As I pondered the problem, I remembered a friend telling me that she used super glue on paper cuts and they sealed and healed rather quickly that way. I knew I had some super glue in the fridge so I decided to try it.
I dotted the glue along the cut area of the nail and thought I better apply pressure to make it stick, so I pressed the thumb of my other hand to it.
Okay… I realize now that it wasn’t the smartest move I ever made, but at the time I wasn’t thinking…
After pressing for a few seconds, I decided it was good enough and started to remove my thumb from the affected area. It didn’t budge.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“What did you do now?”
I jumped at the sound of Landon’s voice coming from directly behind me. “Nothing,” I said, trying to keep my back to him.
“Let me see.”
“No, it’s nothing, go away.”
“Shannon, turn around right now and show me what you did.”
I sighed; recognizing the tone in his voice, I gave in to the inevitable, turned to face him, held out my hands, and showed him the way the thumb of my right hand seemed to be stuck to the middle finger of my left.
Landon studied my hands in puzzlement, then spotted the open tube of super glue on the counter. Light dawned. “You glued your hands together?”
The total disbelief in his tone got my back up a little. “Well, you’re the detective! What’s it look like to you?”
That earned me a glare. “How did you manage to do that? What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Obviously I wasn’t thinking!” I shouted, more irritated with myself than with him, but he was getting that exasperated dazed look I so despised again.
“Watch your tone.”
“Oh, bite me!” I yelled, borrowing one of Seb’s favorite phrases.
Let me just say this was another unintelligent move on my part. When your hands are glued together in front of you, you can’t exactly protect your bottom.
In no time flat I was across his knee with my robe shoved up out of his way. Never had I felt so helpless as I did with my hands totally useless in front of me, stuck together like I was fixing to dive into the pool.
“Owwwwwww… Landon, I’m sorreeeeee… owwwwwwwwwww!”
As his hand lit a fire in my behind, I kicked my feet and my arms pumped like a demented pump jack in front of me.
“I warned you to watch your tone,” he reminded me as he began to pay special attention to the area where my thighs met my bottom.
“Owwwww! Oww! I know, I’m sorreee… I just already felt so stupid… and you were giving me that look. Owww!!!”
“I reacted like anyone else would when faced with another of your calamities. Did I cut your finger?” he asked with another well-placed swat that made me kick anew.
“Noooooooooo.”
“Who cut your finger?” Another stinger.
“I-eeeeoooowww did!”
“Did I glue your hands together?”
“Owwwwww! Owwww! Nooooooooooooo!!”
“Who did that brilliant piece of work?”
“Meeee! Ow ow owiiieeeeeeeee!”
“So is any of this situation my fault?”
“Yyyyyeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooch… noooooooooooooooooooo!”
“Whose fault is it?”
“Mineeeeeee… I’m sorreeeeeeeee!”
“That’s right. Did I do anything to deserve the way you spoke to me?”
“Oooooowwwwwwwwwiiiiiiieeeeeee! Noooooo…” I wailed with a heartfelt sniff.
Suddenly I was standing upright before him again with a stinging bottom to go with my hurt finger and bonded hands.
“I’m sorry, Landon.”
“I know, baby… let’s go get those hands unstuck and I’ll kiss it all better.”
And he did. So maybe on second thought… the day wasn’t so bad.
Singed on Both Ends
For some reason I’d wanted a cigarette for a week. It just sounded good. I’d been stressed and one wouldn’t hurt, right? I could sneak one of my sister’s and no one would be the wiser.
We were supposed to have dinner at her house that night anyway. I got there before anyone, even my sister. I snuck one out of her kitchen pack and lit it in the gas stove just like I’d seen her do a thousand and one times.
I inhaled deeply and promptly choked. Next breath I just took it in my mouth and inhaled a little at a time. Yes, this sure was relaxing! Not!
After my fourth puff I decided smoking was not all it was cracked up to be and flushed the evidence.
I had my coughing under control when my sister walked in with Landon right behind her.
They both stared at me.
“What?”
Sharon frowned at me. “What’s that white stuff in your eyelashes and eyebrows?”
“White stuff?”
“Yeah, it looks funny,” Landon said, reaching over and brushing the said white stuff off.
I felt tiny things falling down my face.
“Your eyebrows just fell off!” Landon cried in alarm.
“What!?” I gasped and ran to the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, my eyebrows had fallen partially out. The rest were still white and when I brushed my fingers across them, they fell out too. And my eyelashes were a thing of the past.
I looked miserably from the bathroom mirror to where Landon and Sharon stood in the doorway.
“They all fell out!” I wailed.
“What on earth did you do?” my ever-helpful sister asked.
“I guess maybe I singed them on the stove.”
“How would you do that?” Landon asked in puzzlement.
“You snitched a cigarette!” Sharon yelled like it was some great discovery.
“Shannon doesn’t smoke. She wouldn’t do that,” Landon defended, and then he looked at my guilty face. “Shannon?”
“Well, it was just one. I didn’t think one could do any harm. I thought it would be relaxing. I didn’t expect to singe my eyebrows off.”
“That’s not all that’s getting singed!”
I blushed and my sister chuckled knowingly as Landon led me from the room to the computer room where he sat down on the armless desk chair.
“I can’t believe you did that, Shannon. That was so dumb. Why would you pick up a cigarette to begin with? And why light it on the stove?”
“Sharon does it all the time.”
“You’re not Sharon and she doesn’t have asthma!”
So of course that’s how I found myself across his lap yet again about to get a singed backside to go with my eyebrows.
“Landon! Wait! Can’t we wait until we get home?” I was so embarrassed at the thought of my sister hearing my spanking.
A loud voice called out from the kitchen, “Don’t worry, the kids aren’t home yet and I’ve thought you needed a good spanking for years!”
So much for sisterly solidarity!
“See, she doesn’t mind,” Landon said as he jerked my jeans and panties to my knees.
“I mind!” I yelled just before his hand crashed down on my poor unprotected backside.
“You don’t get a vote,” he informed me before pulling me in tighter as he began to impart his opinions about smoking with the firm application of his broad palm to my bottom.
Since he knew the kids were on their way home, he didn’t waste any time. He spanked me hard and fast, spending the majority of his time on the tender crease of my thighs. With his attentions centered in such a concentrated area it took very little time before I was crying softly over his lap and promising never to touch a cigarette again.
Once he’d made sure I’d be sitting gingerly through dinner, Landon pulled my pants up and cuddled me on his lap while I cried about my sore bottom and my lost eyelashes and eyebrows.
He wasn’t all that sympathetic.
Surely they’d grow back. Right?
Video Villianness
I smiled at the video store clerk as I handed over Two We
eks Notice and Maid in Manhattan.
The unsmiling young man took my selections and scanned them through the computer. “You realize that you have a late fee on Secretary, right?”
I felt a blush steal up my neck, horrified that he’d said it so loudly. Couldn’t he have just said I had a late fee? That’s what they’d said every other time I brought movies back late. I don’t think it was a coincidence that the little geek started smiling broadly.
“Yes, I know I have a late fee.”
“Let’s see, you had Secretary for a three-day rental, then you called back and said you’d like to keep it for a few more days. So Secretary ended up being three days late.”
I wanted to crawl under the counter. I was sure all eyes in the video store were aimed at me and the scarlet letter branded across my chest: A big red ‘S.’ The little shit might as well have yelled, “Spanko on aisle three!”
Landon chose that moment to walk up. “What’s wrong? Late fee?”
Before I could open my mouth, the pipsqueak piped up, “Yes, sir, Secretary is three days late.”
Landon whispered softly into my ear, “Secretary?”
I glared at him and gave a quick nod before turning my attention back to Geek Boy. “Just add in the late fee, please.”
The clerk smiled boldly at me and began tallying the figures as I plotted revenge. I shot a sideways glance at Landon and decided that he would frown upon me lobbing the head off the teenage mutant. I sighed and then looked over at the display of movie popcorn and candy. Perfect!
“Honey, you pay, I’ve got to go to the restroom.” Then I turned and ‘accidentally’ tripped into the display. I hid my pleasure at the sight of candy and popcorn flying chaotically around me. “Oh, no… I’m so sorry.”
Geek Boy’s face turned a dull red as I turned and apologized with a small smirk for his eyes only. “That’s okay, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll pick it up.”
I smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”
I turned and hummed my way out of the video store, Landon following close behind with the movies. Of course I didn’t look at any of the other customers. I didn’t want to know who in my small town knew my secret.
Ignorance is bliss!
As we drove back to the house, Landon sent a stern look in my direction. “That wasn’t very nice, Shannon.”
I tried for innocence. “What are you talking about?”
“Shannon, don’t compound your error in judgment by lying to me.”
As I opened my mouth to respond, I received another fierce sideways glare. “Oh, all right! He deserved it!”
“Shannon, he was a kid.”
“That kid knew exactly what he was doing!”
“He was still a kid and you shouldn’t have retaliated on his level. You’re an adult.”
I let out a big ‘humpf’ sound as I hunched down in my seat with a roll of my eyes.
“Young lady, when we get home I want you to go straight into the study.”
“Study? Since when do we have a study?”
An exasperated growl escaped Landon. “The room with the big desk.”
“Oh, the computer-slash-guest room-slash-office?”
“Shannon, don’t be difficult.”
I sighed again. “What, you want me to pay bills? I was gonna watch Maid in Manhattan.”
“No. I want you to go into the study, drop your pants, and bend over the desk.”
This time when the inevitable red crept up my face, it wasn’t all mortification or horror. A little tingle went up my spine as I recalled the desk scene in Secretary.
As we pulled into the driveway, I sat up in my seat and stared at Landon.
“I’m serious. By the time I get there, you’d better be in position.”
I blushed a deeper shade of red and nodded before getting out of the car and running into the house to do his bidding. I knew he meant to spank me for a punishment, but I was rather excited about it for a change. Both eager and anxious to see exactly what he had in mind. I hoped it wasn’t me just yelling a string of ‘ouches’ and ‘ooowwwwieees.’
I went to the ‘study’ and pulled down my pants before bending across the broad desk. It felt really funny. Landon usually pulled my pants and panties down for me. I felt even more vulnerable than usual bent bare and exposed across the desk waiting for him to come.
The butterflies built steadily in my tummy as I heard his footsteps in the hall. He was coming!
I let my breath out in a whoosh when the footsteps continued past the door and on down the hall. What was he doing?
I pressed my hot face into the cool wood as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The waiting was agony.
I was trapped somewhere between excitement and trepidation.
I gulped a deep breath as the flutters in my stomach grew once again. I could hear his footsteps coming toward the door.
I believe the butterflies began mating season when I heard the door swing open. I held my breath, not daring to turn my head to look at him as he approached me from behind.
I jumped when his hand touched my naked buttocks, then shivered in response when it stayed for a lingering caress.
“Why are we here?”
I took another gasping breath. “I behaved childishly and vindictively at the video store.”
Another lingering caress. “Good girl. What do you think I should do about that?”
Oh, god! Suddenly it didn’t seem to matter that his hand was well acquainted with my bottom. It was all new. “I… I… please, Landon…”
“Please what?”
“Please spank me.” I closed my eyes and waited.
The first stinging swat caught me right beneath my left bottom cheek and brought me up on my toes. “Ohh!”
He didn’t leave me waiting for the second or the third. The fourth, fifth, and sixth left me gasping for air at the intensity of the sting.
Landon neglected not an inch of my bottom from his attention. He even went across each area several times just to be sure. My poor backside was blazing hotter than a jalapeño pepper by the time he pulled me up into his embrace.
I hugged him tight, wiping my tears on his shirt.
I felt him smile into my hair as his hands cupped my hot, tender bottom and pulled me close. I gasped and pressed closer.
He tilted my face up for a kiss before crying out in a falsetto voice, “Four peas!”
“When did you watch Secretary?”
He laughed. “Well, we had it for six days.”
I blushed and smiled sheepishly up at him, then sighed as he leaned in close and nibbled my ear.
“I don’t suppose you’d be interested in bending back across the desk?”
“Yes, please,” I said breathlessly as I bent back over the desk and spread my legs wide in invitation. I groaned at the hiss of his zipper being lowered and then he was there pressing deep inside with one hard thrust.
The feel of his thighs slapping against my tender bottom shot my arousal up another notch and I tried to spread my legs even farther apart, giving a frustrated growl when the shortness of my legs made it impossible.
Ever the public servant, Landon caught me underneath my knees and lifted them to rest on the desk, splaying me wide open.
I cried out as he began to pound into me deeper and harder, hitting my cervix with every inward stroke.
I screamed his name as I came and he drove into me one last time before I felt the spray of his hot seed against my inner walls.
Landon collapsed over my back, pressing a kiss against my shoulder. “Let that be a lesson to you, young lady.”
The Damn Dam
“You’re hardly going to be home all weekend! What am I supposed to do?”
“I wish I could be home with you this weekend, but I’m going to have to pull some extra shifts.”
“You’re never home!”
“Sweetheart, you just need to be patient for a few more weeks. They’re trying to hire more officers.”
“I can’t believe you’re going to be working all weekend for the fourth weekend in a row! I never see you and when I do, you’re too busy sleeping to even know I’m here!”
“Calm down, Shannon, I’ve got to work and there is nothing either one of us can do to change that.”
“Whatever.”
“Watch it, Shan.”
* * *
The trip to Missouri had been a spur of the moment decision. A friend wanted to visit her family’s cabin on the Lake of the Ozarks and needed a ride. Landon had been working a lot of overtime in the last few months. I was tired of it.
When he was home, he was tired and I was feeling more than a little neglected. So perhaps it was a bit impulsive of me to volunteer to drive my friend Rachel to Missouri without consulting Landon. Maybe even a tad rebellious, but I’d been so bored and lonely.
Not that Landon felt that was much of an excuse. He’d been angry when I’d called him from the road.
“What do you mean you’re on your way to Missouri?”
“I mean exactly what it sounds like. I’m on my way to Missouri. It’s just a short trip, Landon. Just for the weekend. We’ll be there by tonight; I’ll stay tonight and tomorrow night then start back Sunday. You’ll be working all weekend. You won’t even notice I’m gone. You don’t notice when I’m there.”
“Excuse me?”
Okay, I shouldn’t have said that last bit. I was pushing it, but damn it, I missed Landon! “It’s no big deal, Landon. Really, I’ll be back before you know it.”
“If it was no big deal, why didn’t we discuss it before you left?”
“It was a last-minute thing. You weren’t home when it came up so I decided to go and call you from the road.”
“Mmmmmm.”
“I hate when you do that!”
“Well, I just love when you call me from two hundred miles away and tell me you’re on a road trip. I especially enjoy the thought of you driving back six hundred miles all by yourself.”
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