would you like to come over for breakfast tomorrow? It's the least I could do since you fed me twice already." Christopher smiled down at her. "That's sweet. What time?" Samantha smiled back. "Drop by at nine. I should be up and making breakfast by then." Samantha said, Christopher nodded in response. "I'll be here then." He said, waving goodbye. Samantha watched as he made his way back home.

         She couldn't help but think that her agreeing to his offer wasn't such a bad idea after all. Sure, he seemed a bit sadistic at times, although, under all that, he had a sweet side to him. And she liked that. Dominant and intimidating, yet sweet and caring, all wrapped into a tall, very attractive package. The very thought of him made her shiver now.

         Damon, her puppy, hadn't greeted her when she came in. As she was about to question why, she remembered that her best friend had taken him for a few days. She and Samantha do that from time to time. Once a month they trade off, Christiene has Damon over for a playdate with Hinto for a few days and the next month Samantha has Hinto come over to her place. How they started to do this they didn't know, but it stuck once they started.

         The house being empty and eerily silent gave Samantha the willies. Yes, granted she liked the peace of a quiet home and having alone time, but that was when Damon was the only other living soul in the home. While she sat watching TV, Sam thought about inviting Chris over, effectively shaking her head at the thought, not wanting to bother him. Plus it would be weird to ask him to come over when she already invited him over for breakfast the next morning.

         Once again, Samantha found herself going to bed early. There's not much else to do other than watch TV, play video games or read, none of which she felt like doing. Before laying down though, a shower was in order. The warm water would help ease the slight soreness she still had and it would relax her body and mind, something she definitely needed.

         Samantha undressed while the water got hot, and set a hand towel on the built in seat in the shower that was placed directly, and perfectly under the shower head. Samantha absolutely loved how her shower was built. It was big. The floor was made up of smooth stone pebbles and the walls were lined in various shades of blue swirled colored tiles. There was a nozzle that turned on other shower heads that had been placed in the ceiling to create a raining effect. The shower itself was a walk in shower with a translucent sliding glass door. The tub was located next to the shower, one of the shower walls separating the two. And the toilet was about two feet away from the shower with the sink directly next to it. The rest of the bathroom was roomy and open. The whole setup was beautiful. If Samantha wasn't relaxing in her art room, this was her other place of relaxation and serenity. This type of bathroom was any girls dream to have, big, spacious, adorned with candles here and there and decorated to her liking to bring her absolute peace.

         A sigh left her body as she let the warm water run down her skin. The feeling of the warmth sent her to her happy place, where no thoughts of anything else but happy thoughts and daydreams flowed and all her problems faded away. Nothing could bother her right now.

         When the water's heat started to deplete is when Sam decided to turn off the water and get out. By now she was fully relaxed and her eyes were heavy with sleep. After drying off Samantha exited the bathroom. A cloud of steam leaving the bathroom with her. Sam didn't even bother putting any pajamas on. In the comfort of her own home, alone. What did she need them for? To keep warm, maybe, but her home was nice and warm, the thermostat was set at a comfortable seventy eight degrees and a big warm blanket to keep her cozy. It didn't take long at all for her to fall asleep once her head hit the pillow.

         Samantha's night was filled with dreams, happy dreams. She would remember none of them most likely, as she hardly ever remembered what she dreamed about. But, nonetheless, her dreaming meant a good, restful night.

         Eight twenty five the next morning, Samantha woke up well rested, happy and, for a change, not grumpy like she normal was first thing in the morning. A rare way for her wake up. Still a nice way to take up in the least. After she stretched and used the ladies room, Samantha headed down to the kitchen to put a lot of coffee on. Remembering that Christopher would be over at nine, she made sure that she made a full twelve cups and set it to delay brewing until ten minutes before nine, that way it would be fresh when he got here. Experience told Samantha that coffee that sits longer than twenty minutes usually tastes different, almost a tad bit more bitter. At least that's what she thought anyways.

         Samantha looked in the fridge. 'What to make. What to make.' She thought as she looked. It didn't take her long to make up her mind, settling on making cinnamon French toast and cheesy eggs. For the French toast, she would need two eggs, a few dashes of cinnamon, and a bit of milk all mixed together. Not knowing how many he would want, she got six pieces of white bread. Once the eggs, cinnamon and milk were all mixed together, Samantha added a bit of cooking oil to the frying pan, and put the first piece of bread in the mix, being sure that the bread was thoroughly covered in the egg mix before placing it in the pan. The French toast didn't take long to cook at all. The scrambled cheesy eggs would take the longest to cook. Samantha washed out the pan, adding 6 eggs to it, scrambling them as they cooked.

         Just before the eggs were done the doorbell sounded, catching Samantha's attention. "It's open!" She called out instead of answering the door as she did not want to leave the eggs alone. Samantha did that once and wound up burning the food. Christopher walked into the kitchen not long after. "Smells good. What did you make?" He asked with a smile. "Cinnamon French toast and cheesy eggs, there's coffee made to." Samantha said, making them both a plate. "You're in a good mood." She commented, now setting his and her plate on the table, making herself a cup of coffee after grabbing a cup for Chris to use himself. "I'm not typically in a bad mood when I wake up since I'm used to being up early." He explained, making his coffee as well, the two of them sitting at the table.

         "So, how did you sleep?" Samantha asked him before taking a bite of her food. Chris looked up, adding syrup to his toast. "I slept well." He said. "How's your bottom?" Samantha shrugged. "It feels better. Still a little sore but I'm able to sit without it hurting too much." She explained. She took a sip of her coffee, Christopher smirked at her answer. "Maybe I wasn't thorough enough then if you already feel better." - "Not thorough enough? I'd say you did a pretty good job making sure my butt hurt." Samantha said with a laugh, Christopher laughing as well. "Fair enough."

         After breakfast, Samantha took and washed their dishes. Normally she wouldn't wash other people's dishes but he was a guest and she wanted to be a polite host. Chris sat in the living room, another cup of coffee in hand. Making himself comfortable. Samantha came soon after, taking hold of the TV remote and her Xbox controller, turning both the television and the console on. "Here." She said, handing Christopher the controller. "I have Netflix, Hulu, and YouTube on here. Pick what you wanna watch."

         Chris and Samantha watched Bones together for four episodes then Christopher had to leave. Something about a meeting he had in an hour. Samantha didn't bother to ask about it. It would be rude to be nosy. Once again, Samantha was left alone in her home. Not for long at least since Christiene was coming over and bringing Damon back home. She would flip once she heard that Samantha had spent time with Chris again. She would be ecstatic in fact. However, Samantha wasn't going to tell her about the other things that happened during her time with him. That was something her friend would have to stumble upon herself or ask about in the future. Plus Sam doubted her best friend would understand it. It was a topic that was just best left out for the time being.

         Sure enough. Christiene came over with Damon. Samantha told her friend about what all went on, that Chris invited her over for dinner and a movie and that he had come over for breakfast merely hours before she came by. And, as predicted, she went into full on fan-girl mode.

         The whole time Christiene was there that's all they, well more so, she talked about. Samantha always thought her reaction to being told good or happy or exciting news was funny. It made Christiene look like a little girl in a candy shop flipping out about the many different types of sweets and chocolates that surrounded her.

         In Samantha's mind she thought about what the next few days had in store. Little did she know that the days ahead would not only have surprises laced throughout, but the road ahead would be bumpy. No doubt they would be an adventure, not only for her but for Christopher as well. For now though, Samantha and Christiene enjoyed gossiping and playing video games. The two made plans on going out and having a girls day out at the mall tomorrow. It would be so much fun, even if they didn't plan on buying a lot, if anything.