The waiter smirked at me and crossed his arms as he waited for me to comply with Landon’s order. I shot him another glare.
“Don’t you have some waiting to do?”
He merely looked at Landon and then back at me with a grin. “It can wait.”
“Pick them up, Shannon. I won’t tell you again.”
Sudden visions of being upended there in the Hard Rock Café before God and everybody, including the smart-ass waiter, filled my head. I was on my hands and knees scooping my mess back into the basket faster than you could say jackrabbit.
When I had them all back in the basket, I set it on the table and blotted at the grease stains on the carpet with a napkin. I would have cleaned the whole damn carpet to keep from looking back at Landon at this point.
A firm hand on my arm pulled me up to my feet. “Now apologize.”
I frowned at Landon, then at the still grinning waiter. “But…”
“Now!” I jumped at the sharp bite in Landon’s voice.
“I’m terribly sorry for my rude behavior,” I said softly.
“Uh huh,” came the disbelieving reply.
Landon turned to the waiter. “If you could send our food back and hold it for us, I would appreciate it.”
The waiter’s grin became even broader if that was possible. “Sure thing, sir.”
Landon then proceeded to march me right out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk. I considered pleading my case, but changed my mind when I glanced up at Landon’s profile. I looked around, wondering where on earth he could be taking me. He finally stopped at a building that said ‘for lease’ and pulled me quickly up the walk to the partially enclosed entrance.
I looked around and realized that we were shielded from the view of passersby and nearly panicked. This was not good.
Landon sat on a bench built into the wall of the building and had me across his lap with my skirt up and panties down in record time. His hand landed hard across my bottom, bringing a sharp gasp from my lips. He covered every inch of my vulnerable bottom with stinging smacks, giving no quarter. Then he covered the entire area a second, third, fourth, and I’m not sure but I think a fifth and sixth time.
I was sobbing by the time he completed his third trip across my poor posterior. Then he lifted me to my feet and turned me to face the bench, bending me at the waist.
“Put your hands on the bench,” he said sternly.
“Please… I’m sorry…” I begged.
“Now, Shannon,” Landon said in a tone that brooked no argument.
With a whimper, I bent completely over, my hands resting on the bench and my forehead resting on my hands. I shuddered when I heard the sound of his belt being pulled free of his pants.
A large hand came to rest on the small of my back to hold me in place, “I don’t think we really need any further discussion of why you’re getting a taste of my belt, do we, young lady?”
“No, sir,” I said with a little sob in my voice.
The sound of the belt whistling through the air came just before a line of fire rose up across both cheeks on the tender crease between my bottom and thighs. To my horror, each and every stroke fell in the exact same place. I think I got ten in all, but it was hard to keep track since the blistering fire in my nether regions was so distracting.
When he finished, he stood me in front of him. “I have never been so ashamed of your behavior. That was inexcusable. I know you want to lose weight and I have been very supportive, but I will not have you behaving like a two-year-old when you don’t get things exactly your way. If you’d bothered to look around, you would have noticed that our waiter was running his ass off trying to accommodate everyone in the seated area. There were at least three hundred people between those seated and those standing who the kitchen was trying to take care of. No one had time to worry about whether or not they forgot to put fries on your plate or if the fries were touching the burger!”
I felt about the size of a gnat. An ant would’ve definitely been much bigger at this point. I had been petty and childish and I felt really bad about it. I don’t know what got into me; I’m generally a very nice person. “I’m sorry, Landon. I don’t know what got into me.”
He sighed and shook his head before pulling me close. “I don’t either, but I’d better not ever see it again.”
I nodded miserably against his chest as he held me tight. Finally when I was calm, he pulled my panties up over my blazing rear and kissed me on the top of the head. “When we get back in, you need to find that waiter and give him an apology. A real one this time.”
“I will,” I said, nodding fervently, eager to make amends and hoping that we could salvage some of the evening.
The first musician was already on stage when we got back inside, Landon and I waded through the throng of people looking for our waiter. He spotted us first and met us with a bag containing our cold burgers. “Sorry I couldn’t save your table,” he said, turning to go.
I took a deep breath and touched his sleeve. The waiter turned to me with a raised brow.
“I really am very sorry about my earlier behavior. I was out of control and I had no right to speak to you that way or to behave like a child. Thank you for showing as much patience with me as you did.”
The waiter studied my face for a moment, then nodded with a smile and shook my hand. “Sorry again that you lost your seats.”
I smiled a little sheepishly. “I think I’ll prefer standing now anyway.”
The waiter turned to Landon with a smile. “Could I possibly talk to you after the show? I’ve been having some problems with my girlfriend and I could use some good advice.”
I have to say I felt a little sorry for the poor girl when Landon agreed to coffee and pie down the street after the show.
A Tale of Towels
We’d just spent a marvelous weekend at a beach house in Surfside. Last night, while we were snuggled in front of a small fire on our little stretch of beach, I’d cried when Landon asked me to marry him.
Of course, I nearly knocked him over when I threw myself on top of him, yelling “Yes!” at the top of my lungs. He’d ended up lying back and rolling me beneath him on the beach to kiss me senseless.
I loved him so much that I was sure there wasn’t anything that could mar the happiness of that weekend.
Until the next morning, after a wonderful last few hours at the beach, we headed for home.
I frowned as Landon pulled into the Mall of the Mainland. “Landon, why are we stopping at the mall?” I asked.
“I need to pick something up at Sears. I wouldn’t have thought you would mind. You usually head straight for Foley’s,” he said with a grin.
“I know, but I’m covered in sand,” I said, thinking of my sunburned face and looking down at my sand-dusted T-shirt and cut-offs.
“Dust yourself off when you get out of the car. It’ll be fine. People probably stop here all the time after the beach since it’s on the way home.” Landon said.
“You’re probably right,” I said, beginning to enjoy the thought of looking around the linen department of Foley’s. “Maybe they’ll have a good sale on bed stuff.”
A stern look was sent in my direction. “Feel free to look around, but remember your budget.”
I rolled my eyes as I looked out the window. Landon had taken it upon himself to help me with my budget when he’d noticed a few past-due notices on my counter. It was a little irritating, but since we were now engaged, he was obviously about to have a lot more say about how I spend money, so I supposed I needed to get used to it.
Landon parked outside Foley’s and we walked into the nearest entrance. “I’m going on to Sears. I should be finished in about thirty minutes. Where will you be?”
“I’m going to be up in the linen section,” I said, pointing to the escalator.
“Okay, I’ll come find you there,” he said.
After Landon left, I took the escalator up to linens.
When I first walked t
oward the sheets, an older saleslady stopped me. “May I help you, dear?” she asked as she looked me up and down disapprovingly.
“No, thanks. I’m just looking,” I told her with a smile, trying to be nice. When she continued to look at me suspiciously, I walked away to see if the sheets were on sale.
As I studied the sheets, I noticed that the saleslady had followed me and was watching me. I frowned; surely she didn’t think I was going to steal something. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and moved on to the comforters. Again there she was eyeing me with a suspicious gaze.
Geeze, does she think I’m gonna stick a comforter in my pocket?
I shook it off and then walked to window treatments. There were some neat curtains that would match my bedroom.
It wasn’t long before she was back following my every movement. I was beginning to get mad. I would never steal anything! The old busybody was completely ruining my ability to browse.
I sighed and then decided to go look at towels. There was a display of several towels, varying colors and sizes. I picked one up to see if I liked the texture, since the sale price was good.
Suddenly there she was, frowning at the towel in my hand.
That’s it! I saw red.
I quickly began picking up one towel after another. Unfolding them and dropping them back on the table. I left no towel untouched. Feeling a growing sense of satisfaction with each one I unfolded.
When I dropped the last towel to the table, I turned to her with a nasty smile. “There, now you have something to do.”
I gasped when a hand clamped down on my elbow from behind me. “Shannon! What on earth were you thinking? That was a horrid thing to do. Why would you do something like that?” Landon asked incredulously.
I felt my face getting hot as he berated me in front of my nemesis.
“Well, she was following me around acting like I was going to steal something,” I said defensively.
“That’s no excuse, Shannon. You ought to be ashamed,” he said, frowning down at me.
I glanced over, saw a smug smile on her face, and glared at her. “Old battleax,” I muttered under my breath.
Okay, given the situation, that wasn’t the best comment I could have made at the time.
Landon straightened and gripped my arm more firmly. “Excuse us, ma’am, we’ll be right back,” he said before turning to drag me through the store.
“Landon, where are we going?” I asked as I tried to keep up with his long-legged stride.
Landon didn’t answer me. He stopped briefly to ask where the bathroom was, then continued on. When we got to the bathrooms, I expected Landon to let go of my arm and go into the men’s room. Instead he went into the family restroom situated in between the men’s and women’s room, pulling me along behind.
Landon threw the lock on the door, then pulled me with him to the couch against the wall of the restroom.
“Landon?” I asked, suddenly very nervous.
“I can’t believe your behavior. You are acting like a thwarted child,” he said, quickly unsnapping my cut-offs and pulling them and my bikini bottoms down in one motion to my ankles. “Step out.”
“Landon, no! You can’t! Not here!” I cried even as I complied with his instructions.
“Give me your purse,” he said succinctly.
My bottom clenched reflexively as I remembered the very large butt plug nestled in a hidden compartment inside my purse. Landon had me put it there as a reminder to behave, but he also said it would give him a way to punish me if spanking wasn’t really an immediate option.
My eyes filled with tears as I handed him my purse. “Please, Landon, I’m sorry.”
“You ought to be ashamed. When we are finished here, you will go and re-fold every single one of those towels and apologize,” Landon said as he located the plug and unwrapped it while I watched nervously.
“Bend over and spread your bottom cheeks for me,” he ordered. I was embarrassed to feel telltale wetness beginning to trickle down my inner thighs. While I dreaded the plug, the whole situation was very arousing.
I bent over the arm of the couch against the wall and reached back to spread my bottom cheeks wide.
My hips bucked when he sank the plug first into the weeping entrance of my body, twirling it around to coat it thoroughly in my juices. Then it was pressing against my tender anus. Landon placed a hand on my back to hold me steady before sliding it all the way inside in one firm thrust.
I yelped at the burning stretch of the intrusion, then gasped as he began to work it in and out of my poor little hole in a hard, punishing rhythm. Of course even though it was anal punishment, my girl parts were wide awake and begging for attention. My body didn’t seem to care that my poor little hole was on fire.
Just as it was starting to feel somewhat pleasurable, Landon stopped and locked it into place. I shivered at the sound of his belt clearing his pants.
“Put your hands under your face but stay in position, I’m going to give you two quick licks to get you in the right frame of mind for your apology.”
Once I was positioned as instructed, Landon wasted no time, delivering two very hard licks with his belt directly to my sit spots. My bottom felt positively scorched with a line of fire I knew I’d feel all the way home.
Landon stood me on my feet and pulled my bathing suit and shorts back up. I winced as they came in contact with my tender bottom and rubbed against the base of the plug.
Pulling me into his arms for a tight hug, Landon said, “I love you, Shannon, but you will not act that way. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a sniff.
He leaned down and whispered darkly in my ear, “I’m going to paddle your bottom when we get home and then you’re going to ask me to punish your naughty bottom with my cock.”
Everything inside me tightened at his words with a combination of trepidation and desire. Then he turned me toward the bathroom door with a hard swat to my bottom.
I looked around as we left the bathroom and was relieved to see no one was around.
The saleswoman was already folding the towels when we returned. I was surprised to see she looked close to tears.
Guilt rolled through me. I really had behaved badly, and she was just trying to do her job.
I touched her arm. “I’m sorry I unfolded your pretty display. It was a horrid thing to do. If you’ll tell me how you want them folded, I’ll help you get it back in shape.”
She looked at me for a moment, then her face softened. “I get a little carried away myself sometimes, dear,” she said with a smile, as she showed me how to fold the towels. When the display was back in shipshape condition, she patted me on the shoulder and thanked me for helping her.
The ride home was one of the most uncomfortable in memory. The sand in my bathing suit bottom felt like sandpaper against the welt from Landon’s belt, and every time I shifted in my seat, the plug moved.
Landon was most unsympathetic to my predicament. “Stop squirming in your seat, young lady.”
I groaned; perversely after a few hours in the car, I now wanted to move and grind myself down on the plug in my ass.
We finally pulled into my driveway and Landon ordered me into the house. “You go strip and put yourself in the corner of your bedroom. Think about your behavior while I unload the car.”
Once again I found myself naked and in the corner, but this time it wasn’t for fun. I wondered how bad the paddling would be and hoped it would be over soon and we’d get on to the anal sex.
Although, since it was anal for punishment, perhaps it wouldn’t be so fun. Landon and I had discussed the possibility that he might use anal sex as well as butt plugs for punishment when he felt I’d been especially naughty.
Landon’s top reasons for punishment were not being safe and my treatment of other people. He felt I should always be courteous and respectful even when someone was being less than nice to me. It was Landon’s version of the golden rule and mostly I w
as a nice person, but sometimes I slipped a little.
“Have you been thinking about your behavior?” Landon asked from directly behind me, interrupting my musings.
“Yes, sir,” I said softly.
“Good girl. I’m going to give you ten hard swats with the paddle. Will I ever have to repeat this lesson?” he asked.
“No, sir,” I promised.
“If I do, not only will I take your bottom hard after spanking you, but next time you won’t be allowed to come. Are we clear?”
“Crystal!” I answered. The thought of any sex and being deprived of orgasm was not something I wanted to experience.
“I want you to bend over at the waist with your legs shoulder width apart, and brace your hands on the bed,” Landon instructed.
Moving quickly to do as instructed, I tried not to look at the ping-pong–type paddle in his hand. This was going to be decidedly unpleasant.
The paddle clapped loudly off the left cheek of my backside the minute I was in position, leaving an awesome sting behind. Before I completely registered the first swat, Landon began to deliver the rest of my spanking hard and fast.
I yelped and bounced my bottom up and down in an effort to avoid the paddle, but Landon managed to land on target each and every time.
I sobbed softly as the paddle landed next to me on the bed where I’d finally pressed my face into the covers in an effort to submit to my punishment.
Landon let me cry for minute while he rubbed my back. “What do you need to do now?”
Taking a deep breath, I blurted what I knew he expected. “Please punish my bottom with your big cock. Take my ass hard.”
He pulled the plug from my ass and squeezed my sore bottom, spreading it open wide for his lubed cock.
I groaned as the head of his cock began to press inside; it burned as I felt myself open wide as if welcoming him home.
Landon began to take my ass in a hard pounding rhythm that was uncomfortable at first, but soon I was pushing back to meet every demanding thrust.
“Oooohhh… Landon…” I groaned as the pleasure of having him inside me began to far outweigh the punishment.
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