Tears ran down my face. “Please, Ryan no.” I was begging, but the thought of everyone knowing that I was being spanked, embarrassed me deeply.
He had his hand on my back and he was pushing me gently over his knee.
I sobbed and grabbed hold of the blanket and stuffed it into my mouth. I was so mortified by this.
Ryan spanked gently at first and then he slowly built up. After two minutes I was already kicking. It was like when you go to the doctors office and he hits your knee with that mallet thing. My bottom had that same effect on my legs. He held them down as best he could but they certainly didn't stop him. He lifted up my pajamas and I knew that we were nowhere close to being finished.
Ryan was spanking my bare bottom and lecturing me. I cried into the blanket, hoping that no one could hear this. His hand smacking my bare bottom was just so loud. After a bit my legs stopped kicking and I didn't need the blanket to swallow my screams anymore. I was limp just taking what he was dishing out.
He rolled me to him and held me and told me how much he loved me. He made me promise to never make him do that again.
I promised as I always do but I had promised that before and here we were again. I felt so guilty. I apologized with all my heart. He held me tight as we fell asleep.
Needless to say I was still tired the next morning. He gave me disappointed looks as we got up and dressed. My backside was a dark red.
“The thing that worries me is how you will behave next week when you are at home all alone. You are making me worry.”
“I'm sorry, Ryan. I could keep my diary again. If you want,” I offered. I wanted our fight to be over with right now. He was right and I was wrong.
At lunch we were talking like nothing had happened again I was glad about that. The time we had left with each other was like a ticking time bomb and when the countdown was reached, I would explode into tears. Not because of a spanking, but because I would miss him so much.
I stood out in front of our hotel waiting for the car that would take me to the airport.
I had already said goodbye to all the new friends that I had made. Just Ryan was left. I had decided to let him know the real reason that I had stood in front of his door. It was time for complete honesty.
We hugged and kissed. If any paparazzi were hiding in the bushes, then they were getting something to see. I clung to him and repeated how much I would miss him. He repeated how much he loved me. He was eager to introduce me to his parents. They already knew all about me. He had phoned them and spilt the beans. He had said his parents were a lot different from mine. His cared about everything. That made me nervous.
My car pulled up and he put my bags in the trunk for me. He came around and hugged me again. “Please, take care of yourself. I'm not there to do it for you, but I am entrusting you with my most valuable possession, you.” He smiled at me with a smile that I knew that Hollywood was going to love. I already did.
It was time. I had to tell him the truth and see if it made any difference in our relationship or not. I was still so worried that he wouldn't want me after he found out that I had just been using him in the beginning.
“I have something for you.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a copy of the manuscript. “I umm – This is for you. I had started to write this before I met you and it wasn't at all good. I had to do a lot of research on it and I just wasn't moving ahead on it. It will be coming out in a couple of weeks. You were the one who helped me to be able to finish it. I ah – It's for you. Read it. Burn it whatever. It isn't at all like this book.” I pointed to hotel behind him. “I even hope that they don't film it. Maybe you could call me then?”
I gave him a peck on the cheek, opened my car door and got in. The car took off then and Ryan was still standing there with the manuscript in his hands. The first page was a note to him. It started out with the real reason I went to his house. It explained everything.
Ryan still hadn't called.
I hadn't called him that I had gotten home safely either. I had chicken out and sent a text message instead. The ball was in his court so to say. I was worried that he wouldn't play it back.
The phone rang. I practically fell over myself racing to get it.
It was his mom. She was calling to see when I had time to visit them. We chatted and I told her that it would be difficult because of the new book that was coming out. I had to be present.
She understood, but she remained insistent. She wanted us there for a longer period of time. We were able to find a five day time slot.
She was friendly and she had the cutest accent. I relaxed and talked with her about different things that we could do in that time. He was a farm kid. I wouldn't have thought that. She said she would cook and take care of everything, so Ryan and I had time to be together. She sounded so thrilled to meet me. I wondered if we really would meet. Ryan still hadn't called.
I was nerves about that. What if I never heard from Ryan again?
What if I did? A person hears horror stories about the in-laws. Would they think that I wasn't good enough for him? Plus Ryan had said that they were God fearing people. I believed in God but I saw him more as a friend. A friend that could get disappointed at the most, but there was no room for things like wrath in my picture of God.
I went online and ordered the Bible for dummies. I got the cliff notes, too, while I was online anyway. Just in case Ryan still wanted me.
Two days later the phone rang while I was sitting on the couch reading my Bible books. I reached for the phone still totally concentrated on what I was reading.
“Hello.”
“Katherine, it's me, Ryan.” I could feel it and see it coming. This was the courtesy call to say goodbye.
“Hello Ryan.” I sounded meek. There was no other word for it.
“I just finished reading the book, like a minute ago. I had no idea.”
He sounded sad and I wasn't sure how to respond to that so I stayed quiet.
“Katherine, I'm sorry that I made you feel so small and hopeless. I think the book is great. I know it will do well. I just don't like having written proof of the worst moments of our relationship.”
I nodded understanding that. I hadn't used any examples from our relationship, but he would be able to feel when I had written what.
“You are very gifted. Thank you for sharing the book with me.”
“You're welcome.” I figured that I should show some sign of life before he started asking, if I was still there.
“Do you still want me, Katherine?”
I sighed relieved. “Of course, I do. I was afraid that you didn't want me anymore, because I had used you.”
“Katherine, I will want you forever. That isn't something you have to worry about. Do you understand that and believe that?” He was using his strict tone on me.
“Yes, sir, I understand,” I giggled.
“It feels so good to hear you laugh, darling. Tell me what been going on in your life.” I could hear him relaxing too.
“Your mom called.”
“She did? She didn't call me.” He was surprised.
I decided to make him nervous. “We chatted for over an hour.”
“Oh?”
“Yep, they invited us to come over for a week.”
“How did you respond to that?” It worked he was nervous.
I told him to check his calendar if he had time in that time frame too. He did, surprisingly enough. It was all settled.
“We need to pick out a church here. I have a funny feeling that they will ask.”
“I'm sure, you're right, Darling.” His accent was starting to come out.
“What confession are you?”
“Baptist.”
“Okay, I'll check out what we have here along those lines.”
“Hold on, darling. What confession are you? You don't have to change just for me.”
“I'm Lutheran but I see myself as being a christian first and foremost. So I will go and check out what we have her
e. If I hate it I will let you know. Trust me, as soon as snakes show up, I'm out of there.”
“Don't worry there will be no snakes. We the no nonsense type of Baptists but my father would like what you said about being a Christian. Have you been doing any reading?”
“As we speak I have the Bible For Dummies and Cliff Notes on my lap.”
“Are you serious?” he laughed. “They have Cliff Notes for the Bible?”
“Yes, I'm trying here. Don't laugh at me.” I had expected praise not ridicule.
“I hope it works.”
“What if it doesn't?” Would his parents say 'no' to our match? Would he listen to them?
“Then my father will pull me aside and explain that it is my duty, duty mind you, to worry about your soul, and to guide you on the path of righteousness.”
“So you would get the talking to, not me? Hmm – that's tempting.”
“You would get one too. They would tell you that you have to listen to me.” He sounded so satisfied with himself. “Hmm – tempting.”
I laughed. “I love you, Ryan.”
“I love you so much too. I miss you. I have kind of gotten used to sleeping next to you. Now that, we can't tell my parents. We will have separate rooms there. It is going to be so hard knowing that you are just across the hall and I can't touch you.”
“Ryan stop, you are going to make me cry.” I sniffled and wiped away a tear. My heart was aching for him.
“I'm sorry, baby. It's hard for me too.”
We talked about the movie and what he all had to do because I thought to write about it. I told him he would be needing a stunt double for the next one.
We laughed, talked and got along. I missed him so much.
Chapter 13 Meeting His Parents
Ryan stopped the car in front of an old white house with antennas going to and from it. It was a two story house that looked like it grew out of the earth in a perfect square. Everything else was flat. In Wisconsin things go up and down with lots of water in the form of rivers, lakes and waterfalls. California had either uphill or downhill too, but this was just flat.
His parents were standing out in front of the house, smiling. That was a good sign, right? They didn't look like they were planning ways to make my life miserable.
His mother stepped forward and opened my car door. She took my hand and pulled me out. She had tears in her eyes as she hugged me.
I hugged her back. “It's really nice to meet you.” We were holding each other by our elbows and smiling at each other. Ryan looked like his mother. She had friendly eyes.
Ryan and his dad were getting our bags out of the trunk.
“Let's get you two settled in the house.” She linked her arm in mine and walked me into the house. “I made up the guest bedroom for you and there are fresh towels in the bathroom for you. They are even labeled guests. They're practically new but we have had them for years. You're the first girl that Ryan has ever brought home.”
I glanced over my shoulder and looked at him. I wanted to see how he was taking this but he was still smiling in a very friendly way. He was probably so used to her attention that it didn't bother him anymore.
I kicked my shoes off inside the door just like she had. There was a pile of shoes there. At my house they would have all been in the closet lined up in pairs on shelves. This was more comfortable. We entered in through the kitchen. It was what I figured a farm kitchen would look like. It had thousands of cupboards and I'd bet they were filled with preserves made from their own garden. There was a table in here and it looked very homey.
She pulled me up the stairs and to a bedroom. Her husband set down my bags. “By the way, I'm John and we are both pleased to have you here. See you kids at supper.” He left then.
Ryan was leaning in the door. We all watched his father leave. Ryan looked back at me. His eyes were dancing with delight.
His mother smiled at me once again. “I have to see about getting supper on the table.” She left pulling Ryan out with her. “Let her get settled in peace. Katherine, all the drawers are empty and the closet is too. Just put your things where you want.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Nobles.” I called after her as she was closing the door.
“Now, we will have none of that. Call me Molly.” She really left then. I could hear her giggling in the hall with Ryan. “Well, you picked out a pretty one, and so smart too.”
“Yes mom, I got lucky.” I heard him say. “I'll hurry so I can help you in the kitchen.”
No, I had gotten lucky, I thought to myself. He was a great guy and we had so much fun on the flight here. We had talked and laughed and there had been paparazzi at the airport. Cameras had been flashing as we walked past them. They had called out to us asking where we wanted to go. They wanted to know if we were going away on our honeymoon.
Ryan had his arm around me and smiled at them. “Just taking my girl home to meet my parents.” More lights had flashed when he smiled like that. He guided me into the VIP lounge. He got me something to drink and we caught up on each other's lives.
I hurried with my unpacking and went down to the kitchen. Ryan was already there. He was chopping up some vegetable so fast that my eyes couldn't quite follow it. He didn't know it but I had written a section in the new book where he had to cook for the heroine. I had made him a bad cook. She had to take over and save the meal but it was too late and in the end they order a pizza. It would be funny to anyone who knew him and he could prove in talk shows or whatever that he could really cook.
He could also do one of those TV shows where famous people cook for one evening and then they go to the other's houses and then they get to eat and give points on the meal. I'd bet he would like something like that.
“Can I help?” I offered. They both turned and smiled at me.
“Sure darling, you can set the table.” His mother steered me away from the cooking. I almost felt a little offended. Had he told her that I couldn't cook? That was an argument that we often had. It came right after me getting enough sleep.
I listened to them talk. His mother hadn't seen him in so long and he was telling her lots of stuff. I had probably just been in the way of their mother / son quality time.
I set the table as pretty as I could. I needed to make a good impression. This was a once in a lifetime chance. We would be getting married soon and I would never have to worry about finding love again. I had somehow pictured my life as being said and done. I had it all planned out. I would have written book after book and lived in my beautiful apartment all by myself. I wouldn't have been unhappy but this was so much better.
His dad came in and he smiled at me. “They wouldn't let you help?”
“I got to set the table.” I shrugged my shoulders, and he threw his head back and laugh. I smiled too then.
His dad sat down and patted the chair next to his. I sat next to him and he asked me if I had ever been on a farm before.
I told him about visiting cousins as a kid and playing in the barn. We played detective and things like that.
He confessed that he read my books. He had become a fan.
“Ryan? You watching me moving in on your girl?” he teased.
“I'm not worried. She could be with anyone she wants, why even a movie star but she chose me,” he laughed, playing along.
His mom started carrying things over to the table.
“Can I help?” I offered.
“You're our guest, you don't have to help.” His mom was all smiles. I wondered what he had all told her about me when they talked on the phone.
We all sat down and everyone reached for everyone else's hands. Ryan had warned me about this. I bowed my head as his father prayed and blessed everyone at the table. He even welcomed me again. Ryan's thumb pet over the back of my hand. I felt so moved that I almost cried. I gathered myself and said Amen with everyone else.
We talked nicely about what they all had planned for us to do this week. Showing the happy couple off at church tomorrow morn
ing seemed to be the highlight. His mom even had activities planned for just the two of us. I would be going with her to pick out her dress for the opening night of the movie. I liked that idea because I didn't have one either yet. I had no idea what to wear.
We talked all evening. We played a board game and everyone helped clean up. It was off to bed then. I showered and changed into very proper pajamas. I laid down in bed and was about to fall asleep when I felt the covers being lifted and someone had joined me.
“Ryan?”
“Well who else would be climbing into your bed?” The bed shook as he tried not to laugh.
“It could have been a test and your mom could be in there. I would have reached over and pet your face and she would have jumped up and said a-ha.”
The bed continued to shake.
“So what do you think of them?”
“They are very nice people. Now get out.” I rolled away from him.
“Are you mad at me?” He was up on his elbow. The bed moved again. They had to be hearing this.
“No, but I think it's disrespectful. This is their house and their rules. Go to bed. We can see each other again in the morning.”
“I think she's right.” His dad was standing at the door. My heart was beating a mile a minute. “Get out, Ryan.”
Ryan made a huff noise and threw the covers back. He was mumbled something like he was just saying goodnight. He went to his room and his father shook his head and closed my door. I heard his parents laughing about a minute later. Then I heard Ryan say ha, ha, ha. I smiled to myself and went to sleep.
Farm people get up at unbelievably early hours. Cows were milked and chickens were fed by the time I came down to breakfast and I hurried.
We held hands as we prayed again. Ryan rubbed my hand again. I had missed him last night but I wouldn't have been able to make love with him with his parents next door.
That was something that I thought was very odd. Ryan was quiet when we made love but I wasn't. I apologized again and again for it, but he always laughed and said it was normal. It embarrassed me but it was a lot like getting a spanking. You always say that this time you will be quiet and it never works. I told him that once. That had him rolling.
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