“No!”
The moment she said it, his hand came down hard on one cheek.
“Ow!” she called out, covering the spot.
“Reach back and open,” he commanded.
She gave him the briefest look over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing, but slowly, she reached back and spread herself open.
He looked down at her exposed bottom, at the pink, glistening lips of her pussy, their slickness betraying her arousal even while she resisted him.
“Wider,” he said, his voice sounding thicker.
Without a sound, she pulled her cheeks farther apart and he glimpsed her dark back hole. He smeared some of the lubricant onto his fingers and began to circle it, her body tightening up as soon as he did.
“Shh, relax. You’re not being punished, this is to help you avoid a punishment. It’s just my fingers first. We’ll go slowly,” he said. He turned circles around her bottom hole without trying to penetrate until she relaxed enough to allow the slightest entry into that tight passage and all Sawyer could think of was how hot, how tight it would feel when it took his cock. That wouldn’t be today, but soon.
“That’s it, let me in.” His finger worked and she opened to him and as he pressed deeper and moved his finger in and out of her, smearing the lubricant all around and inside her back hole, she began to move her hips, lifting up onto tiptoes, laying her cheek on the table.
“I think you’re ready,” he said, pulling his finger out and picking up the plug.
She glanced back, but kept her hips lifted. He smiled and brought the tip of the plug to her hole and slowly worked it in, taking his time as the plug widened her, coaxing her to relax. With his other hand, he reached around and once again, found her clit and when he did, her bottom relaxed even more and she moaned when he seated the plug fully inside her and her hips began to buck with orgasm while he rubbed her clit and fucked her ass with the plug. His own release would have to wait until later, until they came back home and she took up the same position for him to remove the plug.
* * *
Rebecca shifted around in her seat while Sawyer drove, glancing at her now and again. The plug had a flat base, but every time she shifted even a centimeter, she became very aware of its presence and every time she did, she thought of him, of his words. What they had learned yesterday about Shannon was troubling, to say the least. She kept thinking about that one time when the four of them, Shannon and Andy along with Jeff and herself had, in the beginning of her and Jeff’s relationship, smoked pot together. She had never done it before, it was her first and only time and, in what she clearly saw as her pattern as she looked back on her behavior, she had said yes to trying it against her better judgment. She had given in to the pressure and didn’t want to seem like a prude.
“Almost there,” Sawyer said, squeezing her knee affectionately.
“How did you meet John?” she asked.
“Through his wife, actually. She’s the sister of a friend of mine from school so we met when they first moved here. John and I have a lot in common and he’s a good guy. I like him.”
It was just a few minutes more before Sawyer parked the car in front of a large, beautiful home.
“His wife is younger than him, closer to your age and they have a pretty unique relationship.”
“Unique how?”
“I’ll tell you another time. Ready?” Sawyer asked when he parked.
Rebecca rubbed her sweaty hands together and nodded. “Yes.”
It was two rings of the doorbell before John answered the door. Rebecca watched while he threaded his belt through the loops of his pants.
“Sorry you had to wait. Had a bit of an issue to deal with,” John said, buckling the belt.
“No worries, John,” Sawyer said.
Rebecca looked on in confusion. Something was off.
“Good to see you both, come on in.”
The minute they walked in the door, she knew what it was that was off. Both she and Sawyer looked directly at the woman who stood against the wall with her jeans and panties down around her ankles, her arms clasping opposite elbows at her back holding her shirt up above her waist. Her bottom was striped a wicked red.
After Rebecca’s initial shock at the scene she stood witnessing, her glance went back first to John, then to his belt and then back to meet his eyes.
“Suzy was struggling with something we’ve been working on over the last months,” he explained as he closed the door behind them. “I’m sorry your first meeting with her will be with a view of her backside on display, Rebecca, but naughty girls get spanked and they stand in the corner with their punished bottoms on display, even if it happens to be when we have company. Those are the rules in my house.” It seemed to Rebecca that last part was said aloud more for Suzy than for herself.
The woman in the corner neither turned nor did she make a sound. She simply stood in her humiliating position while the men and Rebecca looked on.
Rebecca forced herself to swallow, her mouth too dry to speak. She looked at Sawyer and found him nodding. “I understand, John. Same rules apply in my house.”
John’s glance in Rebecca’s direction made her face flush red.
“Suzy, turn around and greet our guests,” John said.
Rebecca was sure she was just as mortified as Suzy when she turned to them while holding her arms as they were so her bottom was still exposed to say a hello. Sawyer was right, Suzy couldn’t be much older than herself.
“Nice to meet you,” Rebecca managed.
“Hello, Suzy,” Sawyer said.
“Turn back around. You’ve got half an hour and you can finish up the other half hour after dinner so our company doesn’t have to wait.”
Without a word, Suzy turned back to the wall and Sawyer took hold of Rebecca’s hand, squeezing it, forcing her to look at him. John led them directly into his study.
“What can I get you to drink?” he asked.
“Just some water,” Rebecca said, her mind still on the woman in the living room.
“I’d love a beer,” Sawyer said.
“Be right back,” John said, closing the door behind him and leaving the two alone.
“Oh, my God!” Rebecca managed, her mouth falling open. “I can’t believe what I just saw.”
“I’ve seen Suzy in the corner before. There’s one very important thing you should know before you judge it. Suzy is the one who initiated the lifestyle,” Sawyer said. “They’ve always been very open about it with me.”
“She wanted that? To be humiliated like that in front of strangers, friends?”
Sawyer tilted his head to the side. “He can be a little extreme, but I know John. Sounds like it was the final straw for him.”
“What did she do?”
The door opened then and John walked in. He set their drinks down in front of them. She blanched when he looked at her, but he merely smiled.
“You’re wondering what Suzy did to deserve that punishment, I believe?” he asked. “I’m certain you find it cruel of me.”
Sawyer answered for Rebecca when she only continued to stare. “I don’t think Rebecca is fully comfortable with what she just witnessed. I’m not even sure she realizes this is a lifestyle that some people choose, or that many women ask for.”
John nodded and took his seat behind the desk. She looked at his face, his kind face, his friendly eyes. “I know this must seem cruel to you, but Suzy set a goal for herself. It’s something she’s been working on and I’ve been trying to help her with. She’s a good person, but sometimes she can’t seem to help herself. She went over the budget she set for herself and asked me to help her with it. This one took her over a grand above her limit,” he said. “She chose her punishment and I am hoping the added embarrassment of her predicament will drive the point home. You can talk to her if you like, once she’s allowed out of the corner. One thing you should know though, Rebecca, is that I wouldn’t do this if she didn’t want it.”
“So she want
s this? She wants to stand in the corner half naked like that?”
“She wants the discipline, the corner time was my idea but she’s promised her obedience.”
“It’s like the deal we made in a way,” Sawyer said. “They have a marriage contract and part of their deal is that John disciplines his wife when she needs it.”
“Suzy was the one who introduced me to the lifestyle,” John said.
“Really?” Rebecca asked.
“Really. Why don’t you go talk to her after dinner. You can hear it right from her. For both Suzy and myself, this is our second marriage. We wouldn’t be as close as we are without this. The intimacy and trust we have for one another is completely other than what it was in my first marriage. I trust her to obey and to trust that I have her best intentions in my heart and she trusts me to hold up my end of the bargain and correct her when necessary.”
“I think I’m just in shock. I’ve never seen what I saw today before.”
“You’ve been in a similar situation yourself though,” Sawyer volunteered. “I realize our situation is different in that you did not bring it to me, but the end result is the same: we want what is best for both of you and for us, that means corporal punishment in the home. It may be new to you, but you’d be surprised at the number of people who practice it.”
“Listen, talk to Suzy during dinner. Or after dinner if you’d prefer to do it with just the two of you, but I think we should get to work,” John said before turning to Sawyer. “You shared what I told you with Rebecca?” he asked Sawyer.
Sawyer nodded. “I did.”
“Well, you can imagine the DA’s got some pressure on him now from Shannon’s father.”
“But it doesn’t change anything that she did,” Rebecca said, shifting a little in her seat.
“No, it won’t do that, that’s right, but it does mean the governor will want this scandal out of the public eye ASAP.”
“Which means what for me?” Rebecca asked.
“DA is making an offer.”
Rebecca glanced at Sawyer, her heart racing, somehow finding some relief in John’s words even though she couldn’t think why. She had done nothing wrong. Why was she finding hope in a deal?
As if Sawyer felt her own emotions, he put a hand on top of hers. “What kind of offer?” he asked.
“The boys take the bulk of the blame…”
“That’s not fair,” Rebecca interrupted.
Sawyer closed his hand tightly around hers. “Hear him out,” he said.
“You were taken advantage of, but still involved. You’ll spend one year in prison…”
“Prison?” she repeated, her eyes immediately filling with tears as she straightened in her seat.
“She’s not going to prison,” Sawyer said firmly.
“Then there’s nothing to discuss,” John said, smiling.
“What about Shannon? What happens to her?”
“Since there were drugs in her system and her name was on the lease, she is not blameless, no matter how her father or the DA try to spin it, but she wouldn’t get prison time. Probation for a year, maybe two, but that’s all.”
“It’s not fair,” Rebecca said, covering her face with her hands.
“Unfortunately, we have nothing but your word that you were not involved.”
“And the word of a couple of drug addicts that she was,” Sawyer added. “Unbelievable the DA would make a case against her with that kind of evidence.”
“Along with credit card purchases in her name,” John added, moving behind his desk and opening a folder, “her driver’s license used as ID to buy various equipment…”
“My driver’s license?” Rebecca asked, the tears stopping. “Wait a minute, when was that? I lost my license,” she shook her head, “I don’t even know how long ago. More than three months maybe.”
“Is that so?” he asked, looking again at the file.
“Had you reported it lost?” Sawyer asked.
She dropped her gaze and shook her head. “I forgot. I realized it the day you had your first appointment with me and with all the stuff happening… I just forgot.”
She looked up to meet first Sawyer’s, then John’s eyes. “Three months at least that it’s been missing?” John asked.
She nodded.
“All right, let me look into it. In the meantime, I’m turning down this offer. If there were no jail time involved, would it be something you’d consider?” he asked.
“What happens to my record?”
His look told it all. “This goes on it.”
“Then no,” she said, glancing at Sawyer. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not taking the blame for something I had nothing to do with.”
Sawyer patted her thigh. “I agree with Rebecca. She’s not taking the fall for this.”
“Let me talk to Jeff,” she said, looking more to Sawyer for permission than anything else.
But it was John to answer. “No,” John said. “Not a good idea.”
“I agree with John,” Sawyer said. “No on Jeff.”
“He can’t be agreeing to going along with this. He can’t hate me that much.”
“Rebecca,” John began. “You’re a sweet girl, and I appreciate that naiveté, but this world is not full of saints. Your ex-boyfriend is willing to throw you under a train to save his own neck. Nothing good will come out of talking to him.”
“He’s right, Rebecca. I forbid any contact with Jeff.”
At that she raised her eyebrows, then glanced at John who hadn’t flinched. She pursed her lips and sat back in her seat. “So what’s the next step?” she asked.
“Court date is set for two days from now. We’ll hear what they’ve got and hopefully have something to counter with especially now that I’ve got that detail about your driver’s license having gone missing. Anything else you can think of, the smallest details can make all the difference.”
She shook her head, again thinking of that one time she had smoked pot with Jeff, Andy, and Shannon, but choosing not to share it. “No, nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Sawyer asked. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
“No, it’s nothing.”
“All right,” John said, checking his watch and rising to his feet. “Let’s go have dinner,” he said. “Try to stay relaxed, Rebecca. Worrying isn’t going to help you.”
She inhaled and exhaled loudly as Sawyer rose to stand. “It’s easier said than done,” she said.
“I know it.”
Back in the living room, Suzy still stood at the wall. In fact, it didn’t look like she had moved an inch. “All right, Suzy. Corner time is over for now. Pull up your pants and let’s eat dinner.”
“Thank you,” she said, pulling her jeans up, turning to John and looking only at him. “I’m sorry,” she said to him.
He smiled and walked to her to take her into his arms. He held her to him and kissed the top of her head, whispering something Rebecca couldn’t make out while tucking her hair behind her ear.
Rebecca was unable to take her eyes from the couple even though she knew how intimate and private this moment was between them. She watched while Suzy sniffled once and nodded at what John said, then opened her eyes and reached up to kiss him softly. She then turned shyly to Sawyer and Rebecca.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but it was a deserved punishment. I hope it didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”
“Well, Rebecca had some questions,” John said.
“Why don’t you come help me in the kitchen and I can answer them,” Suzy offered.
Rebecca nodded and the two women walked into the kitchen. “Are you ok?” Rebecca asked.
Suzy turned to her. She was a few inches taller than Rebecca and had pretty blue eyes set wide apart and dimples that warmed her face when she smiled. “I’m more than ok,” she said. “Although my butt does still hurt!” She rubbed her bottom. “He’s got a heavy hand,” she joked. Rebecca only stared at her in disbeli
ef. “Come on,” she said, taking out a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and pouring two glasses. “Here you go.”
Rebecca took the glass and they both sipped.
“I imagine to an outsider it looks like cruel and unusual punishment, but I can tell you I’ve never felt more cared for and special than I do with John.”
Rebecca considered that and tried to compare it to her own feelings for Sawyer after a punishment. After a moment, she nodded. “I can understand that in a way. I guess I’m glad Sawyer’s not the only one who spanks!” she said, trying to lighten the mood.
Suzy’s smile widened. “He certainly is not. Come on, help me get the meal plated or we won’t eat until tomorrow!”
Dinner was more normal than Rebecca would have thought after the initial sight that greeted her when they first arrived. She found she had quite a few things in common with Suzy and quite liked the woman. She also liked what she witnessed between Suzy and John. They were very close and she’d have her hand on his, or he would have his on hers almost constantly and the flirtation between them was that of a brand new couple.
When she turned to Sawyer, she found him watching her. She smiled up at him when he held her hand under the table. After a rich meal followed by a richer dessert, they said goodbye and Sawyer drove them home.
Once home, they went inside and he locked the door behind them. “Can I take this out?” she asked, pointing to her bottom. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable.
His expression turned mischievous and he led her to the dining room, stripping her of her jacket and reaching around to undo the button on her jeans. “Sawyer,” she managed when they reached the dining room table. “We shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t take it out?” he asked, turning her to face him, kissing her as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, still kissing her.
She reached to pull his shirt over his head while he pushed her pants down over her hips. Her hands were on the buckle of his belt when he stood back to admire her. “I have good taste,” he said, talking about the white lace bra and matching panties. Just as she undid his belt, he leaned down to take one hardened nipple into his mouth over the lace of her bra.
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