by Megan McCoy
She offered to split her prize of a gift certificate at a local restaurant with him and was rather shocked he accepted. Even though she was surprised, oddly enough, she was happily nervous about it.
Eric had insisted on coming to pick her up. She lived in a high rise and met him in the lobby. He didn’t need to know her apartment number right away. She’d see how the date went before she gave that out.
He was there, waiting, when she came down, and he looked even more handsome than she’d remembered. The butterflies in her belly exploded in sexual tension. She already knew she wanted him, and knew she would have to control herself. She couldn’t remember the last time that happened, but she liked it, a lot.
Holly smiled, feeling a similar burst of butterflies begin now as she relived her memory. She would never forget how it felt when Eric too her arm and walked her out to his car—one of those SUVs that she didn’t understand why people without kids drove, but he seemed to like it, so, whatever. He walked around to her side of it, opened the door, waited till she got in, and then shut it. Her mouth dropped open. Who did that?
Eric Taylor, apparently.
While she opened her own door when she got there, she had the distinct impression he wished that she hadn’t. But that was okay, she knew how to open a door. He could deal.
Inside the restaurant, he pulled her chair out, and she wasn’t quite sure how to handle that. It was a weirdly chauvinistic thing to do, but nice still.
He asked if she wanted wine, and she shook her head. No drinking on the first date. It was a rule that worked for her. She ordered peach ice tea, and so did he. That was a good sign.
They ate shrimp, and chatted about their lives, and jobs, and friends, and for some reason, she just had the best time. Eric was so easy to talk to, and so… male. Yes, that’s what it was—there was no doubt in her mind he was a man. A strong, confident, kind man.
Intrigued, all she wanted was more. More knowledge about him, more time with him, more of his stories, and more of him. But, she vowed not to jump into bed too quickly. She refused to be a one-date wonder ever again. It had been done a few times, and always left her feeling used and sick to her stomach. She wanted the package.
With that thought, she had immediately wondered how large his package was. Size mattered some…. She stared at his fingers. Not that that was a good gauge.
Happily, or sadly, he’d been a perfect gentleman for the next few dates. She reveled in how he took care of her. It was strange, odd and certainly not liberated of her, but she loved it. She didn’t even mind when he started assuming, and taking charge of things. Holly found she adored it. It made her feel safe and happy and, yes, cherished.
Their make out sessions started getting steamy on their fifth date. By then she was ready. More than ready. So, she did what any self-respecting modern girl would do. She invited him upstairs for coffee, after the date. She didn’t drink coffee at night, it kept her up, but hey, up was exactly what she wanted tonight. She hoped he was carrying condoms with him, because while she had some, recently purchased in her night stand drawer, it seemed a bit presumptuous to tell him that.
She giggled, thinking of how to phrase that to him exactly. “Hey, need one of these? I have several, I’ll share!” Well, she’d cross that bridge if it came to that.
Naturally, they started on the couch, kissing and snuggling and his hand had slipped down her shirt, caressing already aching nipples. She just knew his mouth would feel so good there…. The moment presented itself so perfectly.
“Want to take this to the bedroom?” She looked up at him, hungrily. She did. Oh God, did she.
He simply took her hand, and led her down the hall, to her room. She’d changed the sheets, cleaned up the pile of dirty clothes, hung up her shirts, and done some dusting earlier. She’d even thoughtfully tucked a towel on both sides of the bed, just in case they needed it for… fluids… later. Her room looked as cozy and inviting as he did. He didn’t seem to notice the clean room, though, his eyes and hands were all over her.
That worked.
His mouth met hers, nipping her bottom lip, tongue gently invading when she opened her mouth to gasp.
Somehow, quickly, their clothes puddled at their feet. She clung to him, a little nervous, a little embarrassed, but so wanting. His large hand stroked down her body as she shivered and wiggled toward him. Closer. She needed closer.
Suddenly, as one of his hands stroked her mound as the other gently twirled a nipple, she moaned, thinking OMG she hadn’t shaved! Would he be turned off? Disgusted? Well, too bad. If he liked her, and wanted her shaved, he could just do it. She would have no problem with that at all.
Feeling more confident, she parted her legs and arched her back, allowing him access to her. Gasping as a finger slid inside her, she whimpered a little. It had been a while. Hopefully, he would be gentle with her.
Her hand reached down and grasped him. Okay. His package was very generously sized. Yes, gentle would work. For a moment or two, until she begged him not to be.
He had nudged her toward the bed, and then twisted them around so he fell on his back, and he turned her on top of him, her pussy right on his face, and his large, obviously needy cock in hers. Closing her eyes, she had her first taste of him. Hoping she tasted as good to him, she whimpered as his tongue swirled her clit, suckling, twirling, and making her want more.
She licked, sucked, and shivered with need. She wasn’t going to be able to concentrate too much longer on him if he kept doing that to her. Her entire area felt swollen, huge and wanting. She began rhythmic sucks to get him equally as wanting and excited. Her hand reached down, and cupped his heavy balls. These she wanted slapping against her. No way was he coming in her mouth, not this time. She wanted him, and she wanted him inside her sooner than later. But, she loved this, as she rocked back and forth, suckling him down, and he licked and fingered her as she left, then rolled back to his face.
Finally she could stand it no longer, the sensations were too intense, too much, and twisted around, so she was facing him, and slowly lowered herself down on him, gasping as his thick hardness entered her. Her eyes closed, as he grabbed her hips and pushed her down on top of him. She moaned, but he gave her a minute to adjust to his size.
“You okay?” he asked.
Holly nodded, not able to speak and then he lifted her hips and slammed her back down on him. All righty then! She adjusted her knees for better leverage, then began moving, up down, and his fingers found her clit as she gasped and thrust up toward them as much as she could. She knew her breasts were bouncing and his eyes never wavered from her body.
She hoped the heat wouldn’t melt the condom he’d snuck on there somehow, probably while she was swirling around to settle on top of him. But, it was just latex! And she was so hot and wet. Hopefully, they took things like that into account when they made them.
She was so close to coming, so close… so close… and then suddenly, he pulled her hips off him, and tossed her on her back. She almost sobbed with denial, but he was on top of her, hot and heavy, poised and ready. She pulled her knees to her chest and her arms clung to his back tightly. Holly knew exactly what was going to happen and she couldn’t wait.
“Now, please,” she whimpered as he nipped at her breasts, and then stroked himself up and down, up and down her lips then kissed her hard, tasting of her wetness and male, before he thrust inside her making her moan again.
As he entered her, he looked directly in her eyes, and growled, “Mine!”
All she could do was gasp as he filled her, “Yes.”
And that was that.
They moved in together within a few months, and had the best wedding in the back yard of her mom’s house a couple months after that. They went to Maine to whale watch for their honeymoon, and actually managed to go see a few whales one afternoon. The rest of the time was spent in bed. And in the shower, and against the wall, on the deck, and on the floor and over the couch and… it was a lovely perfect
honeymoon.
But for that one instance. In retrospect, though, it set the tone for her entire happy marriage, so though uncomfortable at the time, she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Holly cherished that memory, despite it.
Eric had gone to the store while she napped. The man wore her out in the best of ways and she was exhausted.
He hadn’t been gone half an hour though, when she woke up, rested and refreshed. She wandered around their little cabin room for a few minutes, straightening up and putting things in order. Holly tightened the sheets on the bed, then poured herself a soda and reached for the phone.
Yeah, they’d both agreed not to call work for the week. They realized work would be just fine without them awhile, and they needed a break. But, she was curious how one of her projects was coming along without her. He wasn’t even here, he wouldn’t care if she called to just check in, see if they needed anything or wanted her expertise.
Wandering out to their deck, she sat down, and happily started sharing gossip and information with her cohort in work crime, Theresa. Between the waves crashing on the beach, and the interesting project information, she hadn’t heard him come in, and didn’t realize he was there till she was off the phone and wandered back into their room.
“You’re back,” she said happily and just a little guiltily.
“I am, been back a few minutes. Who was on the phone?”
Why she lied, she still did not know to this day. If she’d just said work, things would have been different. But she didn’t. No reason, no thought behind her sister. She simply lied and said, “My sister.” It just slipped out.
The next thing she knew, he had her by the arm, sat down on the bed, and she was nose in the carpet over his lap. Her brain stalled out completely, until she realized her butt hurt. The man was spanking her! He’d threatened to a time or two, and they had play-spanked quite a few times, and those were fun. She’d taken to that like a duck to water, but this!
What the hell! Feeling too shocked to even move, Holly held perfectly still for about thirty seconds before her butt felt like it was on fire. What was he doing? Well, she wasn’t stupid, she knew what he was doing.
“Ow! No! Stop!” she screeched, wiggling and trying to get up.
“You will never lie to me again. If you do, this spanking is going to feel like a walk in the park!” he said, not even pausing in the smacks raining down on her shorts.
“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “Please no more!” This hurt and hurt bad!
“You are getting a lesson you won’t forget,” he continued as she tried to slid off his lap, and her hand flew back to cover her bottom. Sadly, he held her fast and caught her arm, holding it on the small of her back.
“Okay! Okay! No more! I’ll be good!” Okay, what was the magic word to make it stop? She had no clue. Ah, try I’m sorry! Oh, she’d already said that. Was he just going to spank till he decided she was done? No!
This was not a fun play paddling with lots of caresses and sexy words and a lovely fingering of her clit between hot tingly swats. No. This just hurt! She was quite certain she didn’t like it.
“No more please! Okay, okay! I won’t lie! I’m sorry!” She couldn’t take this, it hurt too much! Ow! Her legs came up, trying to kick his hand away or something. She tried harder to wiggle off his lap, onto the floor, but he had her held tightly. Damn, he must have done this before. She didn’t want to cry, but she seemed to have no other option. She couldn’t get away, she couldn’t get him to stop and all she could hear was the sound of his hand against her bottom and his voice, which seemed to be no longer speaking in words but mutant alien sounds. And it hurt! So much!
She’d never been spanked except in play before and didn’t realize the intensity, the pain, and the humiliation of it. It was horrible! Holly started sobbing, how could she have done it? She didn’t know. She just knew this had to stop. Now she understood the meaning of ‘lighting a fire in your butt’ that he’d teased her about before. Would it ever end? Would she be over his knee forever? She hurt so much!
Finally, she realized, somehow that she was no longer over his lap, but in his lap, and he was holding her close, and she was holding him and soaking his shirt with her tears and apologies. How had that happened?
He petted her and murmured soft words until her hysterical sobbing slowed down. Eric rubbed her back, and hugged her tightly, as she clung to him. They sat, and just held each other for a few minutes, then he reached down and lifted her chin with one finger. Holly looked him in the eye, and whimpered, “I’m sorry.”
“I am, too,” he confessed. “I should have told you that would happen if you ever lied to me. But now you know. I won’t tolerate lying or sneaking around.” He laughed a little ruefully, and wiped a tear from her eye with a finger. “But I guess you understand that now, don’t you?”
She snuggled closer to him, and admitted, “Yes, I really do. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“You better not,” he said calmly, “Because that was just a light spanking. You don’t want a paddling.”
Holly shivered and tried to get even closer to him. “No, sir, I don’t,” she said, calling him ‘sir’ for the first but not last time.
And of course she did, later, get the paddling she didn’t want. She got it more than a few times, but at the time, she had vowed to never deserve one again. Being herself, though, she naturally couldn’t help being naughty once in a while.
Weirdly enough, she came to, not so much like his discipline, but to crave it, and need it. If her bare bottom wasn’t over his knee fairly regularly, she got antsy and needy and things just weren’t right. Happily, he never made her do without too long.
Or not happily. While she needed the aftermath of a good paddling, and she needed to know he would do it, she did not enjoy waiting for it, and getting it. At all. Those suckers freaking hurt, and she did not enjoy them one little bit.
Holly figured a big part of that was knowing she had disappointed him. She hated doing that, but you know, she was female, and they lived together and sometimes it was just going to happen. Nobody was perfect. An occasional sore butt seemed a small price to pay for all the happiness and security this relationship gave her. She much preferred that to her friends’ relationships. One told her that sometimes she and her husband went days or weeks without speaking to each other. Holly couldn’t bear that, the idea of it made her incredibly sad. Or her other friend who often told her of the screaming matches she and her girlfriend got into. It sounded totally miserable. She didn’t want to scream at him and she knew if he ever screamed at her, it would be beyond horrendous.
She liked that they had a way of settling things that didn’t involve silence or screaming, she realized, pulling herself back to the present. Sincerely hoping she made him as happy as he made her, Holly reached back and rubbed her sore bottom, as they walked into the dim coolness of the restaurant.
“There’s Ethan and Meredith over there,” he told the tuxedoed man who approached them, pointing out his two-years-younger brother, who looked enough like him to be a twin—tall, well built, dark hair, matching gray-blue eyes, well dressed and handsome—and the attractive woman with the honey-blonde tresses with him.
Holly looked at Meredith. She was simply gorgeous in her tight fitting ice blue dress and well coifed hair, piled casually but artfully in a way that Holly knew took forever to do, and wondered why she was so insecure in her relationship with Ethan? They’d been dating at least six months now, seriously for at least three.
Meredith had a good career in real estate, was obviously gorgeous, and Ethan seemed to adore her. Surely she should be comfortable and secure by now? Was something going on she needed to know about? Was it any of her business? Well, Meredith could, at some point be her sister-in-law… family. She needed to know, really ought to find out. It was like her... duty! Yes, she would be very neglectful not to sleuth out a reason for this insecurity, and perhaps help solve it.
Thoughts of the stinging
reminder swat she’d just received a few minutes prior fled her mind, as she settled down to see what she could find out.
“Hey,” Ethan greeted them as they slid into the large cozy booth across from the other couple.
“How are you?” Holly smiled at Meredith and shook her proffered hand.
“Good,” Meredith murmured, “You?” Then she went back to studying the menu before Holly could answer.
“Do we have wine coming?” Eric asked.
“Yes, and you’re going to like it, it’s a German Riesling. I know you both like seafood, and it goes so well with that,” Ethan said. “It’s one of our favorites, right, Meredith?”
“It is,” she said, not looking at him or anyone, still raptly studying the menu. “I think I had it once.”
Holly laughed, and said, “How can it be your favorite if you only had it once?”
“Ethan tells me how good it is,” she said, eyes not moving from the menu.
“Oh, well, that’s all we need to know, now, isn’t it? Ethan likes it!” Holly laughed again, but as the wine arrived, she accepted it happily. It would be perfect. She knew it. Ethan didn’t need to know she knew though.
“Hey,” Ethan protested, “You should appreciate me more! I’m good at what I do.”
“What is it exactly you do?” Eric teased. “Something to do with numbers and figures and computers and grapes?”
“Yes,” Ethan smiled back, “That’s exactly what it is! How did you know?”
“Just smart, I guess,” Eric said, putting down his menu. “I know what I want, how about you all?” As they nodded he added, “Sure hope it goes with the wine.”
“Me too. If it doesn’t, that means you ordered the wrong thing,” Ethan said, seriously.
“If I ordered it, it can’t be wrong,” Holly said loftily and was intrigued to see that Meredith literally flinched over this. It was a joke, how did she not know that? That was so strange.
