by Carl Hamlin
They dined together whenever possible and would sneak in a few kisses and caresses whenever they found themselves relatively alone. Without it needing to be said, both realized that they had already reached a point of feeling a need to be together whenever possible.
When they finished the week with a show in Wheeling, West Virginia, they were both exhausted. In fact, Max and the band, and all the equipment handlers and technicians were also in a state of fatigue.
They were fortunate to have a couple of days off before they would have to leave for a big show in Nashville. They took another sleepy ride to the legendary city full of country music, and were able to rest for nearly two full days.
Veronica insisted that they come to the women’s room for the afternoon and just rest and watch some old movies. Clay’s roommate was hosting a poker game, so there would be no rest or privacy in that place. So as Veronica stretched out on her bed with a glass of bourbon, Libby and Clay reclined on the other bed, and both swiftly went to sleep.
Three hours later, Libby woke and stretched, the movements rousing Clay out of his sleep. That was when Libby noticed the note from Veronica on the bed next to her, ‘Don’t get too carried away. I probably won’t be gone very long.’
Libby handed the note to Clay for him to read, they laughed and began to cuddle and kiss. All of a sudden, they found themselves simply looking into each other’s eyes.
Clay brushed the red hair away from her eyes. “Funny how we got started off so badly. Now I’m already crazy about you, even though we haven’t spent that much time together.”
Libby felt herself beginning to tremble. “Everybody has always told me that I’m impulsive. But I don’t think I’m being impulsive… I’m just crazy about you, too. Does this seem premature to you?”
“Feelings happen the way they happen.”
“It kind of rattles me, Clay. Like you say… the way we started off.”
Clay ran his fingers through her hair. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe that rough beginning will keep us from taking each other for granted.”
Libby had to giggle. “Well, I’ve already learned to never call your bluff. After all, you did give me a spanking I’ll never forget.”
“Sometimes you speak almost fondly of it. Do you feel embarrassed about it any longer?”
Libby went silent for a moment, and a serious expression appeared. “The only thing that I am embarrassed about was that I drank too much, too fast and came on to you in the bar. I swear, Clay, that’s not the way I usually am. I mean there was one guy in college, but…”
“It didn’t bother me, and I’ll tell you why… I like to think that you really did like me already, but you were just too uptight and controlled to express it when completely sober.”
Libby blinked her eyes and stared at Clay. “You know… I think you just nailed it. I have to admit, the first time I saw you, I…” Libby stopped in mid-sentence as the door opened and Veronica walked in.
“Sorry kids… I went to run some errands, but I had to come back sometime.”
Libby jumped off the bed and placed her hands on her hips with a fake scowl. “Just when we were getting ready to…”
Veronica kicked off her shoes and plopped down on her bed and grabbed the remote control for the television. “I promised your parents I would look after you. I think that includes ruining any fun you may be thinking of having.”
Clay got up from the bed and stretched while chuckling. “It’s okay, Libby. She can’t keep us from having dinner together tonight.”
* * * * *
That evening, Libby and Clay enjoyed a leisurely dinner in the elegant hotel restaurant. Each opened up more about their pasts, and spoke more freely about their likes and dislikes.
Libby finished her glass of wine, and the waiter approached to ask if she would like another. “No thank you, I’m fine.” Libby peered at Clay with a look of mock indignation. “I wouldn’t want to get myself spanked again, now would I?”
Clay looked around and leaned forward. “I don’t know. Would you?”
Libby strained to keep herself from laughing. “Maybe so… maybe not.”
* * * * *
They had one more day before they had to hit the road again, so Libby promised Veronica she would spend her free morning and afternoon shopping. But Libby and Clay made another dinner date for the evening at the same hotel restaurant.
When getting dressed for the evening, Libby decided to wear her silky dark green dress once again, as there had been no doubt that Clay was entranced by seeing her in it. And when she walked into the restaurant to meet him, the effect was the same as before.
They had just sat down when the waiter came for the drink orders, and both again ordered the red wine they had enjoyed before. He then took their dinner orders and walked away.
Libby held up her glass of wine and smiled. “I think that for the rest of my life, whenever I go to take a sip of alcohol, I’m going to think about that spanking.”
“Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions about it?”
Libby giggled and shrugged. “Sure… I don’t mind. Actually, talking about it kind of gets me all… you know. Go ahead.”
“When I was spanking you… what were you feeling. Aside from the pain, I mean?”
Libby felt her face flushing again. “First of all, when you pulled down my shorts… that was when I was all embarrassed.”
Clay looked down at his glass. “Yeah… well… I didn’t realize until it was too late that you were…”
Libby laughed quietly. “That I was going commando? It’s just something I do when I’m wearing short shorts, knowing that stage crews and such will appreciate that. I don’t mean to be trashy… it’s just a fashion thing to let that little bit of cheek play peekaboo.”
Clay laughed and shook his head. “In any case, I wasn’t expecting that, but I guess it probably made it… let’s say… more effective.”
Libby shrugged. “Well, I’ll just expect it the next… oops… oh my…” Her face turned crimson and she began to laugh while covering her face with her hands.”
Clay put his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “I guess that’s the way it has to be done if you want it to work.”
Libby finally revealed her still blushing face. “Well, I can promise you it worked. Actually, I just assumed I would’ve gotten it on my bare bottom anyway. After all, you left no doubt that you meant for it to really smart.”
Clay felt his own face getting warm. “I think it is proper etiquette to not spank a lady’s bare bottom until the second time. At least that’s what I read in a book in the library.”
Libby looked at him over the rim of her wine glass. “Oh, you must think that you are so funny.”
Their dinners arrived, and they spent the rest of their time in the restaurant making small talk, each telling the other more about their lives. Clay explained how he had gone to college to get a degree in business before going on and obtaining his MBA.
Libby told of growing up in a small town, but always feeling a yearning for rural life. That led to her becoming a fan of country-western music.
They continued to chat for a while after finishing their dinner, before Clay asked if she would like to come back to his room to continue their evening. He explained that the fiddle player with whom he was sharing a room was spending the night with relatives who lived in the area. “I promise… I’m not being forward. I’m not that kind of guy. I would just like to spend some more time with you.”
Libby leaned toward him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Sure.”
They joined hands as they strolled to the elevator, and then made their way to Clay’s room. Once inside, Clay asked if she would like a wine cooler, and they sat down on a corduroy sofa while sipping their drinks and continuing to chat.
It wasn’t long before they had placed their drinks on the table in front of the sofa, and were again kissing and caressing. As soon as Clay’s hands begin to fondle Libby’s
bottom cheeks, he heard her enticing giggle.
Libby nibbled on his ear. “I think you were going to talk to me some more about my feelings during that spanking you gave me when our dinners arrived.”
“Well… I… I was just kind of wondering. What else were you feeling? You seemed to kind of… I don’t know. It seemed like after a while, you stopped struggling. I was surprised by those things you said when it was over. I mean about doing it again if you ever had it coming. And you make these little comments that seem to tell me you certainly might enjoy…”
Libby reached her arms round his neck, and they embraced in a long deep kiss before she replied, “Oh, my gosh. It was all sorts of things. It was embarrassing… it was painful as hell… it was really, really scary. Actually, I found it a rather nerve rattling experience to hear that loud smack and feel that immediate shock of pain, knowing there were more to come.”
They kissed once more. “Then I hit this point… there was this adrenaline rush… or hormone rush… or some crazy kind of rush. Whenever I knew you were about to give me the next whack… there was this fear of how bad it was going to hurt… and at the same time I found myself yearning to feel it. It was the craziest thing…”
“In fact, Libby, near the end you practically asked for it to continue.”
Libby drew close to Clay and kissed him once again. “I guess it doesn’t have to make sense. I guess that, as much as it hurt…” Clay drew her to him for another kiss.
Clay brushed her hair from her eyes. “You were saying?”
Libby giggled and nibbled again on his ear. “It was painful… scary… and romantic.”
Clay seemed genuinely pleased but confused by her comment. “How did you find it romantic?”
Libby placed her hands in front of her face and squeezed her eyes shut. “I think I may melt right here on the sofa.”
Clay laughed and began to run his fingers through her hair. “You don’t have to talk about it. But maybe it will help us to… to know how to push each other’s buttons… in a positive way I mean. And if it gives you a pleasant tingle to talk about…”
Libby slowly lowered her hands to reveal that her eyes were brimming with tears. “This is so out of character for me… someone who likes to be in charge… to confess that being spanked was a romantic experience. I never would have expected that.” She shook her head.
Taking his hand, she continued, “But there were all these factors that entered into it. I know I had passed out… but there we were alone in that big bus in the dark.” She began to smile as she wiped away the last of the tears. “Then you told me what was going to happen, and I was scared, but all of a sudden all of my abdomen… including everything below my tummy, just went crazy with all this quivering and flip-flopping. In fact, I was feeling all of that during the whole time you were spanking me.” She blushed.
She eyed him shyly. “But no matter how much fear there was… there was this strong, good looking man suddenly holding me over his knees. There was just something about… I don’t know, being under your control that got to me right away. Then, when you yanked down my shorts and I knew you were seeing my bare bottom… that gave me the shivers as well, even when you landed that first hard smack. But feeling you smack me like that… I may have been begging you to stop, but I knew you were doing it to protect me and make things better for me.” She gave him a quick kiss.
She dropped her eyes. “And I never would have thought it before, but having your hand whacking my bottom… that’s a rather intimate thing. And the more you spanked me, all that warmth and heat just radiated. Let’s just say, there are worse things that can happen to a girl.”
“Wait a minute. Are you saying it turned you on a lot while it was happening?”
They kissed again as Clay began to stroke her thigh and bottom. “Not so much at the time a turn on, but a strong sense of exhilaration. Maybe even a sense of adventure. But, the aftereffects… thinking back on it later. Oh… my… gosh.”
Clay continued the caressing. “Maybe if you get spanked again sometime, you might get even more turned on. Who knows? Maybe sometime you can get spanked less seriously just for fun.”
Libby shrugged and batted her eyes. “Well, I don’t know about that. After all, the only way I can find out would be if I could find some strong… sexy… man… to play along and spank me… as you say… just for fun.” She stretched up and began to nibble on his ear. “I have no idea who I can ask to do such a kinky thing.”
They kissed once more, and then Clay reached down and patted her on her bottom. “I guess I could force myself to do it. And I suppose that would all depend on whether you had done something to deserve another spanking. After all, I wouldn’t ever want to spank an innocent woman. She has to really deserve it.”
Libby sat up to kneel next to Clay’s lap. “Oh, I’m sure I’ve done something to deserve being spanked. My life is a virtual smorgasbord of bad behavior that has been left unpunished.”
Clay began to stroke her arm. “I promised you earlier at dinner I wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation. What if you do get all turned on?”
Libby leaned over. “Oh… I’m sure you can think of something to do about that. And Clay… I feel like I can trust you. So we can just go ahead and have a good time without this going all the way.”
“But remember… I’ll probably get all turned on by spanking you. I did before.”
“Then, when you’re finished with me, I’ll just have to do something about that, won’t I?” She blew on her fingertips and winked at him.
Clay drew her to him in a deep kiss. “If you really want to do this, I’m game.”
Libby slowly lowered herself across his knees, settling in place and feeling as if she were going to explode from anticipation. She immediately felt the strong and firm hand administering a teasing and circling massage to her bottom. “Libby… this is just for playing around, so you tell me if it gets too intense.”
“Gotcha!”
The caressing continued. “Should I spank you over your dress?”
“Of course.”
“Or should I pull up your dress and spank you on your panties?”
“Yes… yes to that too.”
The soft, gentle stroking continued. “Perhaps you want me to spank you on the bare bottom?”
“Oh, yes… that would be lovely as well.”
The gentle, circular caressing seemed to go on forever, and Libby found herself squirming in anticipation and arousal, even pressing her bottom upward to enhance the sensations. Suddenly and without warning, the hand drew away and returned with a stinging smack. What Clay heard in return was a quiet giggle and a murmur of pleasure.
Libby was treated to several more seconds of massage before his hand once again pulled away and returned with another dose of sting, followed by more sighs and moans. After much more pleasurable stroking, Clay drew his hand away and brought it back with a sharp, stinging SMACK.
He suddenly halted and said to Libby softly, “I wonder if people can hear this in the next room or out in the hallway.”
Libby looked back and fluttered her eyes. “This wasn’t planned… just good luck… but I do have a hairbrush in my purse. It may not be as loud.” She got up and knelt next to Clay, then leaned over so that they could kiss before she stood and walked to a chair where she had placed her purse.
She produced a wide oak hairbrush, and then teasingly patted it against her bottom as she swayed back to the sofa. She handed the brush to Clay, who made a production of slapping it against his open palm with a stern and threatening expression on his face.
Libby once again knelt on the sofa, and then Clay guided her to lie across his knees. She felt the weight of the brush resting on her upper back, as Clay’s left-hand embarked on a massage of her lower back, while his right hand returned to again caress what would be the target for the hairbrush, the shapely mounds outlined in silky green fabric.
After a couple of minutes, she felt the hairbrush
lifted from her back, and it replaced Clay’s right hand in the process of massaging her bottom. Without warning, the brush drew away and returned with a sting that exceeded the mild smacks of Clay’s hand that had come before. But to their mutual relief, the sound of the hairbrush was indeed more muted than his hand.
Libby purred and moaned as the hairbrush met her bottom every few seconds, each time followed by teasing stroking and caressing. After the hairbrush had landed upon the back of her dress for the fifth time, she felt Clay’s fingertips take hold of her dress and drape it up on her back.
Clay set forth on giving Libby a slow, rhythmic paddling with the brush across the seat of her panties. The smacks were restrained in force, but hard enough to provide her with more than sufficient sting to bring forth the excitement she was experiencing by testing her tolerance. Most of all, Libby was enjoying the sensations building from the nerve endings and blood flow being stimulated by the repeated cracks of the brush.
Clay then changed the pattern of the spanking. He would give her several stinging smacks in the slow, agonizing manner that was driving her crazy. Then he would stop and begin to massage her bottom with his hand once again, but teasingly reaching inside the waistband and the leg bands, making her wonder where his fingers would travel next, or if he were about to pull the panties down. Then the painful paddling would resume, and the routine would be repeated to her pleasure and ever–arousing level of delicious frustration and anticipation.
The paddling with the hairbrush seemed to go on forever, to Libby’s absolute delight. Somehow Clay seem to know just how hard to smack her so that she could enjoy and revel in that lovely sting, while not taking her beyond her limit of pain tolerance. This was unlike her real spanking in the tour bus, during which she was quickly reduced to tears by the intense pain, regardless of the redeeming qualities she found in the punishment.
