“There was certainly a good turnout for mine.”
“I think lots of the people who were there today were people who were at the fundraiser where you flared up.”
“Erin and Carol were there, weren’t they?”
“Yes, they were.”
“Do you think they’ll have forgiven me for the way I behaved now that they’ve seen me spanked?”
Logan chuckled. “I don’t think that either Erin or Carol would have any problem with forgiving you, Kirsty. They’re the friendliest, most understanding women you could hope to meet. Plus they’ve both been there.”
“Well yeah, I know they’re both Taken In Hand. I guess they’ve been spanked before.”
“No, I mean they had their own public discipline session a few years back. There were four of them, Erin and Carol included. They were all publically spanked after they were picked up by the police for smoking cannabis in a public place.”
Kirsty looked at Logan wide-eyed. “You’re having me on,” she said.
“No. Carol told me about it.”
“Smoking cannabis, huh? Maybe they’re not such Stepford Wives after all.”
“I doubt they did it again after that. But you see, people understand. People make mistakes and they get punished. That’s how it works here.”
“And then everyone can move on with their lives?”
“Exactly. I guess it’s like any punishment spanking. They wanted to see that the spanking had been administered and that you’d been punished properly so they could put it behind them and move forward. They saw you take those thirty swats in front of everybody.”
“Thirty-one,” Kirsty mumbled.
“Yeah, thirty-one. Sorry about that.”
“S’Okay. You made up for it on the rest.”
“That’s the other reason a lot of people go. I reckon, there are plenty of experts on spanking in this community. They want to make sure that a spanking is delivered properly. It’s not just about making sure that the spanks are hard enough. They want to know that they’re not too hard either.”
“Really? You think someone would have stepped in if you’d gone too hard on me?”
“Definitely. You are supposed to be punished not seriously injured.”
Kirsty snorted. “You don’t think those are serious injuries?”
“Not serious, no. You’re not going to be able to sit comfortably for a week, but you’ll heal. If there had been any danger of me doing you real damage, injuring a nerve or breaking the skin, you can bet one of the Heads of Household would have stepped in.”
“Do you think people come for erotic reasons? I mean before I got here, I read about the public spankings and thought they sounded kinda hot. I don’t think I think that now.”
“Maybe some people do. I don’t know. You’d think it would be sexy seeing you bent over and punished. But then I didn’t find it sexy at all. If anyone would, you’d think it would be me. I don’t think there’s a single person in Corbin’s Bend who could possibly find you and your ass quite as sexy as I do.”
“Why, thank you. I don’t feel very sexy tonight.”
“That’s okay. Tonight’s not a night for sexiness. Tonight’s a night for taking it easy and letting me take care of you. Hey, look who’s just woken up and realized you’re here.”
Jinx padded into the living room. Kirsty didn’t shift from her position face down on Logan’s couch, but she stretched out her arm and Jinx ran towards it, rubbing his cheek against her fingers and purring loudly.
“Thanks for doing that today, Logan. It must have been hard for you. I would have understood if you hadn’t wanted to do it. I would have taken the spanking from Brent or Charles or one of the others. But I’m glad it was you. I’m glad you cared enough to do it.”
“I’m glad you trusted me enough to let me,” said Logan, kissing her gently.
Chapter 7
Two days later, Kirsty started to look for work. Her bottom was still sore, but it had healed a lot in the couple of days since her public spanking. It didn’t hurt to walk anymore, although it was still difficult sitting on a hard chair for any length of time.
Before she looked elsewhere, Kirsty wanted to see if there were any job opportunities at either of Corbin Bend’s hairdressing salons. She knew which one she wanted to try first. Lorelei’s.
She had passed the crowded little salon several times before. It looked so different from the spacious, shiny salons she was used to. It had a cluttered homely feel to it with posters, paintings and postcards tacked up on every available wall surface.
She entered the tiny salon and looked around at the numerous pictures tacked up on the walls while she waited for someone to be available to speak to her.
They were clearly busy. The proprietor, Lorelei Lawson, was a big woman with long brown hair and an open friendly face.
Lorelei shouted over to her to let her know she’d be over to speak to her as soon as she could.
There were posters of models with impressive haircuts and posters for products which Kirsty would expect to see in any hairdressing salon. But in addition to that, Lorelei had covered the walls in a huge array of things. Seemingly anything that caught her eye. There were maps of Colorado and photos of the Rocky Mountains, art prints and copies of 1950s cartoons – mostly with a spanking theme. Kirsty was examining some postcards showing temples in the Philippines when Lorelei came over to her.
“Those were sent to me by my son, Ronnie. He’s travelling round the Far East,” said Lorelei.
“They look amazing,” said Kirsty.
“So you’re our British resident, huh? Kristy is it?”
“Kirsty.”
“Well, Kirsty, I hope you’re here to make an appointment because as you can see I’m rushed off my feet today and there’s no way I can fit you in for a haircut right now.”
“Actually, I’m here to see if you have any jobs available.”
Lorelei tilted her head to one side. “A job, huh? You done any hairdressing before, Kirsty?”
“I’ve got a NVQ Level 2 in Hairdressing and I’ve worked as a hairdresser for eight years.”
“Sounds good. How are your sweeping up skills?” Lorelei pointed beneath the chair where her client had been sitting to the pile of hair clippings.
Kirsty grinned. “My sweeping up skills are amazing. Seriously. They have to be seen to be believed. Just show me where your broom is.”
Lorelei laughed and pointed to a cupboard next to the sinks. “In there, Kirsty. Knock yourself out.”
Kirsty went to work at once, sweeping the floor and then tidying up generally as Lorelei welcomed her next client. The other hairdresser, a large black woman called Gail had just finished washing her client’s hair and guided her to her chair. “Hey, Kirsty, you think you could get Quincy here a drink?”
“Sure. What would you like to drink, Quincy?”
“A cup of coffee would be great. Thanks, Kirsty.”
Kirsty was surprised how much she enjoyed working. It was nice to be busy for a change. She swept and cleaned and made drinks and when Gail’s next customer arrived while she was still cutting Quincy’s hair, Kirsty was happy to take her through to the sinks and wash and condition her hair. She washed hair for all the customers after that and swept up after their haircuts were finished leaving Lorelei and Gail far more time to concentrate on styling their client’s hair.
“Mighty handy you turned up,” said Gail. “Lynette, our other stylist, took retirement last month and we’ve been run off our feet ever since.”
“Glad I could help out,” said Kirsty. And she meant it, too. Gail and Lorelei were great fun and the women who came in for hair appointments were all chatty and open. Kirsty had worried that people might still see her as the ‘problem girl’ who swore in front of everyone’s kids at the fundraiser. As it was, no one seemed to have a problem with her. She guessed that the fact half the town had seen her publically spanked for her misdemeanors a couple of days ago probably helped.
Of course being Corbin’s Bend, Lorelei’s had its own provision for customers who might have been on the receiving end of a spanking recently. The store cupboard contained a large selection of cushions which were supplied to any of the customers who might be finding it a bit uncomfortable to sit down for any length of time.
After the last customer had gone home and Gail had left for the day, Lorelei turned to Kirsty. “Well, Kirsty,” she said. “Thanks for all your help today. You’ve been great. You still interested in getting a job here? Because obviously I’ll pay you for today anyway if you’ve changed your mind.”
“Oh definitely! I’d love to work here. You know, if you could use me...”
“Well, I know you’re a hard worker. Now I guess we’d better do the second half of the interview.” Lorelei sat down on the stylist chair. “Right, I’m thinking I’m in the mood for a brand new hairstyle. Show me what you can do, Kirsty?”
“Sure thing. What kind of style did you have in mind?”
“Whatever you think. Surprise me.”
“Really? You’re just going to let me do anything I want with your hair? What if I go crazy and give you a Mohawk?”
“You think this old face of mine would suit a Mohawk, then you go right ahead.”
Kirsty didn’t give Lorelei a Mohawk. She decided to take as little as possible off the length, but to reduce the volume of Lorelei’s hair by introducing layers which framed her face and gave her hair a softer look. She used tongs to straighten her hair and give Lorelei and elegant wavy look.
Lorelei gave a low whistle when Kirsty was done. Kirsty was standing behind her holding the mirror so that Lorelei could see the back of her head. “Oh that’s nice. Gotta love a hairstyle that makes you feel five years younger and twenty pounds lighter. You got a real eye there, girl. When can you start?”
“Tomorrow?” suggested Kirsty, delighted.
“Tomorrow it is. See you here at nine.”
Kirsty was feeling slightly nervous for her first day of work and her nerves weren’t helped when she checked the appointment book and saw that Carol Bentley was booked in for a haircut that morning. She had been planning to visit both Erin and Carol and apologize to them for the things she had said at the fundraiser. They had really done nothing to deserve being spoken at like that and Kirsty was thoroughly ashamed of how rude she had been to them.
Well, it looked like she wasn’t going to need to make a special trip to apologize to Carol. She was going to have the opportunity to do it right here. Well, that has the potential to be awkward, she thought.
She had plenty to keep her busy until Carol’s appointment time, but she couldn’t help worrying about what she was going to say to her. Not that there was a lot she could say. “I’m sorry. I was an idiot,” would probably cover it.
When Kirsty saw Carol come in through the salon door, she headed straight over to speak to her.
“Oh, hi Kirsty,” said Carol, surprised. “You working here, now?”
“Yes. I just started today. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about those things I said at the fundraiser and how rude I’ve been to you.”
Carol waved away her apology. “Hey, it’s no problem, seriously. No offence taken. I’m sure I’ve said worse to people. God knows, you paid the price for it. I bet you’re still not sitting comfortably are you?” She gave Kirsty a wink.
Kirsty smiled sheepishly. “Not really. It’s a lot better than it was a couple of days ago though.”
“I’ll bet. I only got twenty swats with that awful paddle they use and that was still the worst spanking of my life. You got thirty. I seriously don’t envy you.”
“Thank you. I heard about your public spanking.”
“Yeah, my scandalous past always catches up with me,” she said, grinning.
“Do you want to come through and I’ll wash your hair, now?”
“Sure. So are you just washing hair or do you do haircuts as well?”
“I can cut hair. I’m a qualified hairdresser. I haven’t got any bookings yet.”
“Hey, Lorelei!” bellowed Carol across the shop. “You mind if I switch so Kirsty cuts my hair instead of you? I want to see what the new girl’s made of.”
Lorelei waved an arm towards Carol. “Sure, no problem,” she said. “Kirsty will take good care of you.”
The place where Kirsty had previously worked in London was a no-appointments-necessary salon near Liverpool Street Station. Her clients tended to be commuters and businessmen in a rush. There weren’t really any repeat bookings and Kirsty never really got the chance to get to know her customers.
It was a refreshing change to have her neighbors for customers, and she knew that she could count on repeat bookings if people liked her work.
Plus there really was nothing like the intimacy of the salon chair and the hairdresser to encourage conversation, she realized. She enjoyed chatting to Carol as she cut and styled her hair. She learned all about her Head of Household, Crystal and their daughter Brianna. Kirsty hadn’t even realized that Carol was gay which just showed how little attention she’d been paying. She really hadn’t been interested in anybody apart from herself. Well, and Logan, obviously. She couldn’t think why she had been so reluctant to join in. Talking to Carol had reminded how nice it was just to have someone to shoot the breeze with.
Carol had some great stories about things which had happened in Corbin’s Bend over the years. At one point, Kirsty had to stop cutting her hair because she was laughing too much to concentrate. There had certainly been a lot going on in this place, Kirsty realized.
Much to Kirsty’s relief, Carol was delighted with how Kirsty had cut and styled her medium length brown hair. Carol was her first paying customer, after all. And her job was all about word of mouth recommendations.
“You know,” said Kirsty, as Carol was leaving, “I still need to apologize to Erin about the way I spoke to her. When do you think would be a good time for me to go round and say ‘sorry’?”
“Hey, the girls are all coming round mine for a coffee tomorrow afternoon. Jen and Sienna will be there too. You’ll like them. Why don’t you come along?”
“I’ll have to check my work schedule first, but sure, I’d love to. Thanks so much.”
“No problem. Let me know. See you tomorrow.”
The following evening, Kirsty was in the best possible mood. “It was so great going round to Carol’s for coffee,” she told Logan as she brought her tea and his coffee into the living room. Logan was sitting on the couch still in the suit he wore to the office. “Erin was so cool about everything and Jen and Sienna are really nice. They asked me if I wanted to go and catch a movie with them next week.”
Logan smiled. “You’ve certainly gotten a lot more sociable. I like it. It makes you happy.”
“Yeah, well, it definitely suits me better I think. I’m never normally as unsociable as I was the first couple of months after I got to Corbin’s Bend. I just got into a cycle of assuming that people weren’t going to like me and deciding to ignore them first.”
“Sounds like a vicious circle,” said Logan.
“Yeah but a circle of ignoring people rather than viciousness. A reclusive circle.”
Kirsty placed their drinks on the side table and knelt down on the floor in front of where Logan was sitting.
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “And what are you doing down there, Kirsty?”
“Well, given that I’m in such a relaxed mood after my lovely afternoon and you’ve just had a stressful day at work, I thought I could do something nice for you.” She could see Logan was growing hard by the bulge in his suit pants. He looked pretty hot in a suit, Kirsty had to admit. She liked his casual jeans-and-hiking-boots look too, but there was something very arousing about a smartly dressed man. It certainly brought out her submissive side.
“Did you, now? Okay, then. Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She undid his fly and pulled out his erect coc
k. She looked at it for a moment, admiring its size and licked her lips. She leaned forward and took his length into her mouth. Logan grabbed hold of her hair with one hand, pulling it sharply. The pain of her hair being tugged at her scalp made tears spring to Kirsty’s eyes. It also made her incredibly turned on. She could feel her pussy become moist as she savored the feeling of Logan’s cock in her mouth. She pushed her head forward taking his cock all the way into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Logan let out a groan. Kirsty ran her tongue over the underside of his cock and then moved her head so that Logan’s cock slipped in and out of her mouth, slowly building up speed as Logan gripped her hair tighter and took control, rhythmically fucking her mouth as she stretched as wide as she could go, sucking his cock as it plunged deep into her mouth. He came suddenly with a loud groan and Kirsty drank down every drop as she took his load in her mouth.
Logan leaned back on the sofa, spent, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Have I ever told you how incredibly good you are at doing that?” he said.
“I think you mentioned it last time,” said Kirsty, getting up from her knees.
“Well, my opinion still stands,” said Logan. He leaned over and took his mug of just-warm-enough coffee from the side table and drank it down. “Urgh, your coffee-making skills are still terrible though, Kirsty. Seriously what do you do to it when you’re making it?”
“Huh, you can talk,” said Kirsty. “Your tea is pretty much undrinkable. I don’t think you steep the teabag so much as just wave it around in the general vicinity of the mug.”
“Yeah. That’s probably fair criticism. I think it’s because I can’t stand tea myself so I feel like I’m doing a favor by making it as weak as possible. So I guess my terrible tea making means it’s not okay to spank you for your bad coffee?”
“It wouldn’t be very fair, would it?”
“Ah well. Get your ass up here over my lap anyway. I’m sure I can come up with a legitimate reason to spank you in the next thirty seconds.”
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