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hell I’m letting Isa stay in that hell hole tonight alone. I guess I’ll be venturing out in this crappy weather. I’m too pissed off to call her so I just leave straight away.
    The roads are slick and haven’t been scooped of t he snow yet and it makes for a treacherous drive over. When I arrive in her neighborhood I start to get annoyed again. Damn Isa for not giving up this shitty ass apartment. I hate her being here. She’s better than this.
    I park the car and dig out my key to her place. I climb the stairs by two and try and calm my irritation. She’s definitely getting her ass paddled for this. I knock on the door and wait. There’s no answer but instead I hear her voice asking who it is. Good girl. At least she remembered what I taught her about opening the door in this place. Then I unlock the door and she looks stunned when I push the door open. 
    “Why did you knock when you have the key?” she asks.
    “I was just testing you, ” I tell her and she narrows her eyes at me.
    “I’m not a child who needs to be tested, Dylan” she replies tetchily.
    “No? You acted like a child by coming here when I told you not to.”
    Isa rolls her eyes at me. “I can’t believe you drove in this weather, Dylan.  You could’ve been in an accident.”
    “Yes, I could have, a nd it would be entirely your fault for making me come here.”
    “You didn’t have to come here. As a matter of fact, I would’ve preferred that you didn ’t,” she says petulantly.
    “I really don’t give a shit what you prefer, sweetheart. You knew damned well I didn’t want you coming here tonight and you did it anyways. Now we’re going to be stuck here tonight and probably most of tomorrow. Nice going, Isa. You know what this means, right?” I ask her as I sit on her bed.
    She looks confused and looks me up and down. “It means you’re getting your ass spanked. Now get those pants off, bare your ass to me and get over here.” 
    I motion for her to get over my knee and she suddenly looks contrite, but she doesn’t argue. She knows the drill. She slowly takes off her pants and panties and walks over to me and leans down over my knee like a good girl.
    “I just want you to know that I love you,” she whispers.
    “I love you, too. That’s why I’m doing this,” I tell her.
    And it’s true. Some people need discipline in their lives and Isa and I are two of those people.  I start with her right check and start firm but not hard, striking her ass at the crease of her thigh and cheek. She moans and whimpers with each slap and buries her face in the bed. After ten slaps, I move to the left cheek. Her ass as turned a marvelous shade of red.  When I’m done spanking her, I slip my hand in between her thighs and feel the evidence of her arousal.
    I rub her ass gently and lean down and kiss both cheeks.
    “You were a very good girl, Isa, and you took your punishment beautifully,” I tell her and help her on to the bed. Her eyes are glossy but she’s not crying. “Why do you insist on defying me?” I ask.
    She doesn’t answer right away as if she’s thinking about my question. “Because it’s who I am; a defiant girl,” she says in all honesty and I can’t argue with her.
    I know this. I know she’s defiant by nature.  It’s what attracted me to her.  God I love her and all of her defiance. There is no comparison between Erika and Isa and I should be damned to hell for even thinking there was.
    I pull the blankets up over her and kiss and hug her. She needs to be held after punishment and it’s part of what makes me love her so much; her need to be loved by me. I run my hands through her hair and coo in her ear about how beautiful she is and she purrs into my neck.  It’s only a few minutes before she falls asleep.
    I’m well on my way to falling asleep too when my phone beeps again with a new text message.  I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. Motherfucker .  It’s another message from Erika.