by Sherri Hayes
“Thanks for driving it here,” Stephan said, taking the keys.
“No problem at all.” The man took a quick look around. “If you need anything else, you know where to find us.” Then the man turned on his heel and jogged over to the pickup truck and hoisted himself into the passenger seat.
We stood there watching until the truck was no longer visible. As soon as they were gone, Stephan handed me the keys. “Let’s see how much you remember.”
Now?
I felt my eyes go wide.
Before I knew it, I was in his arms and he was resting his forehead against mine. “It will be here in the yard. No other cars and nothing but a few trees to maneuver around.”
“You’ll be in the car with me?” I knew it was only the yard, but I was nervous. It had been almost six years since I’d driven a vehicle.
“Of course.”
I nodded and he placed the keys in my hand. The metal was warm, and I could feel the ridges press into my skin. This was really happening.
Stephan led me to the driver’s side and opened the door. When I didn’t move to get in, he raised his eyebrows in question.
Pressing my lips together, I forced my feet to move. Stephan would be right beside me. I could do this. It was just a quick drive around the yard.
Once I was in, he closed the door and walked around the vehicle to get in on the passenger side. He clicked his seatbelt in place, and then turned to face me. “The adjustment for the seat is on the side. Marco has longer legs than you do.”
Right. Adjust the seat. I remembered that.
Sort of.
It took a few moments to get it to where I could reach both the steering wheel and the gas pedal without having to stretch, but eventually I got it. Then, I put the key into the ignition and started the car. The sound of it starting, although it was much quieter than the one I’d driven in high school, caused me to jerk.
Stephan placed a hand over mine. “Breathe, Brianna. You’re doing fine.”
I took a breath in and then slowly let it out several times. While it helped, I still felt as if I were balancing on the edge of a tightrope.
“Drive toward the trees over there. I set up a little obstacle course for you.”
When I didn’t move, he said my name again and I met his gaze. He didn’t say anything else, just sat there, breathing with me, until I was ready.
As I eased off the brake for the first time and felt the car lurch forward, I had a surge of anxiety and slammed on the brakes again. He didn’t comment, just waited, and after a few moments I tried again. This time I was ready for the movement of the car.
The car rolled a few feet, and then I had to give it some gas. My first attempt at that caused the vehicle to jerk forward and I let out a little squeal.
“It’s all right. Just don’t press so hard next time. You’re doing good.”
I tried again and did much better that time. After a few minutes, I began to relax a little. Things were coming back to me. I drove through the obstacle course Stephan had set up before heading back toward the house.
All the air seemed to leave my body as soon as I put the car in park and turned off the engine. I’d been so tense trying to make sure I did what I was supposed to do, and now that it was over all that tension dissipated.
Stephan came around to the driver’s side, opened the door, and then practically lifted me out of the vehicle. He held me close and kissed the top of my head as I stood there clinging to his shirt. I’d driven a car again. Granted, it wasn’t on the road, but I’d still driven.
I looked up at him and his mouth came down to meet mine. The kiss lingered and I threaded my fingers through his hair. It was only when he pressed me up against the car that I remembered where we were.
Even that thought soon faded away when he popped the button on my shorts and snaked his hand inside. I moaned as his fingers zeroed in on my clit. He deepened the kiss, trapping me between his body and the car while he pleasured me.
With his free hand, he lowered my top and the cup of my bra. His mouth abandoned mine and latched onto my nipple. I felt my interior muscles clench as the sensations continued to build.
He released my nipple and recaptured my lips with his. At the same time, he shifted his hand so his fingers could enter me and the heel of his hand could still rub my clit in the most delicious way. I felt surrounded. Claimed.
His mouth moved to my neck and he began to lick and suck and scrape his teeth along my skin. It did crazy things to me and he knew it. He knew how to play my body.
“Come for me.”
With permission granted, I let myself go. Seconds later, my climax hit me.
The rest of the day flew by and before I knew it, I was curled up on his lap. Last night we’d continued talking about Logan and Lily’s upcoming wedding and what that would mean for me. He agreed with Dr. Katlin that it would be good to think of scenarios I may have to deal with so I could figure out ahead of time how best to deal with them.
That, however, was easier said than done. I’d never been to a wedding before.
Stephan said he’d help me since he’d been to several weddings. He also thought it was a good idea for us to watch some movies about weddings. I didn’t quite understand the reasoning behind that, but he said Hollywood tended to come up with the worst possible situations to create drama. If we could prepare for the worst, then the reality would be easier.
As I sat there with his arms holding me, I thought about all the things I’d written in my journal and waited to see which he’d bring up. Sometimes it took us all week to talk about my session with Dr. Katlin as he tried to only tackle one topic at a time, so as not to overwhelm me. Unlike my therapist, Stephan tended to push me to get to the heart of the matter.
To my surprise, he asked me about today. “How did it feel to drive again?”
“Scary.” I traced the neckline of his shirt with my finger. Since he’d stopped working at the foundation, he didn’t always wear button down shirts. “I was afraid I was going to hit something.”
He combed his fingers through my hair, sending little tingles down my spine. “It will get easier with practice. I remember when I first learned to drive. I think I almost gave Richard a heart attack.”
I’d forgotten that he’d been living with his aunt and uncle by that time. “Was he the one who taught you to drive?”
“For the most part, yes. Although Diane took me out several times, as well.”
Then I voiced the fear that had been going through my head since I’d finished my driving adventure earlier that day. “What if I can’t get comfortable enough to drive on a road again?”
He kissed the top of my head. “One step at a time. Today was a good first step, but it was only the beginning. You’ll keep working at it and see how you do. There’s no hurry.”
I nodded.
We sat there for a few minutes and I listened to his heartbeat. It was strong and steady, just like Stephan.
Stephan
I never knew what would come out of Brianna’s therapy sessions. Sometimes they spent the entire hour discussing one topic. On other days, they’d talk about a half dozen different things. It was those latter times that took a while to unpack.
This week fell into that category. They’d discussed Lily and Logan’s upcoming wedding, of course, but they’d also talked about her need to have everything perfect, her desire to go back to school versus her fear of being around people, and then some other issue she’d been extremely vague about in her journal entry. All it said was that she was curious about something, but her fear was stopping her. Given Brianna’s history and her reaction to things, it could be any number of items or experiences.
“You mentioned in your journal that you were curious about something but were afraid. What were you curious about?”
She didn’t answer right away, and I felt her body tense. “Spanking.”
“I thought you and Lily talked about Logan spanking her. Did you have more questions
?”
“No.” She tucked her head down, so I knew there was more.
I placed my fingers under her chin and forced her to meet my gaze. Raising an eyebrow, I waited for her to answer my unspoken question.
“Lily said she likes to be spanked.”
“Yes, she does.” Lily loved impact play, whether it was spanking, flogging, or a host of other instruments. She wasn’t crazy about canes, but that was the only thing so far that Logan had found she didn’t like.
Brianna averted her eyes and I increased my pressure on her chin to bring her eyes back to meet mine. “I . . . I was curious how it felt. Being spanked.”
I sat there for a moment studying her face. In the four years we’d been together, Brianna had never once indicated she had an interest in being spanked and I wondered what had brought it on. “You were never spanked when you were with Ian?”
Even now his name made her cringe. It was impossible not to bring him up when talking about anything sexual since her only sexual experiences before me were at his or his friend's hands. But that didn’t make these conversations any easier.
“Yes.” She pressed her lips together before continuing. “But Lily says it’s different. Punishment spanking and play spanking. That it feels different.”
“And you want to know how play spanking feels.” Several different scenarios went through my mind. Introducing anything new to Brianna was always a challenge. Even when it was something she said she wanted.
We’d come a long way, however, and I’d learned what tended to work and what didn’t.
I released her chin and dropped my hands to the side. “Stand.”
She quickly removed herself from my lap and stood beside my chair. I got up, took hold of her hand, and led her to the bedroom. This would be much easier in the playroom upstairs, but she hadn’t been in there yet. I wasn’t even going to set it up, but she’d said she wanted me to do so.
“Remove your clothes.” I left her in the middle of the room to strip as I repositioned the full-length mirror where I wanted it.
When I returned to stand in front of her, she was clutching her arms around her waist. I cupped the side of her face and rubbed my thumb against her cheek. “I will take care of you.”
“I know, Sir.”
Knowing things would go better if I got her aroused a little first, I slid my hand into her hair, gathered it in my fist, and tilted her head to the side so I could have access to her neck. Nothing sent Brianna’s pulse soaring faster than when I paid attention to her neck. She was so sensitive there.
As I nibbled right below her ear, I felt her begin to relax. I cupped her ass with my free hand and massaged her cheek as I pressed her hips against my groin so she could feel my erection. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, lost in the sensations.
Normally, I’d allow her to fall into bliss, but if we were going to try spanking, even on the most rudimentary level, I needed her eyes open. I needed to make sure she was in the here and now. “Eyes open, Brianna.”
Her eyes fluttered open to focus on me and I could see just how turned on she was.
I tightened my grip on her hair, knowing it was sending little bites of pain to her scalp, and then I gave her backside a light smack.
Brianna sucked in a breath.
Keeping my focus on her, I did it again.
Her reaction this time was much the same, but I also noticed her pulse had picked up. Not in a way that made me think she was frightened, either.
I landed one more smack to her bottom before releasing my hold on her hair. “Look in the mirror.”
She did as instructed.
Once her eyes were on us in the mirror, I placed both hands on her ass cheeks and began roughly massaging them. “Do you feel the difference? This one.” I squeezed the one I’d given attention. “is more sensitive now. “
Her gaze was transfixed on what my hands were doing to her ass. The good thing was that I didn’t sense any panic from her.
Knowing she was watching, I spanked her right cheek this time.
She tensed up a moment before my hand made contact.
“Relax. Look at me, not at what I’m doing.”
Her gaze lifted.
Confident she was watching me and not my hands, I tried again. This time, I got the reaction I wanted.
Not giving her time to think about it, I gave her two more swats in quick succession. Her eyes grew wide and her breathing became more labored. I knew from experience what that meant. If I touched her right now, she would be wet and ready for me.
My erection was straining in my pants, and I didn’t want to push things too far on our first try, so I decided it was time to address other things. “Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bed.”
She blinked twice, and then did as she was told, her blush pink ass staring me in the face. It was a beautiful sight.
Without pretense, I discarded my clothes and stepped up behind her. My hands went directly to her backside. The urge to spank her more was there, but I resisted. She wasn’t ready and I wanted tonight to end on a positive note.
With that in mind, I slid my right hand between her legs and confirmed what I’d already known. She was wet.
I took a few moments to explore with my fingers, dipping them inside her pussy and circling her clit. Her legs fell open a little more at my ministrations, which only made me smile.
“Are you ready for me, pet?”
“Yes, Sir—” That was all she was able to get out before I was pushing into her.
I wasn’t gentle as I drove my cock into her. She held tight to the sheets as I thrust to keep herself from falling forward. My fingers dug into her hips to hold her steady and right where I wanted her. It never got old being inside her.
The best part was that with the mirror positioned where it was, I was able to get a glimpse of her breasts bouncing with our movements. Between that and having her pink ass right in front of me, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
As I felt my climax approaching, I repositioned one of my hands so that my finger was pressing against her clit. Every thrust had her grinding against it and sending her closer and closer to her own release.
“Come!”
Moments later, her interior muscles contracted around me, and a high-pitched squeal came from deep in her throat.
Feeling her orgasm take her dissolved the last of my control. I let go, shooting my cum into her.
Circling my arm around her stomach, I brought us down on the bed on our sides. I remained inside her, not ready to lose the connection.
She placed her arm over mine and I laced our fingers together as our breathing returned to normal. I placed a kiss on the back of her head. “How does your backside feel?”
Brianna hummed. “Warm.”
I chuckled. “Did tonight help you to understand why Lily likes to be spanked?”
“Yes.”
I saw her brow wrinkle and I knew she was thinking. I waited.
“I didn’t think I’d like it.” She paused. “I shouldn’t like it.”
I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look down at her. “Why shouldn’t you like it?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Rolling her over, I felt myself slip out of her. It was a small price to pay so I could look her square in the eye. “Remember what I told you. Nothing we do together that we both enjoy is wrong. I love you and you love me. That’s all that matters.”
Chapter 8
Brianna
The sound of rain hitting the windows greeted me as I woke up the next morning. As the drowsiness cleared from my brain, I could also hear the ceiling fan above the bed and Stephan’s soft snoring.
I opened my eyes and rolled over. As if drawn by some unknown force, my gaze locked onto the freestanding full-length mirror and the night before rushed back to me. Me standing there, my naked body pressed up against his clothed one, and his hand making contact with my flesh.
At the time, it stung
, but I didn’t feel anything this morning. No pain or soreness.
The last time Ian had spanked me was two days before I’d met Stephan. He’d used his hand along with a round paddle and had hit me on my butt and thighs. I could still remember how much it had hurt every time he’d slammed the paddle down with enough force to move the bench I was tied to by an inch or so. It had left bruises. Bruises that Stephan had seen when he’d examined me that day in Ian’s office.
Because of what happened to me, I shouldn’t have liked what Stephan had done last night, but at the time it had been much like when he pinched my nipples or pulled my hair. I couldn’t explain it other than knowing that I’d liked it.
But I knew spanking wasn’t always like that and for some reason I couldn’t get that out of my head.
A hand touched my arm and I jerked.
“Brianna? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Stephan looked worried.
I took a couple deep breaths and waited until my heart slowed to a more normal rhythm. “I was thinking about last night.”
Stephan sat up, resting his back against the headboard, and pulled me against him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand up and down my arm. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
As usual, Stephan could read me well. “I was thinking about last night . . . and about the last time Ian spanked me.”
His hand moved to my hair and he began to pet me in a soothing motion. There were times like this when I wondered if he did it more for him or for me. “Did me spanking you bring up memories? You didn’t seem to have any flashbacks last night.”
“No, I didn’t have a flashback.” I thought about how best to explain it. “I was . . . comparing.”
Stephan’s hand stilled on my hair for a moment before resuming its motion. “Comparing?”
I nodded. “Ian liked to use other things besides his hand, but he used his hand at first that last time.”
We’d talked about my life with Ian a lot. He knew Ian used to hit me, along with many other things. If there was a way to use, abuse, or torture someone, there was a good chance it had been done to me at Ian’s hands or with his approval.
