“Well, then you’re just going to have to learn to be more organized and responsible about these things. The spanking you have coming will serve as a good reminder of that. Be here at six pm, Lannea, and don’t be late!”
Chapter 7
The minutes and hours passed by slowly, and Laney was grateful that she was at least able to keep busy with work. Getting all the seafood labeled and put away took her mind off of things for at least the first few hours.
However, once they opened for business, it was a whole different story. Every order that came in was custom. She swore she had never seen a day with so many orders for Red Bottom Rolls, or Naughty Girl Rolls, and it was a record setting order day for That’s Gonna Sting Rolls as well. For the first time ever she regretted giving the rolls cutesy spanking related names as each order that came in made her stomach turn in anticipation of the spanking she knew she had coming.
Her day was off to such a crappy start she totally forgot about her standing Wednesday lunch date with Terri until her friend was standing right in front of her.
“I’ll have a Good Girl Roll, and an Orgasm Roll please, Laney.” Terri’s shit eating grin and unusual order made Laney pause, but she plated up the order as well as two rolls for herself, and took her lunch.
“That’s not your usual.” Terri’s tone was suspicious and accusatory. Laney called it her “wife of a lawyer mode.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told her friend, trying to laugh it off.
Terri narrowed her eyes. “Laney, every week you have the exact same thing— an HOH Roll and a Fantasy Roll. Every damn week without fail. And then all of a sudden you come out with a Naughty Girl and a Rosy Red Roll. If you seriously think for one minute that I’m going to believe that there’s not a reason behind that— you don’t know me very well.”
“Well, a girl can change her mind every once in a while you know,” Laney said, glaring at her friend. “It is a woman’s prerogative, after all.”
“Oh okay,” Terri replied nonchalantly. “I just figured it had something to do with the hot new cop in town and the fact that your car was over at his house pretty late last night!” Terri’s voice ended in a squeal, and she winked at Laney across the table. “Spill it, girlfriend. I want full details. Who, What, Why, When and Where– all of it, and talk fast– I have a phone conference in one hour.”
Laney grimaced involuntarily. To be truthful, she wasn’t sure she wanted to talk about her situation with Josiah. For one thing it was just too new, and for another it was too unusual. She was afraid if she told anyone about their platonic arrangement, she would be judged or come off as desperate.
“It’s nothing, Terri. We’re just friends. He’s actually a pretty nice guy.” Laney settled for a half-truth, and hoped her friend would buy it, but Terri was like a dog with a bone.
“Uh, huh,” her friend deadpanned. “Laney, you may be outgoing and friendly on the outside, but I know you. It took you months to open up to me, and I saw you almost every day. The new guy has been here, for what, a whole week? And already, you’re such good friends that you’re at his house till almost midnight? I don’t believe that for a second. Now spill. The truth, please.”
Laney sighed. She should have known Terri wouldn’t fall for it. Her friend knew her much too well. At least, she told herself, it might be good to talk to someone, and work through some of the anxiety and second thoughts she was having. “Okay, fine,” she conceded. “But you have to promise me this stays between us.”
“I promise!” Terri’s reply was instant and emphatic.
Laney leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper. “So, it all started on Monday night when I had drinks with Julie…”
The doorbell rang at a quarter after six, and Josiah answered it immediately.
“You’re late. That’s going to cost you.” His voice was hard and his jaw was set. He watched as Laney’s eyes widened and her mouth formed an “o” of surprise.
“But, but, work was crazy today!” she whined, stepping forward into the house as he held the door open for her.
“And that’s fine, but you could have called or sent a quick text. It’s common courtesy, and apparently something you need to work on.”
She dropped her purse on the floor and glared at him. He stifled a laugh. She was a feisty one for sure, but he found that he kind of liked it.
“Listen, I didn’t have time!” She started to argue.
“You made a decision not to inform me that you were running late, and it was a bad one. You’re here to be punished for being late to work, and you chose to be late for your punishment as well. You can argue all you want, but your time management skills leave something to be desired.”
He watched her deflate as the will to argue left her. “Fine,” she huffed. “Can we just get this over with?”
He frowned. He did have to work tonight, but he wasn’t going to rush into spanking her when she had an attitude about it.
“Lannea, this is what you asked for and agreed to. If it isn’t what you want, or if you’re having doubts, you need to speak up now. I’m not moving forward without your consent. I’m getting mixed signals from you, and I need to know why. If it’s just nerves, or bratting, that’s fine, but you need to say so. If it’s something else, and you don’t want to do this anymore— that’s fine too, but you need to tell me. I won’t be angry either way, and I’m not going to spank you if you say no, but to be quite honest, I think you need this, and I think you know that I’m right.”
He watched Laney’s face as he spoke, paying close attention as she went through a whole range of emotions, and each one played across her face briefly before coming to rest in anguish. “I do need this— I know I do,” she whispered, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“You’re scared, and nervous, among other things, and that is perfectly fine as long as that’s all it is.” He said this pointedly, so she would know that he required a response.
“Yes, sir, that’s all it is,” she replied, bring her eyes up to meet his.
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“No, sir, can we please just get it over with? I’m sure I’ll feel better…after.”
He searched her eyes, and saw hope and wanting in them, giving him what he needed to go forward. He nodded. “Very well.” He grabbed a chair from the dining table, and brought it to sit in the middle of the room. “Please remove your pants, and bend over the chair, hands on the top part, and bottom out.”
He saw the slight quiver in her lip at the change, but she obeyed quickly.
He walked to the front of the chair so he could see her face. “Lannea, why are you getting a spanking?”
She blushed and looked away from him. “Because I was late, and I have bad time management.”
He nodded. “And why are you getting extras on top of the punishment you had coming?”
Her blush grew deeper, but she met his gaze, and he saw a hint of defiance in her eyes. “Because I was late getting here for my spanking for being late.”
Josiah bit his lip to hold in a chuckle at the irony. His little spitfire. Not mine, he reminded himself. Not yet anyway.
He had been standing in front of her so as to see her face, but now convinced that she was ready, he took his place behind her, smiling at his first glance of her cheeky panties. They were hot pink with the word ‘naughty’ emblazoned across the butt, and he wondered briefly if she had put them on with this in mind.
He walked up to her, and stood as close as he could get without their bodies touching. Tentatively, he reached out and covered her waiting rear end with his large palm. She gave a little hum when he did so, and he took it as a signal that she was ready.
“Crack!” His hand came down hard against the soft pink fabric that was still covering her gorgeous bottom. She gave a soft gasp at the impact, before pushing her bottom back out for more. He grinned at her undeniable wa
nton need for his chastisement. She wanted more, and he was happy to oblige. He brought his hand down again, covering the delicate skin of her bottom crease with a flurry of fast swats, watching mesmerized as the taut skin flattened under his hand, then bounced back slightly redder with each sharp slap until she was dancing in place and each breath was laced with soft whimpers.
He stopped, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “What are you going to work on from now on?” he asked sharply, rubbing her bottom and noting that he could feel the heat radiating even up through the fabric of her panties.
Her voice rang clear, she had not been brought to tears yet. “Being on time, sir.”
“Mmhmm. Very good. And how are you going to work on this?”
She faltered, and he nudged her with a hard swat across her left cheek, keeping his hand taut and flat so the impact was reminiscent of a paddle. She remained silent, and he repeated the question, punctuating it with an identical slap across her right cheek.
“Ow, ow, ow! Stoppit!”
“Answer the question,” he retorted evenly, applying a smattering of stinging swats across the tops of her thighs.
“Okay! Okay!” she cried, then paused. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted woefully, her voice cracking as tears threatened to spill.
Josiah frowned. “What are some things you can do to help keep yourself from being late in the future?” he prompted then waited as she drew a long and shuddering breath before answering.
“I can…I can…set alarms on my phone,” she started, sounding doubtful.
Crack! A hard swat landed right across the middle of her buttocks. “Very good,” he encouraged. “What else?”
“I could remember to make notes for myself if my schedule changes.” Lannea wiggled her bottom, as if encouraging further chastisement. Josiah couldn’t believe his eyes. Was she…enjoying this? If so, he must not be doing his job, he thought frowning to himself.
“Wait here,” he told her. He needed something to help him get his point across, he thought, pacing into the kitchen. Should he take the paddle from the drawer where he had shoved it that first night? Would a belt suffice? His hand went to his belt loops, and he pondered the thick leather strap that held up his pants. That might do too good of a job. He started toward the drawer settling on the paddle when he caught sight of something else. Plucking a thick bamboo spoon from the countertop, he retreated back into the living area humming to himself as he went.
“Stand up,” he instructed her firmly, taking her hands and helping her to stand on wobbly legs that were certain to be achy after the position she had held.
As she stood, he turned, and took a seat upon the chair, pulling her over his lap in one fluid movement. Once he had her in position, he used one hand to hold her in place, and the other to deftly pull her panties down to rest below her knees. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and gave her bottom a quick once over to assess the damage done so far. It was a nice even pink from the middle of each cheek to the tops of her thighs, but no bruising so far. He bent down to further inspect, and was shocked to see her sex glistening with moisture.
He had to catch himself, to keep from getting angry. Was this just a game to her, a weird fetish of sorts? He had never heard of such a thing, but it sounded plausible. Was she getting into trouble on purpose and then getting off on the pain of his punishments?
He didn’t know what to think, they were not sexually intimate, by her own choice, so the theory made little sense. He would have to work harder to make his punishments less enjoyable to her, he resolved, yes that must be it.
With that settled, he plucked the bamboo spoon from his front shirt pocket, and with renewed vigor resumed her spanking. Up and down, left and right, the spoon beat an uneven scattered path across her tender flesh. Again, and again, Josiah struck, wincing at the sound of wood on flesh, but more determined than ever to make his point on her backside. He blocked out the sound of the spoon, focusing only on watching the reddening flesh of her butt cheeks, taking great care to mete punishing blows across each square inch, that the skin would be the same beautiful throbbing red throughout.
So focused was he on his task, he almost failed to hear the moment her muffled sobs began, and had they not been pressed against his thighs, he might have missed them. Forcing himself to pause and recognize that she was reaching a point of nearing her limit, he slowed.
“Are you going to be late tomorrow, naughty girl?” he asked, punctuating his question with a blow with the spoon across the already flaming flesh of her tender sit spot.
She did not answer with words, instead shaking her head emphatically in response.
“Will you be late for your maintenance on Friday?” Another question, another strike of the spoon. He repeated the process several times until he was satisfied that the lesson had been well and truly learned.
She lay across his lap, not sobbing, but drawing long, shuddery, tear filled breaths as he rubbed her fiery flesh in lazy circles. When her cry subsided, he helped her stand, and platonic status aside, drew her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head softly.
Chapter 8
By Friday night, as the agreed upon time for their dinner/maintenance session approached, Lannea felt no less conflicted than she had upon leaving Josiah’s house Wednesday night.
She liked Josiah, and he was certainly like no other man she had dated before, which undeniably factored in his favor, and he was certainly dominant in his way, but he still had a sort of backwards innocence she found to be more than a little off putting at times. He didn’t quite seem to be enough for her, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on the reason why. Their platonic arrangement, much like the one she had once had with Mac, was strangely awkward, and she didn’t like it. At the same time, she craved his chastisement, and the punishments that followed. It was exactly what she needed, and she didn’t want to think about giving it up.
Undeniably, the effects of the second spanking he had given her had been much more thorough and long lasting than the first, and she still felt twinges of pain in her sit spots when she sat for too long. Rubbing her bottom as she walked from the restaurant to her car after work, she idly wondered what tonight’s session would be like. Would he continue to improve with each consecutive spanking, or had Wednesday just been a fluke? If it was the former, well, she could certainly live with that. It was the ill-fated initial spanking that had given her doubts to begin with. Perhaps it was the first, and not the second time that had been the fluke.
Unlocking her car, she paused once inside, shooting off a quick text to Josiah to let him know she was on her way. He had insisted that dinner be included as part of their Friday night arrangement, and had asked her to meet him at Endelé. She had agreed initially, but was now having second thoughts. She didn’t want to date the guy, for goodness sake, she just wanted the benefits a spanking relationship would give her, but she didn’t need a real relationship for that. Oh well, she sighed as she turned the key in the ignition. At least I’ll get a margarita out of the deal.
It was a short drive to the restaurant, and she found Josiah waiting for her outside of the restaurant. She quickly checked her watch to make sure she hadn’t somehow managed to be late again. That would have been a disaster she knew. But, she saw with relief, she was in fact a good five minutes early.
Josiah greeted her warmly, and she allowed him to step in for a quick hug, although the action annoyed her greatly.
With his hand resting on the small of her back, he escorted her into Endelé where he already had a table waiting for them. It was a good thing too, as the place was packed, even for a Friday night. Josiah must have called ahead, she realized, and the thought irritated her. He was contentious and organized to a fault, where if it had been up to her they would have likely been waiting thirty minutes for a table.
The waitress materialized as soon as they were seated to take their drink order. Josiah ordered a beer, and Laney one of t
heir famous margaritas. Josiah nodded his consent, not that she needed it.
Their drinks came only a few minutes later, and they gave their order quickly, both having already known what they wanted without so much as a glance at the menu. Once all that was taken care of, they settled into an awkward silence. The tension was palpable, and Laney struggled to find something to say. As hungry as she was, she still wished they could skip over dinner and get straight to the spanking portion of the evening. Pain, and correction she could handle. Small talk, she could not. With nothing else to do, she downed her margarita in record time and began scanning the restaurant for their waitress to order another. Josiah caught her motion, and stopped her.
“One is enough,” he said firmly.
“Excuse me?” Laney saw red at his edict, and immediately jumped on the defensive. “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what I can and can’t drink?”
His eyes darkened. “I’ll tell you who I am,” he said darkly. “I’m the one paying for the meal, and incidentally, I’m the one spanking you afterwards. I’d like you to have your wits about you when I do, and be sober enough to feel the effects of your spanking. If you can’t, it loses its effectiveness, and if it’s not effective, then what is the point of this?”
She may have seen his point but it didn’t matter. She was on the warpath, and he must have seen it in her face. As she opened her mouth to spit out a scathing response, he cut her off immediately.
“Go ahead. Be your stubborn self and argue your stance. God forbid someone limit your alcohol intake for your own good. Don’t forget I’ve already seen how you get drunk, and it’s not something I wish to see again tonight.”
“I was not drunk!” she yelled vehemently, and admittedly, slightly louder than was probably necessary.
“Keep going,” he told her with a calmness in his voice that belied the flashing she saw in his eyes. “Keep arguing, throw your little fit, call me names, and riddle me with scorching insults as I know you are dying to do. But keep in mind, that once you cross that line, the simple maintenance you have coming turns into a full fledged punishment.”
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