Capitol Punishment

by Carl Hamlin

  Capitol Punishment

  By

  Carl Hamlin

  ©2012 by Blushing Books® and Carl Hamlin

  Copyright © 2012 by Blushing Books® and Carl Hamlin

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  Capitol Punishment

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  Wanting a place to spend more intimate time together, the couple buys an old cabin. While cleaning out a closet Bridget’s bad attitude combined with her careless handling of an old shotgun leads Jed to decide it is time to deal with his wife much more firmly, starting with a good, hard bare bottom spanking.

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  CAPITOL PUNISHMENT

  By

  CARL HAMLIN

  ©2012 by Blushing Books® and CARL HAMLIN

  CHAPTER ONE

  Macie Lowden gazed contentedly through the large window of the fashionable fifth-floor studio apartment. In the far distance, the lighted dome of the U.S. Capitol Building glowed gently at midnight like a tiny bulb on a strand of Christmas tree lights. Even though it was more than a mile away, it was a peaceful and calming sight. Aside from the love she felt for her country, the Capitol Building was also familiar territory and its workings very central to the professions of both she and her husband.

  The moonlight shown upon her petite nude form. She was like a fine sculpture, with curving hips and full breasts. Her legs were shapely and usually drew a man’s immediate and rapt attention when she was in a dress, skirt or shorts. Men walking down the street behind her could not help but be appreciative of the shape of her bottom.

  She turned away from the window as she padded silently back to take her place once again in the large bed where her husband, Eric Lowden slept. The husband had been exhausted from a long and stressful day at his job, but was finally released from his tensions by a particularly rigorous session of lovemaking. Macie had learned immediately in the new marriage how to summon the instinct to bring about the excitement and creativity that made sparks fly. In any case, no matter how tired Eric was, the prospect of having sex with Macie would cause him to call upon his reserve of energy. Early in their relationship, he had found that Macie energized his carnal desires and his imagination unlike anyone else he had ever met.

  Macie returned to the disheveled bed and lay on her stomach next to her husband, his six-foot athletic frame ten inches taller than hers. She was also quite spent, both physically and emotionally. Macie had never before had a lover, but she was pleased to be the recipient of so much passion and energy in bed.

  His hands must have touched every square inch of her body, and his lips and tongue must have as well. Macie, in turn, always allowed herself to be uninhibited and nearly frantic in the course of their lovemaking.

>   Even for this couple, it was an exceptionally animated romp. She smiled as she gazed at her sleeping husband, knowing that she could have used an additional bit of toe-curling , but he had left the apartment that morning at 4:00 A.M., and his day had included a round-trip flight to and from Boston to attend a two-hour meeting. It was a typically trying day for the thirty-nine year old security analyst for the Department of Homeland Security. Of course, Macie was pleased that her husband’s stamina in bed matched that he displayed in his work. Their hectic and often unpredictable working hours had trained them to seize an opportunity for some mattress mischief on the spur of the moment. Both found the necessary spontaneity a turn-on.

  Macie, twelve years Eric’s junior, had been a mid-level staffer for an Ohio Congressman when she brought coffee to the legislator at the opening of a morning hearing in the House of Representatives. Macie had never before laid eyes on the man who had been asked to testify before the committee the Congressman chaired. Her boss was preparing to question Eric about a report he had submitted on domestic terrorism. Macie’s job that morning was to be at the Congressman’s beck and call.

  Macie had heard her boss speak favorably of Eric earlier in the morning. He had previously been an assistant to the former occupant of his position. However, his insights had been put into a summary and had caught the attention of several members of Congress. In spite of his prior lack of exposure, he had been asked to appear and brief lawmakers on the information he had already presented in written form. Certainly, his appearance at the hearing was a boost for his resume.

  Macie was so busy being careful to not spill the coffee while also bringing the briefcase to the absent-minded lawmaker, she did not look around to see who else was present. She had accompanied the Congressman to many such hearings, and there was no indication that this one would be an event of note.

  Although it was a cold January morning, and she would have preferred to have been in a warm corduroy pantsuit, she was decked out in a black shift, the type of conservative but attractive garb she typically chose to wear on hearing days. Many of the sessions were broadcast live on C-Span, and she decided that black was always a safe choice. Sometimes her face would appear on camera when the Congressman was speaking. There were also instances in which he would be gone from his chair to take a call, and Macie would be very visible.

  Still concentrating on insuring the Congressman was ready, she picked up the coffee cup from where she had placed it on the floor next to her feet. She still was focused liked a laser on her duties.

  However, when Macie leaned down to set the coffee in front of the Congressman, she looked up to see the handsome young analyst looking at her. Her dress had a scooped neckline, and she was no doubt providing more than a slight glimpse of cleavage.

  The coffee was safely on the table next to the gavel, and Macie felt the usual sense of relief that she had not spilled hot coffee on a United States Representative. The coffee was now in his custody, and should it be knocked over as he was making a point in his animated fashion, it would not be the first time. The Congressman did not know that Macie always carried a couple of paper towels in her purse, simply to be prepared in the event he once again became too excited.

  As she stood up, she looked again in the direction of the hunky witness for the morning. Their eyes met and they each smiled. She froze in place for a moment and unconsciously brushed her hair from her face.

  She shook her head to bring herself back to the duties at hand. She stepped behind the Congressman to lower herself onto the chair where she always sat at the ready to assist him. She had the Congressman’s briefcase at her side. Earlier, she had stuffed it with any possible documents or references he may possibly request.

  Often she would struggle to stay focused and alert during such a hearing. The recent questioning of a witness on the matter of border enforcement so lulled her into boredom that she nearly nodded off. However, that would not happen on this day. She was fully entranced by the presence of this particular witness. This fellow could have been testifying on crop subsidies or inheritance taxes. He still would have been the focus of Macie’s unwavering attention.

  Macie watched as her boss brought the hearing to order. He went through the ritual of introducing the witness to the five committee members present, and then set about reviewing the topic to be discussed. Next, he went over the ground rules for the process of asking questions of the handsome analyst.

  The questions from the Chairman were not at all hostile. After all, Macie’s boss had called this particular man in to present testimony that would help to bolster his argument for enhancements in tracking the underground trade in explosives and substances that could be used to produce bombs.

  Macie was impressed with the analyst’s poise and knowledge. He spoke in detail of the evolution of domestic terrorism over the past decade. When another member of the panel took a turn questioning him, he was obviously trying to refute the point being made by Macie’s boss. However, the young analyst responded to the harassing tone by being patient and good-natured. Eric even took pains to compliment his inquisitor on the insightful nature of the many questions being asked at a pace impossible to answer fully.

  Even though she typically did little more than sit quietly behind the Congressman, the mere presence of the television cameras made her somewhat nervous. She knew that the audience was usually sparse, and that those who were watching would be focusing on the people lining the table, not those nameless assistants sitting behind them. Still, she was impressed that this interesting witness seemed oblivious to being on camera.

  After ninety minutes of testimony and questions, the analyst seemed totally unfazed by the experience. As soon as he was dismissed, followed immediately by the adjournment of the hearing, he looked over to insure that the young woman who had captured his own attention was still present. Eric Lowden made it a point to remain behind after the hearing to introduce himself to the fetching little aide with the shoulder-length, brown hair and outstanding figure.

  He was immediately physically attracted to her. For her part, Macie could not stop looking back at the lean and muscular man who appeared to be born to wear a suit to perfection. She even liked the shock of somewhat unruly blonde hair that seemed to struggle to stay on place as he spoke and brushed locks away from his forehead.

  He approached Macie with a confident but friendly bearing and put out his hand. “I don’t think we’ve met before……Eric Lowden.”

  Macie found herself gulping. “Macie Edgar. Nice to meet you, Eric.”

  Macie cocked her head toward the departing Congressman. “I think my boss was pleased with everything you had to say.”

  Eric laughed. “I hope so. I really like and respect the Congressman. But I knew that Representative Martin was going to go after me.”

  Macie laughed. “You handled that well. I’ve seen him really rattle some folks.”

  Eric laughed. “I try not the show it……but I really do get quite nervous talking to Members of Congress. After all, they control the purse strings.”

  Macie nodded. “You seem to enjoy your work.”

  Eric smiled and gestured to the now emptying hearing room. “It would be hard for me to ever cease to enjoy all of this. I feel very fortunate to have this job.”

  Macie noticed that Eric suddenly seemed hesitant. “Macie….are you free for lunch. That is……if you would allow me to…….”.

  Macie smiled widely. “That would be nice. I would like that.” Macie felt her face flush, and surprised herself at how quickly she had accepted the invitation.

  They made their way to one of the diners in the building, reliving and laughing about some of the livelier moments of the hearing. They took a table away from the crowd and began to exchange stories of how each had come to work for the federal government.

  Eric was from New York, and his parents had both been staffers for a large foundation that funded medical research. He had spent more time that he cared to in Manhattan, and
met many powerful people at the side of his parents.

  His family was not extravagantly wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but they were comfortable. On the other hand, they were usually in contact with the powerful and affluent, so Eric was not at all in awe of the elected and appointed officials who were now his ongoing contacts.

  Eric had attended a private school and done well. With his parents’ connections and his grades, he had obtained an Ivy League education. He had been presented many options in life, but to his family’s consternation, he decided to earn a degree in criminal justice. That was followed by a graduate degree in public administration.

  Right out of college, he had been hired for a low-level position in the Department of Justice, serving as a field investigator. He was not a cop, and did not carry gun in that position. He was simply sent out into the field to gather information and interview people involved in a case or lawsuit.

  He had served in that position for five years before he was assigned to be a supervisor over his unit. He stayed there for five years, and then decided to pursue the job of an analyst in the Department of Homeland Security. He stood out from his peers, and his superiors knew it was only a matter of time before he would rise in that organization. He knew it as well. He was not an arrogant man, but he worked hard and he was proficient.

  Macie had come from the same small Ohio city as her boss, and had served as a babysitter for his grandson. She had come to the Capitol as a Congressional Page to earn money and experience while pursuing a degree in political science, then a masters in business administration. In contrast to Eric’s blueblood education, she studied at public universities.