I is for Izzie's first caning

Well, technically, it's Izzie's first caning at the hands of Nick. Read after G and H posts. I'm giving up on making it a standalone snippet, sorry. Also, trying to fix the confusions from the previous snippets. Thank you for the thoughtful comments! 

Izzie's POV. 

Izzie is not sure how long she's been standing there, nose in the corner, naked bum on display, with a bushy fox tail sticking out of it. She shifts to the side, so she can lean against the wall. Nick won't mind. Her lower back is acting up a bit, arching more with every passing week. 

Her belly grows alright, if you ask her. It's Nick who is freaking out over her not eating enough, not gaining enough weight. She has seen pregnant women whose belly looked like a soccer ball glued to their stomach, otherwise skinny as a stick. 

None of them though were carrying an offspring of a six-foot-three tall giant, like Izzie did. The doctor predicted ten pounds at term, which is a scary number to think of. Maybe subconsciously she is trying to avoid it, the baby growing so big, which is a sick and shitty thing to do to him. Nick says that the baby will grow big regardless, sucking everything he needs out of her. So by not eating well, she's only hurting herself. Which he won't let her. Her safety and her health are the only two punishable offenses they agreed upon many spankings ago. How Nick agreed to spank her pregnant, that's a story for another day, grab your biggest bowl of popcorn first. 

Izzie can hear as Nick moves around the room. He finished his whiskey, the crystal tumbler clanked against the glass tabletop. She can't smell the cigar anymore. Second hand smoking and all, they decided that a few minutes of pure tobacco smoke once in a blue moon will do less harm than whatever she will try to beat the craving. 

"Iz, turn around." Nick calls out from the couch. He changed into his comfy grey sweatpants and a t-shirt he wears at home, no beloved belt in sight. 

He holds a long dark mahogany box, top incrusted with lighter wood in an intricate pattern. "Brilliant, isn't it? Who would ever suspect what I'm hiding in here? And it has a lock." Nick opens the lid with a flourish. "Ta-da! I went on a secret shopping spree. Do you like it?" 

Nick, who fought the longest against any implements, got his own toy chest. A fully stocked toy chest, wide enough and long enough to fit two floggers, red and black, a riding crop, three leather paddles of various shapes, gorgeous leather roses, a razor strap, a short tawse, and... a cane. Izzie notices how the whole collection is conveniently all made out of leather, her choice of material, except, obviously, the Cane. 

"Do you know what goes well with butt plugs? Caning!" Nick exclaims gleefully, like a kid in a candy store. 

"You couldn't hit me with the roses, when we played the Victorian bordello, because, and I quote, they feel too much like a cane in your hand." Izzie clearly doesn't share his sudden enthusiasm, and the plug is doing a poor job in keeping her in a submissive state. "What the fuck is going on, Nick?" 

"Wow! And, it's 'what the fuck is going on, Sir.' That would be six extra."

"Six what?.. Sir." 

"Of the best, of course." Nick digs out the cane from the box. He slides his index finger along the length, admiring it like a precious piece of art. "Didn't you hear me? Plugs and caning go together like water and chocolate." 

"You mean, milk and chocolate." 

"Whatever. Why so glum?" 

"It's a real cane, Nick. It's not a game." 

"I know. I've been practicing." He twirls his fingers in the air in a universal 'turn around, missy' gesture. He folds the tail up and tucks it under the tight top to get it out of the way. 

The soft fur touching her naked skin and the gentle tug of the plug, a combination that... that makes her wanna scream, run, come, and fall into million pieces at his feet, all at once. 

To be continued