L is for Licks and Lust

Chronologically, this story follows I is for Izzie's First Caning. Told from Izzie's POV. 

"So, how many licks, how many cane strokes max did Aldous ever give you?" 

A single question, like a tight leash, yanks Izzie out of that sweet submissive state she was already in. 

"Did you have to mention him?" she riles up. "No, no cane." 

It seems like Nick disregards her tantrum. He pulls the fox tail from underneath her top and lets it swing. 

"Lovely! Every time I mention the cane, the tail shakes." Nick bends forward and talks to the tail. "No matter what you say, darling, tonight I will cane you."

"Nicky, please, use whatever you want from that damn box, just not the cane." 

"I will allow 'Nicky' just for once, and indeed, I will use whatever pleases me from the box. And then the cane." 

Now she can feel herself how the tail shakes and brushes against the backs of her legs. 

"You're staring at that damn tail. Can you please take the plug out?" 

"I certainly can, and I will, once I'm done with the questions." He waves her off. "Back to the corner." 

Back to square one and facing the wall, Izzie  leans with the forehead on her fists. 

"Every time I mention Aldous, you clam up. You need to lay the ghost to rest, Iz." Nick follows Izzie to the corner and now talks to her back. "So today, with the help of my little lie detector," he tugs at the fox tail. "And the cane," he taps her cheeks with the cane, and she jerks away. "I will get to the bottom of it. If required, a bright red bottom with some perfectly parallel stripes. Told you, I've been practicing." 

"What do you want me to say?" 

"The truth, mostly."

"After I fell and quit dancing, I felt hollow, there was nothing left." To put her in the corner was a smart move. It felt like a confession, talking without facing him. She forgot about the jitters, the cane, and her bare bum on display. The words just poured out of her with ease. "Aldous was always there. I wanted to replace one pain with another. Once we started with the spankings, we tried everything. And I wanted him to humiliate me. It was easier to take when he called me his little rag doll, his pain slut." 

"One can safely assume that any professionally trained ballerina is, in a sense, a pain slut." The tail twitches. "What, you don't like the word slut?" 

"No, I don't." She shakes her head. 

"Blacklisted. Go on, please."

"Before Aldous, back when I danced, the pain was a necessity, part of the routine. Aldous taught me how to love the pain, to crave it. To crave the humiliation that comes with the spanking. It's different than any other muscle pain. You should try once, just for the experience."

"No, thanks. I would rather observe." Nick purses his lips. 

"Or inflict."

"Yes, or inflict, at your bidding." He confirms with a solemn nod. "The question still stands, how many strokes? What was the worse he ever gave you?" 

"Three sets of twelve."

"Please remind me," Nick pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why is Aldous still alive and at large?" 

"Because you promised me." 

"And why did I do that?" 

"Because I asked you. Nick, he's not a criminal. Yes, he's a sadist, but I consented. Besides, he's the only other person in the world that--" 

"Spanked you?" A bitter question leaves Nick's lips. 

"Understood me. Better than I understood myself." It's not all, but more than enough for one day. There are so many more things she can tell him, but not now. Right now she is relieved and ready, and wants to turn around and be with him, in any way he will decide. Her small breasts, that got so much rounder in the last two months, rise and fall as she breathes deeply.  

"On the scale of one to ten, how badly do you not want me to cane you?" Nick asks a loaded question in a low raspy voice. 

"About four." She can feel Nick somewhere right behind her.

"I can live with four. On the scale of one to ten, how badly do you want me to cane you?"

"Eleven." She blushes at her own confession and at the thought that he can see it. 

"How badly do you want to come right now?" Nick is down to a whisper. 

"Eleven." Lust, oozing with lust. 

"Same here. I would hate to come in my pants. Never happened since I was thirteen."

And then, the voice disappears. Nick moves around the room. She hears the furniture scraping the floor, the swing of the bathroom door, the creak of the towel bar. 

"As much as I want to cane your pristine white bottom, it won't do. Need to prime you first, right?"

"Yes. Can I take off the leggings?"

"You cannot. That's awfully a lot of requests for someone standing in the corner with a bare bottom. Come here."

Izzue finally turns around to face a room. She sees a massive armchair Nick put in the middle, a folded bath towel cushions both wooden armrests, swinging low in the middle like a mini hammock. The cane rests on top the towel. 

"Now, be a doll and choose a paddle. They are all leather." Nick calls to her from the couch. He is perched on the edge, legs wide open and crossed at the ankles, waiting for her. 

All three leather paddles are of a similar size. Izzie picks the heaviest one without giving it much thought and kisses it before she offers it to Nick. He helps Izzie to lie across his lap, the pregnant belly safely locked between his skinny knees. 

He usually turns her head to face him, but not today. Today he wants her to face the room. When he moves to the side all her cascading hair, she can see why. Straight in front of her is the armchair that he prepared for the caning. 

Nick wants her to look at the cane throughout her paddling. One hand rested on her cheek, the other one holds the leather paddle, pressed against the other set of cheeks, he's ready, and so is she. Izzie lifts her head just enough for her lips to catch Nick's fingers for a feather-like kiss. 

"Thank you."