* * *
The smile slid off Kendall's face when she finally saw what Becky saw. This wasn't an oasis in the dessert. It was a whole ocean of trouble and it was about to engulf them.
The car screeched to a sudden stop at the side of the road. First the passenger door flew open and then the driver's.
Kendall burst into tears as Mike gathered her up in his arms.
* * *
Ryan took off at a run towards Becky and she did the only thing she could think of, the only thing she wanted to do, she held out her arms. At this moment, all she wanted was a hug. Ryan scooped her off the ground and swung her around before putting her down again so he could look at her and check if she was ok.
“What on Earth's happened? Are you ok? Did someone hurt you?” His questions came thick and fast and all Becky could do was sob into her husband's shoulder.
“No,” she said, finally able to squeak out a negative response.
“Then what's all this? What are you wearing, or not wearing?” Suddenly it dawned on him that the girls hadn't gotten changed yet. They had actually gone out last night dressed like hookers. She felt him stiffen and he said nothing more.
Becky gratefully fell into her husband's arms as he scooped her up again and carried her to Mike's truck where his friend had already installed his fiancé in the front seat.
“I can explain,” Becky tried. She really wanted to tell him about his new car before they got home but he was having none of it. He took the bottle of water that Mike held out for him and passed it to her.
“Drink, there'll be time to explain later.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” Ryan said. “Look at the state the two of you are in, and you were wandering the street like that. You need to get home and eat something and have some tea and a shower. Then we'll talk and believe me I will be all ears.”
Becky sipped the water and resisted the urge to keep pushing. Instead, she curled into the crook of Ryan's welcoming arm and absorbed the feeling of safety and warmth that he always gave her.
* * *
“I need to tell you something,” Becky said. She knew she was risking making things worse by making a reappearance in the minuscule skirt.
“It'll wait,” Ryan said. “Go take a bath and I'll make you something to eat and drink.”
“Ryan, it's important.”
“Beck, humour me will you just this once.” Becky turned and walked back up the stairs, guilt weighing her down heavily.
* * *
Kendall stood in the hot steamy shower feeling better than she had all day. She'd never felt so disgustingly clammy and grubby in her whole life.
Warm water and shampoo washed over her and she scrubbed her face clean of the old make up while her hair rinsed clean. She wished she could have washed away everything that had happened since last night just as easily. They were going to have to come clean about the car, she mused. She hoped Becky could see that. Anything else was just going to destroy what little trust they had left with their respective other halves. She felt bad that Becky was going to get a spanking but if she tried to get out of it, it would only end up worse for her.
* * *
“Sounded important,” Mike said.
“I know.”
“You're not curious?”
“Of course I am,” he said grumpily. “I need some time to cool off. I'm just going to take a walk.”
Mike nodded.
* * *
Becky decided against the bath and turned the shower on instead. She really needed to get all the mess washed off her, then get back downstairs and tell Ryan before he discovered the car was gone. She shook her head. Why the hell hadn't they just stayed home and had a party? Why'd she always make things so damn complicated? They could have taken a room in the city or anything other than take the truck.
* * *
Ryan was halfway down the driveway when a car stopped in front of him. He stepped over to greet John as he got out of the car.
“Hey John,” Ryan said holding out his hand.
“Hi, you're home. So Becky's ok then?”
“Yeah, we just found them. What do you know?” he asked curiously.
“You're truck make it back here ok then too I assume?”
“Back? From where exactly?” Colour crept up Ryan's neck as the realization of what John had said seeped in on him.
John removed his hat and scratched at his scalp. Obviously he'd put his foot in it. Too late to back out now. That young Becky needed a leash with the amount of trouble she'd caused. The harried man leaned against his own car.
“She had my boy drive them to the city last night in your new truck.”
“Really,” Ryan said. “You better fill me in on the rest.”
“I can only tell you what I know,” John said.
* * *
“Hi,” Kendall said sheepishly. “I feel a bit better now.”
She looked a lot better, if somewhat younger. She hadn't bothered to reapply her makeup and with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail she looked like a kid, Mike thought. “Uh huh. Maybe you'd like to tell me what on Earth went on while I was away,” he said.
“Um... not so much,” Kendall said with a nervous grin.
“Let me rephrase that then. What the hell happened while we were away?” Mike barked.
Kendall jumped. Mike looked as serious and he obviously wasn't budging until he got an answer. She didn't get a chance to answer though before Ryan flew through the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Let the fireworks begin,” she said dejectedly.
* * *
Becky nearly jumped right out of her naked skin when the door bounced just about off the hinges and Ryan stood glowering at her from the doorway. He was clearly furious.
Becky felt sick. She wasn't scared. She knew that Ryan would never touch her while he was so angry. The fact that her time for explaining had arrived though, hit her like a ton of bricks.
“Where's the new car?” Ryan asked.
Becky promptly burst into tears. “Not here,” she wailed. “I tried to tell you, you wouldn't let me.”
“Tell me now,” Ryan said through gritted teeth. He didn't give a damn about the car, well he did but not as much as he cared about his wife, which was why he'd told her not to touch it until he got back. He hadn't told her once, he'd told her many times, and she'd promised.
Becky stood there naked, big burning tears coursing down her cheeks. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make herself form the words.
Ryan reached over and turned off the water and wrapped her in a towel before leading her into their room. He sat on the bed and sat her down beside him.
“You have to tell me,” he said as calmly as he was able. Images had flashed through his mind: of the gate, of the state the girls were in when they found them wandering down the road. The information John had given him had brought all of the pieces of the puzzle together. Still he wanted to hear it and he wanted to hear it from Becky's mouth.
* * *
“Are you serious?” Mike asked.
Kendall worried, bit her bottom lip with her teeth. Mike had his hands on his hips and was looking a little more bossy than she was used to.
“I...” He held his hand up to stop her. “There's nothing you can say to justify getting into a car with someone that's been drinking. You KNOW this. I KNOW you know this Kendall.”
A tear rolled down her cheek and she brushed it away annoyingly. “I was just going to say I was sorry, about that and about the gate.”
“The gate can be fixed. You, however, couldn't be if something had happened and neither could Becky.”
“That's why I went with her. ”
“To help her? To save her? How Kendall, how would you have stopped a car accident when you'd been drinking yourself?”
“I guess I wouldn't.”
“There's no guess about it.” Mike finished the plate of sandwiches he'd been making and dumped the plate on the t
able and passed her a can of soda and a glass.
“Eat,” he said.
Kendall took a sandwich and nibbled the edge of it.
“Do you think Becky's ok?”
“I'm sure she will be and so will you.”
Kendall stopped chewing and looked up at Mike. He wasn't joking. Her eyes widened and she dropped the sandwich back onto her plate.
* * *
“Where's the car now?” Ryan asked.
“I had it towed,” she admitted quietly.
Ryan nodded. “You can give me the name later and I'll have them send it back to the place I bought it.”
“I am sorry,” Becky said, big fat tears running down her face.
“I've never been more angry with you,” Ryan said.
“I know. I know it was your new car and I know you told me not to touch it.”
“You really think my main concern is about the car?” he said. “Becky you could have been killed. Kendall could have been killed. There could have been innocent people that were injured or killed. You KNOW better. You could have gone to jail. Do you have any idea what kind of position this puts Mike in?”
Becky couldn't stem the tears or the sobs that accompanied them.
“I'm so sorry.” Becky sniffled. “I don't want you to hate me.”
“I could never hate you.” Ryan said. Some of his anger dissipated with those words but the disappointment was still there. “I can't believe you did this. You drove after you'd been drinking.”
The enormity of the situation hit him and he couldn't help himself any longer. He pulled her over his knee and brought his hand down several times on each cheek leaving angry red handprints. “This is NOT about the car. I didn't want you to touch it because I thought you might struggle with it and have an accident. It was YOU I was concerned about. His hand bounced off her naked bottom over and over, flattening each naked cheek with each hard spank.
Becky sobbed pathetically and clung to his jeans. Don't think this is your real spanking, Ryan thought as he slapped each very hot cheek. Her ass was red and scorching and he knew she'd had enough, enough to go on with at least. He helped her stand and then pulled her into his arms, clinging to her for grim death while she tried to get her crying under control.
“I'm sor...ry. It won't ever hap...pen again,” Becky sobbed.
“Shhh, I know. It certainly won't EVER happen again.”
“I promise.”
“Look, you need to eat and Mike and Kendall are still downstairs. We'll deal with this after they've gone home,” he said. Becky's head popped up from her husband's chest.
“Didn't we just already deal with it?” Becky asked hopefully.
Ryan chuckled. “A few hand smacks for your best weekends worth of work yet? Not even close.”
Becky sighed. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she didn't want the brush or the bath brush, but she knew that would make the items the top of his list so she decided to cut her losses and just be quiet. Besides, she DID need to eat and even though she hated to admit it, she deserved everything she got.
* * *
The mood in the kitchen was somewhat grim when Becky came down to join the others and she could tell the cat was out of the bag. She immediately sat next to her friend. She tried not to make a sound as her stinging bottom came into contact with the hard kitchen chair.
“I could arrest you, you know,” Mike said.
There was no friendly deputy here, she'd driven a car that she shouldn't have been driving, in a state she shouldn't have been driving and someone he loved more than life had been in that car.
“I'm sorry, Mike. I'm sorry, Kendall,” she said as convincingly as she could.
“You're lucky I was off duty and you didn't get caught or manage to hurt anyone else.”
“I know,” Becky said. His stare was unwavering and made her shift in her seat.
“You won't get another chance like this EVER from me again, Miss. You drink and drive again and I don't care if it's on my watch or not. I'll arrest you and you'll find yourself in front of a judge. You hear?”
“I hear,” Becky said, daring a sideways glance at Kendall.
“It wasn't just her fault, Honey,” Kendall said, trying to take the heat off her friend.
Mike turned his gaze to her. “I know. We'll get to that when we get home.”
Becky sighed. She'd had a feeling Mike wouldn't take this as easily as Kendall thought he would. She put her hand under the table and gave Kendall's hand a squeeze.
* * *
Kendall continued to nibble on her sandwich but she was clearly rattled, a fact that Mike was well aware of but chose to ignore, he didn't think it would do her any harm to ponder her fate a little. He almost smiled when he looked over at a very docile Becky who didn't have to ponder anything. She was already sitting on a reminder, not that she needed one. She'd really messed up and her very near future was mapped out in a way that would be no surprise to her. He didn't feel sorry for her in the slightest. If he wasn't sure his friend would do a thorough job he'd be tempted to spank her himself.
Chapter Three
“Kendall, I think it's time we went home,” Mike said. “Go get those clothes and boots you were wearing.”
“You can get yours too,” Ryan said to Becky.
“I'm scared,” Kendall said, clutching Becky's arm.
Becky hugged her friend; she'd never seen her looking so out of her depth. “It'll be ok,” she said. “It's going to hurt ” she tried to explain. “But after it'll be kind of better. It's hard to put into words.”
“I can't see how. What if I say no?”
“Somehow, I don't think you're gonna get much of a choice,” Becky said. “But I'm serious; it does clear the air. All this horrible, tense, cut the air with a knife stuff gets better.” Kendall's eyes filled with tears.
“You sure?”
“Positive,” Becky said. “Mike loves you.”
* * *
“Not the boots,” Becky wailed when she entered the kitchen to find Ryan standing with an open trash bag.
“Really, Beck, you want to argue?”
“I don't WANT to argue, but I like them.”
“Put them in the bag,” Ryan said. “Now.”
It took every bit of self-control that Becky had in her to do as she was told without further argument. She couldn't resist giving Ryan a dark look as her precious footwear hit the bottom of the bag. It earned her a sharp slap in front of their friends.
“Ryan!” she said, her face pink with embarrassment. Her bare foot even did a slight stomp of its own accord. Big mistake.
Ryan grabbed her arm and peppered her bottom with six hard smacks and then pointed to the stairs. “Upstairs,” he said.
His look told her exactly what he expected and she fled the room as fast as her legs would carry her. She looked longingly at the bed. She still hadn't slept and she was dying to just throw herself down onto the soft covers and cry herself to sleep.
* * *
“Sorry about that,” Ryan said. “I'm sorry if your party was spoiled with all this Kendall.”
Kendall blushed. “It was my fault too,” she said honestly. Even with her first ever spanking hanging overhead she wasn't going to stand there and let Becky take all the blame.
“I know that,” Ryan said, “but Becky was your maid of honour and the organizer. She should have made sure everyone was safe.” He sighed. “Anyway the rest is for me to discuss with her.”
“Yep and we'll talk about your part in this at home,” Mike said. “Come on, time for us to go.”
Kendall followed him out the door and then turned back to Ryan.
“Don't be too hard on Becky, she was really upset about your car.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “I bet she was,” he said, “but thanks for being a good friend, Kendall.”
“S'ok,” she sighed deeply and followed her fiancé out to the car.
* * *
Becky resisted the urge to drop onto t
he bed and did what she knew was expected of her. She stripped naked and after folding her PJ's neatly and leaving them on her chair, she stood in the corner. Ryan hadn't had a chance to tell her what he was going to use, thank God, so at least she didn't have to stress about the brush or the bath brush yet. Or the paddle; any wood really. But then Ryan knew what she hated. Not knowing was kind of worse than knowing and stressing. She was stressing anyway. Her face was flaming. She was embarrassed after having her bottom smacked in front of Mike and Kendall, some things should be kept private. Now she was stressing because she was going to be spanked, again, with who knows what. Worse than that she was going to have to hear it again: Ryan's voice. She hated that disappointed tone in his voice and she hated it even more that she was the one who put it there.
* * *
Ryan crept into the room in his bare feet. He didn't want her to notice him. He watched her do her usual nervous dance. She was shuffling and fiddling with her hair. He had known her at times to try and get away with touching herself while she waited. Sometimes it had taken all of his strength to stop her. She'd looked so beautiful standing there naked, running the tips of her pretty manicured fingers down her flat belly to touch between her legs. He did stop her though if it was punishment. He didn't have to stop her from touching herself this time. This time, she was truly nervous, she was in BIG trouble and she knew it.
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