Justice for Georgina, Part 5: Reckless Decisions (M/F)

WARNING: The following story includes spanking between consenting adults. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18 or if such content offends you.Georgina stared up at Marcus in surprise. There was no way she had heard him correctly. 

“Did you just say…?”

“Grounded, yes. It usually refers to being restricted from going out or using your devices for entertainment purposes, stuff like that.” Marcus smirked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were unfamiliar with the concept, my little brat.”

Georgina let out a laugh despite herself. “I’m familiar with the concept, Sir. Just…I wasn’t expecting that. I haven’t been told I was grounded since I was 15 or so. It…feels really childish, to be honest?” 

Marcus raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to answer her, but Georgina immediately realized the absurdity of her objection. 

“It’s not lost on me that I’m objecting to being grounded because I’m too old, when I just accepted a spanking,” she assured him. Marcus laughed. Coming closer to Georgina, he wrapped one arm around her waist while resting his other hand lightly on her still smarting bottom. 

“I get what you’re saying, baby girl,” he told her. “Being grounded by your boyfriend feels weird in a different way than getting a spanking.”

“Right. And I guess it’s just a little hard for me not to wonder if I’m ceding too much control?” Georgina looked at Marcus hesitantly, wondering if this would anger or annoy him. To her relief, he just nodded.

“I understand,” he assured her. “And if, after this weekend, you feel that being grounded is a hard limit for you, I won’t implement it in the future. I’ll never force you to do anything that violates that kind of boundary. But I’d like you to trust me this time. You asked for more structure and discipline, and I think you might find this implantation of discipline pretty useful.” 

Georgina bit her lip, looking up at him. He really was incredibly sexy, she thought. She so badly wanted to be a good girl for him. And the discipline had already made such a difference for her, not to mention creating a deep intimacy between them in just a few short months. There was really nothing holding her back but the same vague shame and self-doubt she sometimes felt about being a submissive and getting spanked. She was determined not to let it interfere in her relationship.  

“Ok,” she said softly. Marcus pulled her closer. 

“Good girl,” he said, kissing her on her forehead and lips before reluctantly releasing her from the embrace. “We’ll talk about the specifics after you finish studying.” He brought the desk chair that he’d put to the side during Georgina’s spanking back in front of the desk and took her hand, guiding her to sit. Georgina yelped as she felt her sore bottom hit the hard wood of the chair, suddenly remembering that she wasn’t wearing any bottoms. Planting one more kiss on the top of her head, Marcus pocketed her phone and headed out the door.

Three days later

It was a little after 5:00 p.m. on Friday, and Georgina was waiting for the elevator after work while  scrolling through her phone. Rolling her eyes at her own girlish reaction, she felt herself blush as she reread the text that Marcus had sent her about an hour ago before leaving for a Bar Association event across town.

“I’m off for the night, baby girl. Remember, I want you to head right back to my place after you finish up at the office and send me a text when you get there. No stops on the way home. I’ll expect to hear from you no later than 6:30. Get changed, order some DoorDash, and hit the books. No scrolling. I’ll be home around 9, and I’ll be quizzing you before bedtime. You can use your imagination as to what happens if you flunk the quiz. Be a good girl for me.” 

Georgina’s stomach fluttered. “Get it together,” she thought to herself, increasingly feeling irritated with both herself and with the situation. “Yes, Sir,” she nevertheless texted as she stepped into the elevator. 

Marcus’ words had made her body pulse as they always did, but she found her resistance to the discipline she’d consented to undergoing this weekend bubbling up inside her again. Marcus had given her one last opportunity to back out yesterday, and by that time she’d fully embraced the exercise, but now that she was just about to be – ugh – grounded for the weekend, she was once again wondering if she or Marcus or both of them were crazy. 

When the door opened on the ground floor, Georgina’s phone buzzed again. This time the texter was her friend Caroline, who Georgina knew was with their other friends having after work drinks at a bar a few blocks away. Even before she looked at the text, Georgina could feel herself on the verge of making a reckless decision. 

As Georgina had expected, Caroline had sent her a group photo of the girls clinking their cocktail glasses. Attached to the photo was Caroline’s text: “Reminder that you have all weekend to study.” This was followed by a text from another friend at the same table: “Youth is fleeting!” Georgina laughed as a few more messages in a similar vein appeared on her screen. 

Checking the time, Georgina calculated that it would take less than 10 minutes to walk down to the bar, and she could have one quick drink with the girls and still make it to Marcus’ no later than 6:30 if she made it quick. It was a 5-minute Uber ride there from where she was going, and he’d never even know she’d stopped anywhere between work and home. She still had every attention of being grounded this weekend – she just wanted a little buffer of normalcy first. 

Georgina picked up her pace.

***

A wave of anxiety welled up in Georgina as she opened her eyes the next morning. It took her a minute to realize that she was on the fold-out couch at Caroline’s apartment, not at home or at Marcus’. 

Marcus!

Georgina’s stomach dropped as her heart pounded. She immediately remembered what she had done last night. 

Going to the bar. Staying a little later than she planned. Ignoring Marcus’ first text, deciding she’d answer it in the Uber. Having a second drink. Losing track of time, picking up her phone again to see that it was 8 p.m. and she had another text and a missed call from him. Feeling guilty, wondering why she hadn’t just done as they’d planned. Having another drink, turning off her phone. A change of location. Coming back to Caroline’s and crashing on the couch. She was somewhat hung over now, but she barely felt the headache or the nausea in the midst of her building dread as she fished around in her handbag on the floor and pulled out her phone. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the on button and waited for it to come to life. As expected, the missed messages and calls quickly appeared. Fuck.

Marcus had sent a few more texts, starting at playful and scolding and ending with rising concern for her whereabouts and safety, and had left two voicemails. Georgina felt her eyes welling up as she listened to the final voicemail, sent around 1 a.m.

“Georgina,” said Marcus’ exhausted voice, “I’m extremely worried. This isn’t like you. Even if you’ve changed your mind. I just need to know that you’re ok.” 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Wiping away tears quickly as she practically jumped off the couch, Georgina began to gather her things and change out of the pajamas Caroline had lent her, her hands shaking all the while. 

***

Georgina knocked on Marcus’ apartment door, as loudly as she could without risking alarming the neighbors since it was only 7 a.m. on Saturday morning. She had a key, but at this moment she didn’t feel right just walking into his apartment. In yesterday’s rumpled dress and smudged eyeliner, her hair in a hastily pulled together bun atop her head, Georgina knew that she was a complete mess, but she hadn’t wanted to waste time this morning. 

The door swung open within what seemed like seconds of Georgina’s knock. She only got a quick glimpse of Marcus’ face, which looked as exhausted and drained as his voice had sounded in his message, before he pulled her into his embrace. Crushed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, Georgina felt herself relax just a bit. At least he hadn’t told her to go away, she thought.

Slowly, Marcus let go of Georgina and held her at arms’ length.

“You’re ok?” he asked. When she nodded, he looked down at her with a dark frown that cut short her moment of relief. He shook his head slowly, and the disappointment in his face made her heart clench. 

“I’m-”

“Get in here,” said Marcus tersely, standing aside to let her walk through the door. She entered uncertainly, Marcus following behind her. 

“Living room,” he told her in the same low tone. Georgina obeyed, walking down the hallway. In the living room she put down her things but didn’t sit down herself, waiting for Marcus to join her. When he did, he sat on the couch but didn’t invite her to sit with him. Instead, he motioned for her to come stand in front of him. Was he going to punish her right away? Georgina walked towards him and stood where he pointed. He sighed and sat back, crossing his arms.  

“Care to explain what happened, Georgina?”

“I’m so so sorry, Marcus!” The words tumbled out of her, and she could already the back of her eyes prickling. 

“That. Is not. An answer,” he ground out. Oh. He was even angrier than Georgina had thought.

“I made a really bad, stupid decision last night,” she tried. This time, Marcus lightly nodded, cueing her to continue. “I thought I could squeeze in a quick drink with the girls and still be here by 6:30. But-”

“But your plan to disobey the rules that I’d set for this weekend, and to lie to me about doing so, didn’t go as planned?”

Georgina winced and nodded. She had no rebuttal. That was exactly what she had planned.

“And is there a reason why you couldn’t take a moment to answer my messages and let me know that you were ok? I was really worried about you, Georgina. This is unlike you. Did your phone die? Did something happen?”

She shook her head. “I just…I felt bad as soon as I sat down with my friends at the bar. And then I was too nervous to answer your messages because I didn’t want to lie and say I was here already. But I also didn’t want to tell you that I didn’t obey your instructions because I didn’t want you to be mad. Or to think I didn’t want this.”

“Do you, Georgina? Want this? Because right now, it seems to me that you’re not so sure.”

“I do, I-” Marcus held up his hand to quiet her.

“I understand that you may have gotten nervous about the grounding thing. I gave you several chances to back out, and even if you’d texted me last night and told me you’d changed your mind I’d have been ok with that. Sure, I’d probably have been annoyed, and I’d definitely have spanked you for the last-minute change, but it wouldn’t have been a huge deal. But you didn’t do that, did you, Georgina? Instead of communicating with me, you decided not only to avoid me but to let me think something could be really wrong. Have I given you some reason to think I wouldn’t have wanted to know your whereabouts? Or that I’d be so enraged that you should be scared to talk to me?”

Georgina could feel her eyes well up for the second time that morning. “No, of course not,” she said, hanging her head. She knew he’d been worried about her, but she hadn’t even considered what her actions might have led him to infer about her perception of him.

“Look at me,” Marcus commanded sternly as he rose from the couch. She raised her head and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, and Marcus grabbed her chin in his hand, making sure that she wouldn’t drop her eyes again.

“You need to think long and hard about whether this kind of relationship is really what you want. I really like you, Georgina, in case I haven’t made that obvious. I think we really have something here, and I’d like to keep pursuing it. If domestic discipline isn’t for you after all, we can still play as friends, and I’ll even introduce you to some other tops who like to scene more casually. But when it comes to serious relationships, the discipline element is non-negotiable for me, and you know that. And when it comes to discipline, you don’t get to pick and choose which agreed-upon rules you follow and when. You don’t get to disobey whenever you feel like it. You don’t get to bend the rules and prevaricate to avoid punishment. And you certainly don’t run away because you’re not willing to communicate. I won’t put up with it. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes…Yes, Sir,” Georgina affirmed. When she’d walked into the apartment, she wasn’t sure if he’d even still want her, so she had held off from calling him Sir. But it felt appropriate now.

“You’re going to think about it,” he told her again, “and I’m going to go to the office for the day. You can stay here, get some rest, shower. And really think about what I’ve said. I’ll be back tonight around 6. If you decide that you don’t want this kind of relationship, or you don’t want it with me, I ask that you go back to your apartment and leave the key here. This is definitely not for everyone, and while I do think it’s for you, that’s something you need to determine yourself. Like I said, there won’t be any hard feelings, but I don’t want to drag it out.”

“I understand. And what if I…”

“And if you decide that you do want this, you are to be standing naked in the corner of the bedroom, holding that big scary strap that hangs in my closet, when I return.” Marcus took a step closer to her, never breaking eye contact. “Because if you do stay, Georgina Catherine, you will be so thoroughly punished that you’ll never even think to pull something like this again.” 

To be continued in Part 3