Welcome To Corbin's Bend

by Thianna D

  Zach loved this stance and Erin knew it. His wife kneeling on the bed, waiting for him to take her from behind. Her well spanked, pink bottom high in the air and her lips, spread open for him with her own fingers, slick and shining with desire. She wanted him, he could see the need, the pleading in her eyes. His Erin wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to give herself to him and feel his pleasure as he exploded inside her.

  “My beautiful Erin,” he said, as he slid inside her. A mixed wave of pleasure and relief washed through him as her soft warmth encompassed him. It felt like her body was drawing him back in with every thrust.

  “Zach,” she whimpered.

  She was dripping and her small hand reached back to touch his thigh as he pounded into her, no longer able to control himself. He could feel her muscles stiffening.

  “Now!” she almost growled.

  As her top half sagged on to the bed he held her bottom tight, and came with her. The most glorious feeling on earth was when they reached their peak at the same time. It was like their souls met for a precious few seconds in heaven.

  Zach lay sideways on the bed with his wife in his arms, and slipped a hand to rest between her legs. He loved to feel the muscles of her inner thighs as they twitched with tiny aftershocks.

  “The girls will be home any minute,” she said sleepily.

  “I’ll go wait for them and tell them to get ready to go out.” He kissed his wife’s shoulder knowing she would nap for a few minutes more before moving.

  “That’s right, dinner. Where do you want to go?” Erin forced her eyes to blink open.

  “You choose.”

  “The girls love Endelé.”

  “Endelé it is.”

  “You look lovely,” Zach said as his wife put the finishing touches on her makeup.

  “Thank you. I bet the girls were over the moon.”

  “Mostly.”

  Erin spun around, worried that something had happened at the park. Although the girls were perfectly safe to move around on their own in this community, it was hard to lose that back of the mind fear that something might happen. She never would have let her girls go to the park by themselves in the city. “They okay?”

  “Fine,” Zach said, rubbing her shoulders. “Avvy’s just having a slight crisis of fashion. Apparently it is a very difficult thing to complete an ensemble without jewelry.”

  “Oh thank God that’s all it is.” Erin started to put her own earrings in and stopped. “Maybe we could just let her wear a bracelet or her locket?”

  “No. She’s being punished. She’s lucky she’s not grounded or we wouldn’t be going.”

  “You’re right. She has to learn to follow rules.”

  “Exactly.” He kissed his wife and then pulled off the shirt and pants he’d popped on to go and wait for the girls. “I’ll be five minutes.”

  “I’ll go and see if they’re ready.” Erin enjoyed watching her naked husband retreat to the bathroom. She could see his reflection in her makeup mirror as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. When she heard the shower turn on she got up to see to her children.

  Jordan was sitting on the couch, flicking through the TV channels. “You look pretty Mom.”

  “Thank you, baby, but you need to switch the set off and go get changed.”

  “I’m already changed. These were clean when I put them on to go to the playground.”

  “Exactly, you wore them to the playground.”

  “They’re not dirty,” Jordan said.

  Erin took the remote and switched off the television. “Go change.”

  “Okay,” The little girl said with a sigh.

  “Put on a dress.”

  “But Mexican is kind of casual, isn’t it?”

  “Dress, nice shoes, no flip-flops or sneakers.”

  With a dramatic sigh Jordan went to her room, dragging her feet all the way.

  Erin opened Avvy’s door slowly. “You nearly ready?”

  “Almost.”

  Her daughter had obviously been crying. “Are you okay?”

  “I asked Daddy if I could have my locket and he said no.”

  “A week is a week, Avvy,” Erin said, brushing her daughter’s hair out of her eyes. “It isn’t so bad. You don’t need jewelry to make you pretty.”

  “You’re wearing earrings.”

  “I know. I keep them to wear when I’m going out. If you had done that you’d be wearing yours, too.”

  “I know wearing them to school was a bit dumb, especially when Dad works at the school.”

  Erin tried not to smile and opted for changing the subject instead. “Can I help you with your hair?”

  “Yes please Mommy. Can we curl it?”

  Erin winced, her daughter’s hair was long and thick. “I don’t think we have time, but your own waves are so pretty. How about we just brush it all out again and use some pretty clips to keep it off your face.”

  “Okay,” Avery agreed to that. It was a special midweek treat to go out to eat and she was having her hair out. It was usually braided for most of the school week. “Which dress should I wear?”

  “The blue one brings out your pretty eyes.”

  “You really think so?”

  “I know so. Now slip it on so I can do your hair.” She looked at the fear in her daughter’s eyes. It was funny, other people saw Avvy as the confident one. She could be prissy and she did look in the mirror a lot, but that was more about looking to see what other people would see when they looked at her. The truly confident one was her younger sister. She didn’t over think things. Her flaw was that sometimes she didn’t think at all and that got her in trouble, a lot.

  “Don’t all my girls look beautiful tonight,” Zach said with a smile.

  Erin did her best to tame her youngest daughter’s long brown tresses. She had to smile at her choice of clothes. She had a black and white striped t-shirt dress, black tights and boots. All comfortable choices but she looked stunning, except for the hair. As soon as she was home from school it was out of the braids and a brush hardly ever touched it. “You have to brush your hair more often Jordie or keep it tied up.”

  “It likes to be free.”

  “Well one of these days it’ll be so free that it ends up on the beauty shop floor.” Erin squirted the knot she was working on with some untangling spray.

  “No! Not my hair,” Jordan protested. “I like my hair!”

  “I’ll start the car,” Zach said. “Come on, Avvy, you’re done. You can come with me.”

  Erin sighed with relief when she finally managed to comb out all the knots. “There you go, all done.” She would have loved to have pinned a black bow on her daughter’s pretty brown hair but she knew better, she would hate it and they didn’t have time for another fight. Besides, she was lucky that she wasn’t wrestling a baseball cap from the top of her head.

  “Hello there, table for four?”

  “Yes please Bernie,” Zach said. He followed the grey haired woman to the table she chose for them with his family not far behind.

  “Your waiter will be with you very soon,” she said as she passed them all a menu.

  They each ordered their food and Zach ordered a pitcher of Virgin Sangria and of course four glasses.

  “Any news?” Erin asked as they waited for the food to come. “How was the park?”

  “It was fun,” Avvy said, sipping on her cocktail. Bernie had seen that they were given proper cocktail glasses, and the waiter gave both the girls pink umbrellas.

  “What was fun about sitting on the bench talking?” Jordan said. “You didn’t even go on the slide or nothing.”

  “Anything,” Zach added, “and everyone gets to make their own fun. If Avvy finds talking to her friends fun, then she does.”

  “Don’t sound like much fun to me but then you might get dirty if you actually played something.”

  Avvy poked her tongue out. “You just like running because the boys were chasing you.”

  Jordan went r
ed. “We were playing tag!”

  Zach leaned in and spoke softly but firmly. “Out of the house manners please.”

  Erin almost laughed at the look on the girls’ faces. They listened to her to a point but when their daddy said please in that tone, they knew it meant, or else.

  “Sorry,” the girls chorused.

  “Which boys?” Zach mouthed to Erin behind his menu.

  “Maybe Buddy? Don’t know who else,” she mouthed back. The food arrived and they dropped the subject to eat.

  “I love this food,” Jordan said, taking a large bite of her chicken.

  “Me, too,” Avvy said.

  “Yeah it kind of tastes a bit like the chicken burritos you make Mom, but not really,” Jordan added.

  Erin smiled at Zach, who had to cover his mouth with a napkin. “I love your mother’s burritos,” he said finally when he’d finished his mouthful.

  “So do I,” Jordan said. “They’re just different.”

  “Who’s for dessert?” Zach asked when their plates had been taken away.

  “Me!” Jordan said with a grin.

  “Me, too,” Avvy added.

  “I think I’ll have the flan,” Erin said, passing the dessert menu to her husband.

  “Deep fried ice cream definitely. Girls?” He chuckled when they both turned down the chance to look at the menu.

  “Banana split please!” Jordan said with a grin.

  “Me, too,” Avvy said.

  “Can I have your cherry?” Jordan asked.

  “Sure,” Avvy agreed, their early difference forgotten.

  “I have some news,” Erin said as she swallowed her first mouthful of creamy sweet goodness. All eyes were on her, she never had any news, a fact that dawned on her. Perhaps it was time she started living again. She was only twenty-nine years old. She should have a life that was bursting with news. “Next week, some folks are coming to dinner at our house.”

  “Like a party?” Avvy asked excitedly. “Can my friends come?”

  “Honey, it’s more like an adult party.”

  “Well who will be coming?” Jordan asked.

  “Neighbors. I’m not sure exactly who just yet but I just wanted to tell you my exciting news.”

  Zach smiled and took her hand. “Your news is great.”

  “What do adults do at a party anyway besides eat?” Jordan asked.

  “They talk,” Erin said.

  Avery turned and grinned at her sister. “So talking isn’t boring?”

  “Depends what you’re talking about,” Jordan said, poking out her tongue for good measure.

  “And that’s our cue to go,” Zach said, raising his hand for the check.

  “Thank you, Miss Burnie,” Jordan said as the hostess saw them out.

  “Thank you, Miss Burnie,” Avvy added. “Can I take my umbrella?”

  “Sure you can, honey,” Burnie said with a smile. She handed each of the girls a lollipop. “Hope you come back and see us real soon.”

  “We will, for sure,” Erin said. “Thanks.”

  “Thank you, Bernie,” Zach said with a nod and the family left.

  “I hear you went out for dinner last night,” Diana said happily when she met with Erin the next day to talk about the dinner party.

  “Uh-huh. It was nice to have a family night out. It was a reward of sorts for me, you know, calling you.” Her face flushed a little pink.

  “I see.” She grinned. “Zach worried that you wouldn’t, but it isn’t easy for the head of house sometimes. He’d already spanked you once and he was hoping to avoid another punishment so soon.”

  “He told you he punished me?” Erin’s face had gone from slightly pink to red-hot within minutes. She felt like she was having a hot flash.

  “He confided in us. Nothing he, or you for that matter, tells us will go past us, unless you want it that way. We’re here to help.”

  “Okay, if you say so. It just seems like it’s private that’s all.”

  “It is private, just between the four of us.” She smiled. “And maybe Brent if we were worried about something.”

  “Oh my goodness.”

  “He’s the head of this place. Erin, you don’t need to feel embarrassed here about anything. That’s why you moved here. That’s why everyone moved here.”

  “I know. I’m trying to get my head around that. I never thought I was a prude, you know? I mean, I’m not but when I hear bottoms being spanked in the middle of the afternoon when I go for a walk to fetch my kids from the park or when I see someone get swatted in public, it makes me feel funny like I’m a voyeur or something.”

  “There’s a little voyeur in all of us, Erin, I think, but I wouldn’t worry too much about people getting spanked. It’s what we do. These houses are soundproofed so if they didn’t want you to hear, you wouldn’t. Maybe it’s their thing. Either it turns them on or maybe a little humiliation is part of their punishment.”

  “I’ve never thought about it that way.”

  “See, that’s why it’s good to talk about things with your mentor, because they can help you look at things the way they are and not worry about what they might be.”

  “That’s true.”

  “So I bet going out to dinner wasn’t the only reward you got?” Diana said with a grin.

  “Diana!”

  “Well, just saying, I know how Rick rewards me when I’m good.”

  “Do people here have no inhibitions?”

  “Not so you’d notice. Not about spanking anyway.”

  Erin smiled. She was starting to like this woman. Her light way of looking at things made her feel lighter, like she wasn’t carrying such a load.

  “We really should get on with these preparations. Here’s a list of people I think would be perfect.”

  Erin took the list and skimmed through it. A couple of the names seemed familiar, although she wasn’t friends with any of them. If Diana thought these were the best candidates she was happy to go along with that. There were five couples, so with Diana and Rick, herself and Zach, that was dinner for fourteen and the girls would be there, too. Sixteen. Holy shit. She couldn’t remember ever cooking for that many people.

  “I think you’ll know some of them or at least know of them,” Diana went on, pointing to people on the list. “Jen is a stay at home Mom like you, she’s thirty and Brock her husband, is a firefighter. Works in the next town, he’s thirty-two and the head of their house.”

  “I’ve seen her around at school, I haven’t really had a lot to do with her. Her boy looks about a year younger than Jordan and her daughter is older than Avery.” Erin pointed to a name on the list. “I know that Carol has a little girl in Avery’s class, though.”

  “That’s right, Brianna, that’s one of the reasons I chose Carol. That and she’s nice. Very laid back. She’s about your age, her partner Crystal is a little older. She’s thirty-four and the head of their house. They’re friends with Jen and Brock, Crystal is also a firefighter.”

  “They’re gay?” Erin hadn’t realized. She had just assumed that Carol had a husband somewhere.

  “Yes, that doesn’t bother you, does it?”

  “No, of course not!” She hadn’t meant it to come out like that.

  “Good. Because there’s another gay couple as well. Jonathon and Benjamin. Jonathon is...”

  “Brent’s secretary. He’s lovely. I don’t know him, know him but I’ve spoken to him whenever we’ve needed Brent. I don’t think I’ve ever met his partner though.”

  “He’s military, away a lot. Unless Benjamin gets home before then I think Jonathon might have to come alone. We try to include him when Ben is away, he needs to get out and he’s fun.”

  “Good choice,” Erin said with a smile. She was liking the idea of this more and more.

  “Brent’s not on the list.”

  “No, unfortunately he and Char are away that weekend.”

  “Oh, okay. Who’s next?”

  “Bethany and Kirk.” Bethany is a
twenty-eight year old high school teacher and Kirk is in his early thirties. He’s a lawyer. They live together and live the lifestyle.

  “No children?”

  “Not yet,” Diana said. “The final couple is Brittany and Trevor. Another couple that live together and have a head of house.”

  “That would be Trevor?”

  “Uh-huh. He’s thirty-one and a physical therapist. Brittany is thirty-four. She’s a personal therapist. That’s about it. Any questions?”

  “What the heck do I feed all these people?”

  “Oh, honey, don’t panic about the food. Why don’t we change our original idea of a grill and do a pot luck dinner?”

  “Won’t people be insulted that I asked them to dinner and asked them to bring their own food?”

  “Would you be?”

  “No.” When Erin thought about it, she realized it made sense to do it that way and she’d be only too pleased to take a dish to someone’s house. “Ok then, let’s do that.”

  “All we have to do is invite people,” Diana said with a beaming smile.

  “My girls will be here, until bedtime, of course.”

  “Of course. I’m sure everyone will love them.”

  Chapter 4

  Zach sipped his morning coffee and gave the paper a shake to remove the wrinkles. He could hear his wife’s heavy breathing from the other side of the kitchen counter and he could tell she was none too pleased with whatever had just come out of the oven. He waited and as he expected, the next sound was clang after clang as various cooking implements were tossed into the sink.

  “I can’t cook anymore. That’s all. I’ve tried. No recipe comes out looking like they do in the picture.”

  “The photos of the food in those recipes are probably fake or been airbrushed.”

  “Or maybe I’m just not a very good cook!” Erin said as she threw the dessert into the trash and then the offending cake pan into the sink.

  Zach looked over the top of his paper. “Stop that.”

  “Stop what?” Erin said, not quite managing to keep the edge from her voice.