by Carl Hamlin
“The question is, Macie, do YOU think you deserve all this?” “WHACK!”
Macie looked ahead, refusing to look at him. “Never mind. I may never sit again.” “WHACK!” “WHACK!” “WHACK!
“So, you’re not going to answer?” “WHACK!.” “YEEOUCH!”
“No!” “WHACK!” “OOOWWW!”
“WHACK!” “YES!”
Eric began to softly caress the dark red bottom that was in raging, stinging pain.
Macie broke out into a full, sobbing fit of crying. The sting had become more than she could bear with any pretense of bravery. Eric continued the caressing until she got herself back under control.
Macie finally managed to speak. “Are we finished yet?”
Eric’s hand ceased its circling motions. “No. Does that surprise you?”
Macie sighed, now having her breathing interrupted by occasional sobs. “No…..not at all. “ She looked back. “I want to sit up for a minute. Would that be okay?” Eric helped her sit up so she could kneel next to him and look directly at him.
Macie rubbed her bottom and wiped away tears as she spoke. “Eric……I never meant for any of this to happen. I guess I wanted to impress you and show you what I was capable of. I wanted to investigate Clemons and present you with this surprise package if information.”
Eric closed his eyes and shook his head. “You were flirting with danger. This man had already hurt several people through arson and sabotaging trees to be harvested by innocent loggers. Not only was he planning more bombing, he had one with him, ready to go.”
Macie began to cry again. “I didn’t think he would catch on to me following him.”
Eric was becoming more impatient with her lack of understanding of the risk she had faced.
“Macie…..this guy was a wanted man. He was well practiced at looking over his shoulder and watching for people following him. The F.B.I. had been on his trail for three years. He could not have stayed out of their grasp for that long without being good at evasion.’
“Macie…..you put everything in danger. The best thing that happened to us was when Clemons backed out of that lobbying contract. Can you imagine what havoc would have broken loose for the two of us if you would have ended up working with him and then not told me about him? Can you say with all certainty that you would have told me then, and not tried playing detective all by yourself?”
Macie looked down. “When I went to Fairfax, I was just thinking about what an opportunity it would have been to gather some more information about him.”
“Someone would have made the connection. The Bureau would have traced his activities over the past months and gotten into his financial records. That’s all it would have taken. We would have been ruined. I would have been fired for divulging confidential information to you, and the irony is that I did that to keep you safe and alert. You would have been charged with federal counts of obstruction of justice.”
Macie shook her head and whistled.
Eric gently grasped her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. “All that kept us from disaster was just sheer luck.”
Eric ran his fingers through her hair, and then held the hairbrush in front of her. “Do you understand why we’re not done with this yet?”
Macie nodded, and then leaned forward so that Eric could place her back across his knees. Once again, she felt the shirt pushed up on her back, and once again, she felt the brush placed on the center of the still sizzling bottom as Eric took aim.
The paddling resumed, but with the hairbrush traveling with increased velocity compared to before. The sounds of impact of the first ten smacks were louder and more unsettling, the sting enhanced, but the sense of paying a penalty for bad choices was clear and unquestioned.
Macie was crying outwardly again. Eric paused with the brush again pressed against the red, burning flesh. “Don’t ever take a chance like that again.” The final ten loud cracks filled the room interspersed with Macie’s squeals and yelps.
Macie looked up through teary eyes and saw that the brush was finally resting on the sofa in front of her. She remained across Eric’s lap as he ran his hand over her back and the dark red bottom that was now radiating heat. It took a few minutes for her crying to subside and for her to be able to speak calmly. When she did speak, it was in a whisper, but Eric could hear the words clearly: “I love you, Eric. Don’t ever stop looking out for me.”
Finally, she began to rise, and Eric took her by the arm and helped her up. She buried her face in his chest and the tears again began flowing freely as he held her tightly.
After several more minutes of silence unbroken aside fro the occasional soft sob, Macie curled up on the sofa with her head on Eric’s lap. Eric stroked her back and shoulder and ran his fingers through her hair, and when their hands met, their fingers intertwined.
Eric was fatigued from a lack of sleep. Macie was emotionally exhausted and, as she had all her life, became sleepy after having had a good cry. Even the searing sting that lingered could not prevent her from nodding off. Soon, both were dozing, Macie still curled up with her head on Eric’s lap.
After nearly an hour, Eric woke. He began to caress Macie’s lower back, and then allowed his hand to drift to her partially covered bottom. She stirred when his hand drifted across the sore, warm area, but it seemed to soothe her, and she wriggled and purred in response.
Macie turned slightly, and then playfully bit at what was now becoming rigid and poking her in the back of the head. Eric reclined on the spacious sofa, and Macie climbed on top of him, before they settled into a long lingering kiss as Eric pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
Two months after the arrest of Clemons and unforgettable afternoon on the sofa with Eric, Macie was jogging on a Saturday afternoon a block from their apartment building. She had a headset radio on, listening to a jazz station but had the volume low enough to hear any traffic sounds.
Looking ahead, she saw a cluster of four young men watching her approach. Without missing a step, she looked for traffic and jogged across the street.
She reached into her waist pack and placed her hand on the mace canister to have it at ready. As she ran past the watching men, she made an obvious show of reaching into the pack. As she went by, she stared at them, and their own gazes turned away.
She laughed to herself, thinking of how she would tell Eric of her vigilance. She patted herself on the bottom, and then continues running, looking around as she traversed the final four blocks of her run.
Eric would be home from the office upon her arrival. She would take a leisurely shower, and then see what pleasant mischief she could initiate. This time her exit from the shower would be much less eventful than another she would always remember.
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CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
