My Naughty Little Secret

by Finnegan, Tara

  “He said the only cure was to indulge it. Would your parents mind if I tried to get an earlier flight?”

  “Fuck my parents. I’d be thrilled. When can you come?”

  “Would you really? Language, by the way.”

  “Will you punish me?” I asked hopefully.

  Michael seemed to deflate; his voice lost its sparkle. “Shiv, please don’t.”

  I sighed with resignation. It seemed like spanking was destined to be relegated to bedroom games, regardless of my desires. I missed the peace it brought and the closeness we felt afterwards. We seemed to niggle at each other more now.

  We chatted about our day for another while and Michael promised to get working on changing his flight first thing. As I hung up, I couldn’t help regretting that we’d had the punishment discussion as it just seemed to be driving a wedge between us these days. I spent a restless night wondering how we were going to overcome this hiccough. I really wanted it back, but I knew it was selfish to try to force Michael into something he was uncomfortable with. And yet he had loved it at the start, so could he really be that disillusioned or was he just frightened of himself? We’d have to talk it out sooner or later. It was funny; at the start it was me who couldn’t bear to discuss the discipline issues because I felt such a freak. Now I was comfortable in my own skin, but Michael couldn’t communicate. We always seemed to get our timing wrong between us.

  * * *

  Bright and early on St Stephen’s Day, I was woken by the sound of my phone.

  “Hi sleepyhead, did I wake you?” Michael asked.

  “Hi yourself, yes, you did. What time is it?” I answered groggily.

  “It’s just after nine. I changed my flight. I’ll be in Sligo Airport at three-twenty this afternoon.”

  I woke up immediately, “That soon. Brilliant! I’ll see you there.”

  “See you later. I have to dash now to get ready. Dad’s going to drop me to the airport, but I have to pack and things. I love you, baby.”

  “Love you too. Catch you later.”

  It was like someone had put a bomb under me. I jumped out of bed and showered and dressed in record time. I was so excited at the prospect of seeing him that soon, but now that the day had arrived, I was really nervous about bringing him here too. It was probably just as well I had so little time to dwell on it. Mam was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea, enjoying a few moments of solitary reverie before the madness of the day began.

  “Morning, Mam, how are you?” I chirped, grinning from ear to ear. “Any chance of a lift into Sligo today?”

  “You look like the cat that got the cream,” my mother smiled. “What are you up to?”

  “Michael’s coming this afternoon.”

  “Already? I thought he wasn’t due ‘til Saturday.”

  “He changed flights. I was thinking of hiring a car at the airport and erm…staying in a hotel with him tonight.”

  I could tell I was blushing as I told Mam of the change in plans. I knew what was in her mind and in a way she was right, but she didn’t know that it was partly to put off the inevitable.

  “That desperate already,” Mam said, feigning shock. “And to think I brought you to Mass every Sunday! And look how you turned out. Of course I’ll bring you in, Love. By all means stay in Sligo tonight, but I think you should bring Michael over for a while to meet the family. It’ll probably be easier for him that way too, when you have an escape route planned.”

  “Good idea, Mam. I’ll do that,” I agreed. She was probably right; it would be better to have a gentle introduction. “I hope Dad’ll behave when he meets him.”

  I called the airport to organise car hire and rang a couple of hotels to book a room. I was surprised to find that most of the hotels were booked out for the Christmas season, but finally I managed to get one a couple of miles outside Sligo, who’d had a last-minute cancellation. The location didn’t really matter too much anyway, as I figured we wouldn’t be doing a lot of sightseeing on a cold winter’s day.

  I threw a change of clothes, toothbrush, and my pill into an overnight bag. I decided to skip on the fluffy pyjamas and found one of the girls’ nightshirts to sleep in. I rang Pauric to cancel surfing and was ready to roll. By half past two I was at the car hire depot and then I headed for the airport arrivals. I thought of going off for a coffee and keeping him waiting to see if I could annoy him into spanking me, but I was just too happy at the prospect of seeing him. As he arrived into the waiting area, I watched him hunt for me with his eyes. I had almost forgotten how good-looking and impossibly sexy he was. Even amongst the other travellers, his height and masculine good looks made him stand out. I felt that familiar flutter in my sex. I still had difficulty believing that someone as drop-dead gorgeous as him would want anything to do with plain old Siobhan Brennan. He spotted me watching him and a beautiful soppy grin overtook his handsome face. He walked over quickly, scooping me up in his arms, ignoring my protests as usual. I much preferred to keep my feet on terra firma, but I think that’s exactly why he made a habit of lifting me up.

  “I really missed you, Shiv,” he said, kissing me.

  “Me too,” I mumbled as my reply was smothered by his lips. A few other travellers were watching our display with obvious entertainment.

  “Aw, hell, it’s Christmas,” I giggled at their amused glances.

  We booked into our hotel and I suggested food. I figured he must be hungry after travelling for the last few hours.

  “Food later, you first,” he demanded hungrily. “I thought we were staying with your family?”

  “We are, tomorrow, I don’t want to share you tonight. Mind you, Mam has me warned I have to bring you over for a while later.”

  He pushed me in the bedroom door and we both went straight for the bed, ripping off clothes as fast as we could.

  “I believe your ladyship ordered a spanking,” Michael said mischievously, turning me face down on the bed. “One severe spanking coming up.”

  He opened his bag and pulled out his homemade birch and I groaned with excitement. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to bring it; God knows what it must have looked like on the x-ray machines at the airport! I was completely naked and he flogged me lightly up and down my body, on my torso and legs, teasing slightly stinging licks. When he got to my bottom, he flailed hard scorching lashes, causing me to cry out in pain and pleasure.

  “Enough yet, your ladyship?” he asked.

  I shook my head. He turned me onto my back and lightly flogged my front, going a little harder on my breasts. The light twigs biting my nipples made me want to scream with desire. He spread my legs and lightly flogged my clit and vagina. I was writhing with ecstasy, arching my back to meet the lashes.

  “More, your ladyship?” he asked and I nodded.

  “Your ladyship is rather difficult to please today,” he muttered, turning me over again.

  This time he thrashed my bottom until I cried “ENOUGH.” He was right; it was difficult to satisfy me. I had often noticed that where spankings were given purely for pleasure’s sake, my pain threshold was a lot higher. Sexual desire coupled with the endorphins released meant it took quite a spanking to make me feel really submissive. Punishment spankings were very different, I seemed to resist them more and I would be writhing in agony after only a few swats, yet I would be submissive and apologetic almost straightaway. In a way that’s why I craved the punishment ones back. I loved to feel his dominance and to bend to his will. It was the ultimate drug.

  He kissed and licked my bottom better and he widened my legs to kiss my clit. He said he could see pock marks where the tips of the birch had connected with my bottom.

  I grabbed onto the sheets, trying to steady myself as the tidal wave of an orgasm left me reeling. He thrust into me before I’d had a chance to touch or kiss his throbbing erection, pumping hard until I came again.

  “I’m very dirty today, too dirty to use the front door; I need to use the tradesman’s entrance. Get up on
all fours,” he said, probing my anus with his finger.

  My tummy did a flip of excitement as he squirted jelly on my anus and spread it with his gentle fingers, massaging the ultimate erogenous zone. By now, I’d come to see my bottom as just another source of pleasure and was no longer embarrassed or alarmed with how Michael used it. I knew I had to relax as he entered and after the initial resistance the bliss would come. I concentrated on the heavenly sensation in my clitoris as he massaged it adeptly. I tried to ignore the slight discomfort as he pushed in, slowly and carefully, trying not to get carried away in his desire. I backed onto him, assisting his entrance. Once he was there, he slowly moved in and out, back and forth, guided by my body’s rhythm as I acclimatised to the welcome invasion. Very soon I was rocking harder, inviting his thrusts. I climaxed again, a deep climax that went on and on, each movement of his just prolonging my pleasure, making my muscles clench to take him in deeper. It was naughty, dirty, and incredibly fucking sexy, and proved impossible for him to defy and he erupted almost against his will, leaving his sperm deep in that naughtiest of crevices. I cried out in pleasure as I came yet again from the sheer depth of his final thrust.

  “Oh, Michael, it’s really great to see you,” I told him as we lay in satisfied post-coital leisure.

  “You’re only after me for my body,” he chuckled happily.

  “That body? You must be joking,” I teased and I felt the sting of a slap on my buttocks. “Actually, it’s your hands.”

  “I want all of your body, every little bit of it,” he said, greedily drinking in my nakedness in its rosy after-sex glow. “You are as beautiful as ever, Siobhan Brennan.” While we were sharing a shower, I could see him harden again after the few days of deprivation. He went to the suitcase again. “Now, about controlling you by remote.”

  Michael pulled the love egg from his bag. He hit a button and the little egg hummed into life as he held it against my clitoris.

  I felt small waves of pleasure roll over me as I felt the gentle vibrations. I closed my eyes, giving myself up to the sensation when all of a sudden it became stronger, faster. He let me enjoy the sensation again until I was almost overflowing, then I felt a pulsing effect. Over and over until he had tested my reactions to all settings, he watched and learned what I liked, but controlled it so I couldn’t come.

  “I love this toy!” he said wickedly.

  I felt him push it inside and he toyed with each setting again. Although less intense than on the clitoris, it was still quite a sensation. Finally, as I was almost numb from desperation, he allowed me to relax into a steady vibration and he fingered my clitoris gently until my muscles tensed and exploded like an overstretched elastic band. His cock was rock hard, standing to attention, and I went down on him mercilessly, seeking revenge. I licked and sucked and watched his body tense in desperation. Then I stopped, kissed him and gently stroked his shaft. As the peak of the wave passed over him, I brought him back to the edge again. Again I stopped. He was begging now, but I was just as merciless as he had been. I pulled the length of his shaft expertly with my hand, kissing and sucking the tip of his penis, and he tried to push my head down onto him more. I pulled away.

  “If you don’t lie still, I’ll stop,” I warned.

  He gave into my evil desires and finally, when he thought he could take no more, he shot like a volcano of molten lava into my mouth. We lay and dozed for a little while until I woke up famished with the hunger at six.

  “Come on. Let’s go get some reheats,” I said to my drowsy man.

  We took yet another shower, this time too sated even to grope one another, and dressed quickly. I texted Mam to say we were on the way and make sure it would be ok to come for food. When we arrived, you could see Dad was almost determined to dislike Michael. His very proper English manners made Dad distrust him more, but I gave him my dirtiest look and he tried to hide it for my sake. Mam had the table set and all the family were there for the customary reheats, including grandparents who weren’t missing this opportunity to interview my new man and check out his intentions.

  Michael wasn’t used to the hustle and bustle of a big family, having been an only child shared among four parents. Initially he was shocked at our ways, all teasing and gently deriding each other, but he soon learned it was done in good spirit. He relaxed a bit as we talked about the various scrapes we had gotten into and helped each other out of. I knew he could see Dad watching him, waiting for him to slip up. But Michael decided wisely that the best thing was to ignore it. He seemed to be more wary of Mam, as if he didn’t trust her gentle smiles.

  “Shiv tells me you are going to teach me to surf,” he said, addressing Dad, deciding not to be cowed down.

  “If you’re up for it,” Dad challenged.

  Michael took a chance. “Do you still drown Englishmen in these parts?” he asked. smiling. His call was a good one. Dad’s smile finally reached his eyes as he replied,

  “No. we gave that up years ago.”

  “Ok, I’m willing in that case, but you’ll have your work cut out. I’ve had a couple of lessons and I’m crap,” he said self-deprecatingly. I saw Dad relax and squeezed Michael’s hand appreciatively. Once the ice was broken with the English quip, Michael became fair game for the two younger girls to tease and a couple of hours passed quickly until I decided it was time to head for the hotel.

  “We’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to Dad, “surfing at half past twelve ok?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” he said, “looking forward to it,” and I actually felt that he meant it.

  “See you tomorrow, Michael,” he said, extending his hand for a warm handshake.

  “Well, that went well,” I commented as we got in the car, “you’ve fairly soft-soaped Dad.”

  “Your dad is only looking out for you,” Michael said. “Essentially, both he and I want the same thing—to see you happy. He’s a good father and he’ll do what he can to protect you. It’s your mother I’m not so sure about. I mean, I can see she loves you dearly, but she has deeper reservations.”

  “What makes you say that?” I asked, stunned by his intuition. I had been thinking pretty much the same thing. Dad was much more open than I had expected, but by the same token, Mam had been much more reserved.

  “I don’t know; she was warm and hospitable and very welcoming, but I sense she’d rather I wasn’t around,” Michael mused.

  “I think she just feels I’m too young to settle down yet. She married young and then had four children and for a number of years, life was tough for her. I suppose she gave up her career to look after us and Easkey didn’t have much to offer. She’ll come round in time.”

  “The girls and Niall are eating out of your hand,” I continued.

  “Ah, Niall was easy. I was telling him about my job in France. He is going to send a CV after college because we were always recruiting good graduates like him. The girls are just nice, open, uncomplicated teenagers up for a bit of a laugh,” Michael summarised. “And as for your grandparents, it’s their mission to marry you off before they die, so I was a welcome visitor.”

  Unbeknownst to Michael, I’d made my decision that night and before I went to sleep I switched my ring to my left hand. I didn’t tell him; I wanted him to discover it for himself. We made love slowly and affectionately before going to sleep, too tired for any fireworks, but glad enough in our reunion to want to share our love.

  Hunger woke me early the next morning and I was eager to get back to Easkey, as I’d only managed to get out on the waves once, and I’d blown Pauric off the previous day. I woke Michael with a kiss.

  “Hi, sleepyhead,” I said, putting my arms around him. Every morning I woke up beside him. I was grateful to God for this wonderful man by my side. In appreciation, I slipped my hand down towards his crotch, finding him ready and waiting.

  He pinned me down. “No! I’m in control this morning,” he said gruffly.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  I managed to slip his
grasp, knocking him down on the bed. A scuffle ensued as we battled for supremacy. Michael triumphed as usual, his bigger size an unfair advantage. I loved fighting him like this; he always won, but it left both of us hot and horny. We were panting and excited from the power struggle as he lifted my two legs up in the air and spanked my bottom hard several times.

  “Who’s in charge now?” he asked as he watched my pussy flooding.

  “I‘ve a great view from this angle,” he said sexily, his eyes becoming two dark slits. “I’m going to fuck you exactly this way.”

  I arched my back ready to meet him, hungry for his throbbing cock. He roughly widened my legs and shoved himself hard into me. I gasped. He felt so deep, it almost hurt. He thrust harder and harder, looking intently into my eyes.

  “You - are - one – hell - of - a - sexy - woman,” he pronounced each word through gritted teeth as he fucked me as hard as he could, one word per thrust.

  I felt myself tense as he pumped and I moved to meet his movements. He wrapped my legs around his neck, freeing his hands so that he could pull roughly at my nipples. Shit, the hotwire effect as per usual, my nipples spoke directly to my groin and I went into free-fall. As I moaned, nearing frenzy, he grabbed my hair and tugged roughly. I was sent into oblivion with the urgency of his need and the sense of being dominated. We came together with an animal savagery. We were Adam and Eve rediscovering the Garden of Eden after they bit of the forbidden fruit.

  “You amaze, Shiv,” he said, full of awe. “I think you once told me you were frigid. But every day I thank the god who sent me this sexual goddess.”

  “I think you once told me it was the stud,” I retorted. “This one seems to suit me very well. I might have to keep it.”

  Even still he hadn’t noticed I’d switched my ring and I wasn’t telling him. So much for watching out for the switch every day! We went down to breakfast and checked out. I drove along the winding tree-lined country roads to Easkey expertly, shifting gears up and down, and I had to keep my hand on the gear stick due to the frequency of the changes.