Hello everyone this is my first story and i was very nervous while posting it. I hope you like it. Your comments are welcome 😊

* Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes in the text - I used google translate and my limited knowledge of the English.

What? What is this? - I thought when I parked in front of my boyfriend's house at 18:00 h and received a text from him "Honey, I'm in the exam room. Come straight here when you're home.' Why does David want me in his medical office? Even though we've only been together for a few months, he's well aware of my panicked dread of doctor's offices and medical exams. I didn't think too much because it was Friday night after all, after a terribly long and stressful week. We had planned a weekend of movie marathons and just enjoying our time together. Oh how I needed this!

I walked into the exam room and was instantly creeped out by the pungent smell of disinfectant and the ominous looking green padded gynecology chair. David was near one of the walls of various cabinets, pulling out some items on a metal tray. As soon as he saw me, he came to me and hugged me. He gently put his arms around my shoulders and rubbed them and gave me a long sweet kiss.

- Mmm, I missed that, princess. I missed YOU terribly all day!

- Ooh, anyone feeling very sentimental today? - I teased him - I missed you too. It feels good to finally be in your arms. I thought you didn't have any late appointments with patients tonight and that you would be done at that time. – I looked at him, he was wearing his white lab coat and green scrubs underneath. – Are you preparing for an examination?

- Yes, look, I haven't forgotten about our plans. I only have one more appointment and then we'll settle down on the couch with popcorn, I promise.

- Ok, I'll wait for you upstairs in the dining room. Is your patient's case serious?

- I don't know yet, baby.

- How so? Don't know your patient yet? - I was surprised. Dave rarely took on new cases, because even though he worked both at the city hospital and in his private practice at home, he had too many patients and even their routine check-ups consumed all of his time.

- Ooh, I know her. You are my patient.

- Whaaaaat?! - I almost screamed - are you joking? Dave, this is not funny!

- It's not fun for me either, my love. Hear me out before you freak out, please. I've noticed that you've been hunched over for a few days, it's hard for you to stand for long, you often put your hand in the lower part of your belly when you think I'm not looking at you. Climbing the stairs is difficult for…

- Stop, stop now... I don't want to listen anymore - I cut him off sharply - I feel where this is going. And you know what - I don't like it! I'm fine, I promise. I'm just too stressed, I'll take a few painkillers and I'll be fine.

- So, do you think this is a solution? Really? And, yes, I noticed that my Ibuprofen supply was drastically decreasing, you thought I wouldn't notice?

- I'll give you back the damn pills! - I shouted and started to leave the room. Dave gave me a rather puzzled look and then a scowl as I added "Either you're coming to the house with me for our punk movie or you're just forgetting about me tonight, but either way I'm getting out of this room right now!"

For a very, very short period of time, all I could hear in the room was the frantic pounding of my heart—I was so angry—and the click of my heels as I headed for the door. I was about to press the doorknob when David said in a low, menacing and very even tone: - Valeria. Stop it.

Did I mention earlier that my heart rate was very fast? Well, scratch that. Just now, when I heard those last two words, I instantly anchored and my heart was going to jump out, I swear. Despite our relatively short relationship, I knew this timbre, this specific one. I had heard it several times before - 1) once when I was busy at work and didn't answer his calls, for several hours, and he got worried, 2) when I arrived in another city on a business trip and neglected to call him and tell him that everything is ok and 3) when I got a ticket for running a red light because I was in a hurry for a business meeting. You'll think "no big deal, be happy he cares about you" - well, me and my bottom were not happy. After each of these events, I got a solid dose of scolding for how irresponsible I was being. And after the lecture I was ordered to lift my dress up, remove my panties to my knees and stand facing the table, leaning forward on the table, with my bottom exposed. You guess about the sequel, right?

It is understood, the first time I stood as if paralyzed and could not believe my ears - is there a man, somewhere, with whom I have been dating since that day, dares to speak to me in this way?! What does he think he is?! However, before I started the scandal, before I knew it I found myself turned with my back to him and a sharp slap followed on my unsuspecting bottom. It wasn't just a slap. Several – When I say. SMACK. That I want you. SMACK. To do something. SMACK. You are SMACK doing it. SMACK. Right now. SMACK SMACK SMACK Is SMACK that SMACK clear SMACK ?!

Good thing he's only used his hand so far and he's just threatening to use my hairbrush next time. Of course it makes me cry in pain and humiliation, and the spanking continues until he decides to stop, regardless of my cries and pleas. Then? Then he lets me stand up, hugs me until I calm down, and insists that I promise to be a good girl...

You will ask me how, nowadays, I tolerate such an attitude - we are civilized and reasonable people, aren't we? And why am I still with David when he treats me so badly? I don't know what to say to you, really. In fact, the rest of the time he is extremely kind, caring, gallant and treats me like a princess. Did I mention he's damn handsome and sexy? I have to admit that I definitely had a lot of guilt in those cases. And as much as I don't want to say it – even though I strongly dislike his unorthodox ways, I've never thought about repeating those mistakes again. And if I were to seriously dig into my soul, I would have to admit something else - whether it was because I hold a leadership position in a large company, whether it was because I needed to release the tension and hand over control to someone else, or because I subconsciously liked it - I don't know - but that balled-up part of my soul liked to submit to this powerful man. Call me crazy, but I could feel myself falling in love.

I didn't have much time for thoughts and memories before I heard the same serious, commanding and quiet voice: Valeria! Turn around and come back here! – Wow! He called me Valeria – by my full name, twice. Now he doesn't use the usual and sweet Val. I guess I messed up a lot this time, huh?

Should I leave, but that would mean breaking up, and... I'm not ready for that. If I stay - is my bottom ready? The dilemma was solved by my legs when I felt myself already walking back towards David…

To be continued...