Corbin's Bend Season Two

by Livia Grant

  “Um, yes?” She tried to act normal, but her mouth had gone dry, and her brain felt fuzzy.

  “It’s Wednesday, and Teri is out front waiting for you. Go take her order, and after you make it, take your lunch. You look like you could use the break anyway.”

  Laney sighed in relief. Teri Simms was one of their regular customers and the first friend Laney had made in Corbin’s Bend. She and Ginger had been so busy with the restaurant at first that there had been no time for socializing, or making friends with their new neighbors. Especially after Ginger had a miscarriage. Laney had been handling things all alone for a while afterwards. But Teri had been there at least twice a week, sometimes with her friend, and sometimes with her husband Roy. Teri was a bonified sushi addict who had moved from the city when she and her husband had gained custody of her nephew after the death of Teri’s twin sister Melinda and her husband, who had lived in Corbin’s Bend. Teri had been so ecstatic to see a sushi place in Corbin’s Bend, she had been there almost daily in the beginning, determined to try out everything on the menu, and with their mutual love for sushi, she and Laney had become fast friends. Now they had a standing sushi date every Wednesday on Laney’s lunch break.

  Grateful for a reprieve from her cousin’s questioning gaze, she hurried out to the counter to greet her friend.

  “Hey, Teri, what can I get for you today?” Laney could feel that her face was still flushed, but she hoped her friend would assume that it was from working in the heat of the kitchen and not ask any questions.

  Teri laughed easily. “Well, I was planning to get the Naughty Girl Roll, and an Orgasm Roll, but the way my day is going, I’m wondering if I shouldn’t switch to the Watch Your Mouth Roll, and top it off with the That’s Gonna Sting Roll.”

  “Wow, that bad?” Laney smiled. The outrageous spanking related names she had chosen made The Ginger Paddle the funnest sushi bar she had ever worked at. It made work just a little bit less work-like and certainly started some interesting conversations when people themed their orders around their lives, as most of them often did. “I can’t wait to hear all about it,” she told her friend. “In the meantime, how about we mix it up a bit, and get you a That’s Gonna Sting, along with an Orgasm Roll, and hope you get a little pleasure with your pain?”

  “That sounds perfect! What are you going to have? The usual?”

  “Uh, yeah, probably,” Laney muttered, feeling the color creep into her cheeks once more. Her usual was a Fantasy Roll and an HOH Roll, and seemed more than appropriate for her current situation, besides being her favorite two on the menu.

  Her heart pounded in her chest at the reminder, and she turned away quickly, hoping Teri would not see the pain and embarrassment she knew was etched on her face. Surely the time it took to make four rolls would be just enough to get her face and her emotions under control to enjoy her time with her friend.

  The fantasies were getting out of control if she was having them at work, and she feared she was becoming desperate. Not wanting to be seen as some desperate, sad twit, and knowing with certainty that her mystery man hadn’t made his way to Corbin’s Bend yet, Lannea vowed to stop waiting for Mr. Right to come along, and focus on herself for the time being. Transferring the rolls to the signature paddle shaped serving tray, she added a generous serving of their house pickled ginger and a dollop of wasabi to each, and feeling one hundred percent better about her new plan, made her way out to the dining area.

  Chapter Two

  Josiah was wrought with unexpected emotions as he unlocked the door to his new home and stepped over the threshold. He couldn’t believe he was here, nor could he believe such a perfect place existed, and that Bishop Miller had had the right contacts to get him in and settled as fast as he had. When that man was on a mission, he could move!

  Within a few days’ time of his initial meeting with Bishop Miller, he had been on the phone to Brent Carmichael, the head of the housing board for Corbin’s Bend, for an application interview. Bishop Miller had apparently gone to seminary with the pastor of a non-denominational Christian Church in the community, and because of his unique situation and the bishop’s connections, Josiah had been able to rush through the application process. A week after his phone interview, Brent had invited him up for a tour and a more in depth interview with the rest of the housing board, and by the end of the day, Josiah had known that he had found his new home.

  Corbin’s Bend was a picturesque community nestled in the Colorado Rockies where all the residents had a predilection for spanking and domestic discipline. It was like a dream come true. Not only were they okay with it, it was basically a requirement for residency there that you either be in a spanking relationship, or open to one. As Brent Carmichael had assured him, there were plenty of singles in Corbin’s Bend, he would not be the only one. After the application interview, which had gone very well, the rest of the pieces had fallen into place perfectly, one after another until Josiah had no doubt that this was where he was meant to be.

  He had loved the small tight knit community from the moment he set eyes on it, and in many ways it had reminded him of home. The spanking aspect being a big part of that, of course. The added plus was that it was far enough away from Green Valley to be a true fresh start without being too terribly far. It was a good eight-hour drive, which to Josiah seemed like a perfect distance. He could easily make it in a day, as could his family, but it was far enough away to discourage random unexpected visits.

  Taking off his motorcycle helmet, he walked around the bare rooms taking it all in. He had gotten a smaller unit with a loft upstairs that was a combo bedroom/office area. It wasn’t great for privacy, as it was open to the downstairs, but he had a wonderful view of the mountains, and an extra small bedroom downstairs he could use if privacy became an issue.

  Feeling as excited as a child on Christmas, he took the stairs two at a time, sighing contentedly when he reached the top. Crossing to the window in two long strides, he gazed out the window again. He had actually missed the view the past two weeks. Funny how easily Corbin’s Bend had come to feel like home to him more than Green Valley did, and he hadn’t even unpacked the moving truck yet! Heck, he hadn’t even gotten the moving truck here yet. His brother Hiram, and Hiram’s wife Sophia had agreed to drive it up for him, so he could ride his motorcycle up. With baby Auggie traveling with them, they had had to stop more often than Josiah and they were a good thirty minutes behind him.

  It didn’t matter, there would be time enough to get unpacked and settled as he didn’t start his new job on the Boulder Police Force until Monday. That was just another detail that had fallen into place. Corbin’s Bend didn’t have their own police force, but they did have cops in the community who were employed by the Boulder Police Department, whose main job was to patrol Corbin’s Bend. There were currently three, and as Brent explained, they had been openly looking for a fourth. Josiah had gotten to meet one of the men already, Officer Tate Leano, and while he had been a bit rough around the edges, Josiah had liked him and was looking forward to getting to know him as well as all the others he had met so far.

  Josiah walked around his new home, openly exploring and getting a feel for the place. It was most definitely bigger and nicer than his studio apartment he had in Green Valley. He was going to have to plan a trip to Boulder in the following weeks to get a few things for sure.

  Entering the open kitchen, a great room Brent had called it as it wasn’t sectioned off from the living room, he spotted a large basket on the kitchen counter.

  Walking up to it, he plucked a card off the top. It was navy blue with the Corbin’s Bend logo on it, and said ‘Welcome’ in large block letters. He tossed it aside and peered at the contents of the basket. There was a bottle of wine, which he plucked out first thing. It was bottled locally he noticed, setting it on the counter and withdrawing his Swiss Army knife from his pocket. Thank goodness somebody had had the foresight to include a corkscrew on these things he thought, opening the bottle and inhali
ng the heady fruit scent. He set it on the counter to breathe. Maybe he would get Hiram to share a toast with him before he and Sophia headed out for the night.

  He continued pawing through the basket pulling out random items, some maps of Corbin’s Bend and Boulder that would come in handy, a few smaller jars of local specialty jams and jellies, and many brochures boasting coupons for local businesses. It wasn’t the sort of thing that would normally be of interest to him, but he was bored, and this was a fresh start for him. He might as well know what was what in his new area. He tossed a coupon for a free car wash, as he didn’t have a car, just his motorcycle, and he didn’t trust anyone but himself to wash his baby. He did the same with the coupon for a hair salon. He preferred a barber shop over some foo-foo smelly ladies den. There was a card for Auntie Q’s antiques that boasted having an ‘extensive collection of antique and unique spanking implements’. He shook his head at that, amused, and tossed it with the others.

  Finding a smattering of restaurant brochures, he leaned against the counter to peruse them. As a bachelor, he knew these were the places he would frequent the most. Josiah loved food, and he was also a decent cook, but cooking for one wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t something he did very often. Green Valley had boasted a café and a burger joint, and while the food had been good and cheap, it wasn’t exactly gourmet fare. The restaurants here were something Brent had raved about, and though there weren’t many, Josiah looked forward to trying each and every one of them.

  It looked as if there was a pretty good selection, a few Mexican restaurants, Italian, Indian, a pizza joint, a bakery and a sushi bar. The sushi menu caught his eye— there was a big coupon on the front for a free Corbin’s Bend Roll with any purchase. Seemed like a pretty good deal he thought, opening the colorful take-out menu. Sushi was not something he had ever tried, but he had always wanted to. The names of the rolls caught his eye and he laughed out loud at some of them. They were almost all spanking and discipline related names, and all very clever. He made a mental note to make The Ginger Paddle one of his first stops. He could already tell that the place had character.

  With the menu still in his hand, he turned back to the basket. There was one item left and with everything else out, he could now see that the large handled wooden board was not a cheese board or a cutting board as he had originally thought.

  With a smile, he pulled it out and turned it over in his hands with an amused smile. No, it was certainly not a cheese board. It was a spanking paddle, and an incredibly well-crafted one at that. He ran his hands over the engraved Corbin’s Bend logo, marveling at the unique craftsmanship. It seemed a little premature a gift at this point, but he knew it was a standard addition to the basket. Actually, he thought ironically, it was probably the other way around. This was obviously the centerpiece of the basket, and everything else was an addition. The paddle was a golden color, and he could tell it was maple. It was about a foot long, and maybe four inches wide, and he guessed just shy of an inch in thickness. Holding it in his hand, he gave it a swing, smiling as it caught air. Someday, he would have a reason to try it out for real.

  That was why he was here in Corbin’s Bend after all. It was a whole community of like-minded people who believed in an old-fashioned domestic discipline lifestyle, an idea that went against the norm in today’s society. Here he would step out on his own and make his life, and hopefully, someday soon, because God knows he wasn’t getting any younger, find the woman he was meant to spend the rest of his life with. One woman. Not two, or three or five. Just one. Ideally, he would find her here, in Corbin’s Bend.

  Paddle still in hand, he leaned up against the counter. As terrified as he was, he was also so incredibly happy to be here. It felt like he was on the brink of reaching his dreams, first and foremost the dream of a wife and a family. For the first time ever, he was allowed to think about what he wanted in a woman, and know that it actually was up to him, and no-one else, to find her.

  He hadn’t even realized until this moment how badly he wanted that. He had always been afraid to think about it, afraid to dream, and certainly to chase his dreams. To do so, would have gone against everything. But now, he was here, and he could do that. He could do whatever he wanted without fear of recrimination.

  The paddle felt good in his hand. It was funny how something as trivial as an engraved piece of wood could invoke the feelings he was having. He turned it over in his hands, almost reverently. To him it was a symbol of everything he hoped for that he had held back going after for so long. Someday, maybe soon, he would find a woman to call his own. And someday she would do something, and he would have to spank her. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry at the thought. He found himself full of longing for that moment. He chewed his bottom lip anxiously as a picture he had tried so hard to keep at bay popped into his mind.

  A woman standing naked in a corner of the room. Himself sitting on the bed behind her, watching, and waiting. Her hair would be wet from the shower he had told her to take, and her skin would glow with moisture. Every so often, an errant drop would escape from her hair and run down her back, and she would give a delicious little shiver. He wouldn’t be able to help himself. He would walk up behind her and whisper in her ear. He would tell her what a naughty girl she was, and remind her that naughty girls got long hard spankings. He would watch as her body reacted to his words, and he would know that he had made her wet. He would kiss her neck ever so lightly and give her bottom a soft squeeze, just a preview of what was to come. Then he would make his way back to the bed and call her over to him. Her legs would shake ever so slightly as she took the short walk over to stand in front of him. He wouldn’t say anything. She knew what was coming at she knew why. They had already talked, and he had already forgiven her. This was all that was left to do. He would take her hand and quickly pull her over his lap. His slacks would dampen from her still wet body as she lay helpless across his knees, waiting for her punishment to begin. There wouldn’t be much of a wait. His cock would already be hard and stirring with need at the sight of her naked upturned bottom, and he would be itching to get through the spanking and on to the aftercare that would follow. He would draw his hand back and bring it down hard against her creamy white fleshy cheeks, watching the skin darken under his hand. He would spare no mercy, giving her a thorough working over under his hand, striking the soft globes over and over, up and down, in no particular rhythm or pattern, until her bottom was dark pink in color and hot to the touch. She would squirm and cry out, but he would not stop. She would throw her hands back to cover herself, hoping for at least a pause, but he would simply catch them in his own and pin them behind her back, continuing on his mission. Finally, when she thought she could stand no more, he would pause and rub her aching bottom, marveling at the heat radiating from her skin. Her body would relax at his soft touch, and she would weep softly hoping he was finished. But he wouldn’t be. He would ease her off his lap, and settle her over the bed as he retrieved the paddle from the closet. Her butt cheeks would clench in anticipation. She has a love/hate relationship with the paddle. She would whine and whimper, but she would push her bottom out to meet his hand, signaling her readiness and exposing her glistening sex. His jaw would clench and his cock would leap to attention. He would stifle his growing needs and desires, determined to finish out the task at hand. He would draw his arm back, and bring it forward again, and watch as her bottom flattened under the impact of the cool wood. She would cry out, and her feet would dance a little on the floor, doing what he called the spanking dance, but within a minute, she would be back in position and ready for more. He would happily oblige, whether or not she was ready. The paddle would be unforgiving, and he would watch as it bounced across her skin again and again until her legs gave out and she flattened herself against the bed, fully submitting, welcoming the pain. He would throw the paddle down unceremoniously and draw her to him, claiming her body as his.

  “Knock Knock!” A familiar voice rang out, breaking Josiah out of his fa
ntasy. His breathing was shallow and his heart was racing, and as usual, his brother had the worst timing.

  Fumbling with the paddle he hadn’t realized he was still holding, he opened the nearest kitchen drawer and shoved it inside. Slamming the drawer shut with his hip, he leaned up against it, effectively hiding it from view for no other reason than sheer embarrassment. It wasn’t as if his brother hadn’t seen a paddle before. Josiah knew he owned at least three of them, one for each of his wives.

  Josiah crossed his arms over his chest and smiled as Hiram and Sophia entered with baby Auggie. His brother had insisted on driving the U-Haul and following him here, and Josiah was grateful. It wasn’t that he needed the help, and Hiram knew it. It’s just that Hiram wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Hiram was a bit stiff, and more than a little reserved, and Josiah knew that he needed to check the place out for himself before he could feel okay with turning his baby brother loose into the world. Never mind the fact that Josiah was thirty-five, and had more life experience than his brother— something like this was outside their comfort zones.

  “Bathroom! Bathroom!” Sophia ran up to him, thrusting Auggie into his arms. “I’ve had to pee for over an hour and Hiram refused to stop!” She danced around impatiently while Josiah shifted August in his arms and pointed her to the downstairs bathroom.

  “We were making good time,” Hiram said, by way of explanation. “I didn’t want Josiah to be unpacking all night— us either. We’ve got a room in Boulder for the night.”

  Josiah chuckled at his brother’s eager expression.

  “Well, I won’t keep you too long. Just help me get the truck unloaded, and the bed put together, and you’re more than welcome to get on your way.”