ULTIMATE CONTROL

  An Erotic Novella Series

  DOMINATING DESTINY

  “The Peppermints”

  by

  Maggie Carpenter

  ADULT ADVISORY

  This book is for adults only, and contains scenes of spanking, graphic sex, bondage, sensory deprivation, and are fantasies only, intended for adults. This book is not for children, nor does it condone corporal punishment of children. This book also contains scenes of violence. This book does not support nonconsensual spanking or any other nonconsensual activities, sexual or otherwise.

  Published by

  Dark Secrets Press

  Formatting

  Polgarus Studio

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  I’ve always been known as fiercely independent and strong-willed, and I guess I am, but truth be told, I never really wanted to be that person. In my heart, all I ever really wanted was to be with a man into whose arms I could sink, and feel safe and protected, a man who didn’t expect me to chop the wood, or lift the hood of car and pretend that I actually knew what the hell I was looking at. I also craved a man brave enough to stand up to me if I thew a hissy fit, but along with almost everything else, that had been too much to ask.

  As I said in the opening line, I’ve always been known as fiercely independent and strong-willed. None of the men I’d met seemed to know how to handle me. Oh, sure, there were battles, but they were the wrong kinds of battles. I suppose I’m not making sense, and they’re not all to blame, I mean, after all, I wasn’t sure exactly what it was I was looking for. I just knew it, whatever it was, hadn’t been working.

  Then I met Brad Whitmore.

  Brad was a solicitor, and could debate me under the table. It was so frickin’ hot. He had been showing me signs that he was a gentle man with a kind nature, but he was confident, as in, extremely self-assured, and he didn’t get upset when I got carried away, or if I lost my temper. He’d even taken to scolding me if I went too far, and I liked it, I liked it a lot. It would make my face grow hot, and my stomach flip, and it absolutely made my toes curl.

  Through a series of rather boring circumstances, I lost the lease to my flat, and he immediately suggested I move in with him until I found something decent, not the easiest thing in the world, and I gratefully agreed.

  It was a rainy Thursday, not unusual for London in winter, and it was late in the afternoon. I’d driven Brad to his office that morning, not our normal practice, but I had something to do in that part of town and we decided I could pick him up at the end of the day and we’d have dinner out, but horror of horrors, I dozed off on the couch watching television, and as I blinked open my eyes, I cringed. The elegant hands on the carriage clock in the center of the fireplace mantle told me I was fifteen minutes late. Being late was one of my habits, a habit he didn’t appreciate.

  “Darn it,” I grumbled, jumping up and slipping on my shoes, “and the flipping rain isn’t going to help.”

  Running into the hall, I pulled my raincoat from the closet, grabbed my bag, and dashing into the garage, I hurriedly backed my car out into the rain, but as I waited to pull out into traffic, I opened the glovebox and fished out the black and white tin. Just seeing it helped to calm me. I loved my peppermints, but these weren’t just any mints, they were, Strangely Strong Peppermints, and only one company makes them, a small firm in the south of England. They’re expensive, but I didn’t care then, and I don’t now care now. Nothing compares, and I freely admit to being hooked.

  I called them my SSP’s, and never went anywhere without them. My friends teased me, but invariably, when I pulled out the telltale black and white tin, they would ask for one. SSP’s had become my trademark, and sucking on the little white disc, I drove into the street. The rain was bucketing down, and as I turned on to the main road, I found the traffic was painfully slow.

  “Shit,” I muttered, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. “Brad is not going to like this.”

  Reaching into my bag to grab my phone so I could let him know I was on my way, I let out a groan; it was still sitting on the coffee table. That was another habit. I’d leave my phone all over the place, and it drove him nuts.

  Doing my best to weave in and out of the traffic, I finally turned down the street to his office, and as I neared,

  I saw him standing under the awning of a shop that had already closed for the night. Honking as I pulled my car to the curb, I leaned across the passenger seat to open the door. Sporting an irritated look, he moved quickly across the sidewalk and jumped in next to me.

  “Hi, I’m so sorry. Would you like an SSP?” I offered, hoping it would help my cause. He looked really angry, and I couldn’t blame him. “Where should we go for dinner?”

  “No, Destiny, I do not want an SSP, and dinner? Look at me, I’m soaked, and besides, I’m in no mood to sit in a restaurant. I’m very annoyed with you. You should have been here ages ago. I’ve been trying to ring you. Where the hell have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

  “Traffic,” I lied, pulling out into the street, “and I’m sorry about my phone. I accidentally left it at home.”

  “The phone I can believe, but the traffic, quite frankly Destiny, I don’t,” he scolded, “and you’ve made me wait for the last time.”

  I winced. His tone was stern, and what did he mean, for the last time? I had an inkling of an idea. He’d recently made a threat about bending me over his knee, but I didn’t want to even think about it. At least, that’s what I told myself.

  “Do you recall what I said the last time you made me wait like this? Do you?”

  My stomach did a flip. Yikes! There it was! Of course I remembered!

  “Answer me,” Brad demanded. “Do you, or do you not remember?”

  “Oh, Brad, please,” I scoffed, trying to fluff off his question, but I was worried. Very worried.

  He had certainly sounded serious at the time, and now there was a tone to his voice I’d not heard before. A very solemn tone. A tone that said he just might carry out his threat.

  “When we get home I’m going to get out of these wet clothes, take a hot shower, and then, young lady, I’m going to spank you, and it’s going to be good and hard.”

  Suddenly I was at a complete loss for words, a rare occurrence, and as a hot flush moved up my neck and crept towards my face, a strange sensation stirred in my stomach.

  “Nothing to say for yourself?”

  “Not really,” I squeaked, reaching across him for my tin of peppermints in the glove compartment, “except that I think you’re being a bit ridiculous.”

  “Ridiculous!” he exclaimed. “Ridiculous? Destiny, ridiculous is standing in the pouring rain for twenty minutes,” he quipped, “and you’ll find out just how ridiculous I think that is when you’re over my knee getting your bare butt smacked.”

  “Brad—“

  “Don’t you Brad me, and both hands on the wheel, especially in this weather,” he said sternly. “I’ll get the bloody peppermints for you.”

  “You don’t have to snap at me!” I barked back, thinking perhaps the old adage, a good offense is the best defense, might work, but his next comment made me realize it hadn’t been the best idea I’d ever had.

  “Keep at it, Destiny. I’ll be happy to spank you harder than I’ve already planned. You certainly need it.”

  Without warning, I felt my eyes widen, and my mouth fall open.

  “Don’t look so surprised. You can be very selfish, and now it’s time to pay the piper. Here, have one of your peppermints,” he declared, popping it in my mouth. “You can suck on it while you think about how hot and stinging your bottom is about to become, and that will be, at least as hot as that mint, I can assure you.”

  But I didn’t suck on it, I bit down, and as the flavor burst on my tongue, his words rattled through my head. Was he going to do it? Was he really going to do it?

  CHAPTER TWO

  Navigating through the rain soaked streets was difficult, and I should have been grateful to be nearing home, but the closer we got to the house, the more my heart thumped. It didn’t help that Brad had abruptly stopped talking; it made the drive even more unnerving. Normally he would just rail at me for a few minutes, get the aggravation out of his system, and that would be that. His silence was as unsettling as his threat. Could he really have meant what he’d said? Was he was going to take his frustration out on my poor, defenseless, backside?

  I pulled into the garage and turned off the ignition. Without a word Brad climbed from my car and hurried inside. Grabbing the small tin of peppermints, throwing one in my mouth, I picked up my bag and briskly followed, but the moment I w as in the kitchen I stopped in my tracks; the incriminating television could be clearly heard. I grimaced. Brad would surely have figured out what I’d done the minute he’d walked in. How could I have been so stupid? Why hadn’t I turned it off?

  He was nowhere to be seen, and taking off my coat I assumed he’d gone straight up the stairs to peel off his wet things. Wandering into the living room, I turned off the television and slumped on the couch.

  “You wouldn’t really spank me, would you?” I mumbled, but even as the words had left my lips, I knew he very well could.

  Deciding to make us some tea I started for the kitchen, but an idea began floating through my head, and when I heard the sound of the shower starting up, I broke into smile. I could distract him! I’d make him forget all about his silly notion with some old-fashioned seduction, and delighted with my idea I hurried up the stairs, ran into the bedroom, and throwing my clothes carelessly on the window seat, I padded naked into the bathroom.

  “Company?” I giggled, opening the shower door.

  “Absolutely not,” he said sternly, “and I would suggest you take your sorry butt back into that bedroom and wait for me. You’re already in enough trouble, and thinking you could change my mind by coming in here and attempting to sidetrack me was not a good idea.”

  He was glaring at me, and my heart sank as he pulled the shower door out of my hands and firmly closed it. Shocked at his scolding rebuttal, lifting my robe from the hook on the back of the door, I pulled it on as I walked across the bedroom, and as I nervously sat on the edge of the bed, a shiver shuddered through my body.

  It was going to happen! It was really going to happen!

  Moments later I heard him turn off the shower, and a fresh wave of butterflies burst to life. Completely flustered I abruptly decided to beat a hasty retreat, though to where, I had no idea, but none of that mattered as I jumped to my feet and started for the door.

  “Destiny!”

  I stopped, then anxiously turned and stared. He was standing in the bathroom doorway with a thick white towel around his waist.

  “Are you ready for a well deserved, long overdue, trip across my lap?”

  “Brad, really?” I stammered, watching him walk purposefully towards me. “I get it, I do, and I won’t be late again, not ever, I swear.”

  “Nope, it’s too little, too late, Destiny. The time has come.”

  His hair was disheveled, and beads of water were trickling from his neck and shoulders making a pathway through the glistening hair on his chest. I could smell his Armani aftershave. Oh, how I loved that smell, and as I looked at him move across the room and sit on the edge of the bed, exactly where I’d been just a minute before, I felt a strange need to do whatever he said.

  “Come here please.”

  Holding my breath, my pulse racing and my legs feeling strangely trembly, I walked across the small space and stood in front of him.

  “Take off the robe.”

  It was odd, but I felt embarrassed as I slowly untied the sash at the waist, and letting the robe slip off my shoulders, I watched it puddle on the floor at my feet.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  “Like I said, I’m sorry, Brad, really I am. I know I can be a bit, uh, unreliable sometimes, but I am sorry.”

  “Don’t you think you’ve said that a few too many times?”

  “Maybe,” I mumbled, dropping my eyes.

  “I’m not going to spank you—“

  “You’re not?”

  “Let me finish,” he said firmly.

  “Sorry.”

  “I’m not going to spank you unless you ask me to.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “But, uh…”

  “You’ve got five-seconds.”

  “What happens if I don’t?”

  “Then I won’t,” he said simply.

  I stood there, naked, feeling totally self-conscious and weird, yet something was telling me I had to ask. It was crazy, but the voice inside me was pushing me, compelling me to do it.

  “Make up your mind. One, two, three—“

  “Please, Brad, will you spank me?” I asked, barely able to make my voice work.

  “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

  “Ooh, this is excruciating.”

  “One, two, three—“

  “Please, Brad will you spank me?” I repeated, and though I’d barely mumbled my request, thankfully it was enough to satisfy him.

  “I certainly will,” he said firmly. “Lay across my lap.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Even though I knew what was about to happen, even though I knew I needed to do as he’d asked, even though I knew I actually did want him to slap my butt, my feet refused to move.

  “Ooh, I can’t believe this,” I muttered. “I absolutely cannot believe it.”

  “You really don’t want keep me waiting,” he warned. “It wouldn’t be a good idea.”

  I wanted to do it, I really did, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, and I stood, frozen, staring at the white towel over his thighs.

  “Very well,” he sighed, “have it your way.”

  His hand reached out, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me over his lap, eliciting a loud squeal of surprise.

  “Did you have to do that?” I protested. “Was it absolutely necessary?”

  “Apparently,” he replied, placing his hand firmly around my waist. “I told you not to keep me waiting. What did you think was going to happen?”

  “I’m, uh, I’m not sure,” I stammered, “I, uh…,” but before I could finish my thought, a hot sting bit my bottom.

  He’d spanked me! For the first time in my life, I was being spanked. Instinctively I squirmed and threw my hand behind me, but it did little to stop him, and his palm started moving from cheek to cheek.

  “You, Destiny, are a very naughty girl,” he declared, clutching my wrist and holding it at the small of my back as he continued to smack my vulnerable backside. “You will not,” he continued, “keep me waiting again. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, yes, Brad,” I yelped, “OW, OW, please, stop!”

  “I don’t think so. Your ass will have to be much redder before that happens!”

  His hard hand continued to rise and fall, and as I kicked and writhed, he paused for a moment, to lift his leg across the backs of mine.

  “Ooh, please, Brad,” I panted, “you’re spanking me so hard.”

  “Not really, but if you continue to pull your crap, forgetting your phone, being late all the time, believe me, I’ll be happy to show you what hard is?”

  A burning humiliation was coursing through my veins, but something else happening, something I hadn’t expected; there was a deliciously warm flood between my legs. Just as the realization flashed through my brain, his hand slapped across the top of my thighs, and it hurt like hell.

  “I’ll be good, I promise,” I swore. “I will, please, stop!”

  “I believe you,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm, and much to my great relief, he rested his hand on my very sore, very hot skin.

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I let my body fall limp. I was exhausted from my exertions, but as he rubbed away the sting, I found myself hoping that he’d move his fingers between my legs. To my great joy, he did, and began exploring my glistening wetness.

  “What do we have here?” he remarked, toying inside my soaked seam. “Destiny! My goodness! It seems a sound spanking does more than make you promise to behave.”

  “Ooh, Brad, that feels so good,” I moaned, wriggling against his teasing fingers. “Please can we lay down?”

  “Absolutely, crawl off my lap and stretch out on the bed.”

  I didn’t need a second invitation, and sliding off his lap, I rolled on to my back and looked up at him expectantly.

  “Where are your peppermints?”

  “My peppermints?” I frowned, bewildered by the question. “In my top drawer.”

  I watched him rise to his feet and saunter across to my dresser, his long strides making him look like a great cat, and retrieving one of the unopened tins, he tore off cellophane and carried it back to the bed, opening it up and placing it on the bedside table.

 

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