by Holla Dean
Spence wrapped her in his arms and deepened the kiss. Her hands were trapped between them, resting on his solid chest. She shouldn’t be doing this, she was still married. Just because she’d left her husband didn’t mean she should fall into bed with the first man she met.
“Stop, please. I can’t, I’m still married,” she pleaded.
Spence nibbled at her ear lobe and said, “Come to dinner with me, Margaret.”
She nodded, “All right, but just dinner. Nothing else. And call me Maggie, only my mother calls me Margaret.”
Spence released her and she went to the bedroom to get a sweater.
They went to a small, family owned restaurant and of course, everyone knew Spence and stopped by their table to chat and be introduced to Maggie.
It was a nice evening; Spence didn’t pry into her personal business and he answered all her questions about the town. She was seriously considering staying here if she could find work.
Spence said they might be able to hire her at the clinic, though the pay might not be what she was used to.
“I’m not worried about the pay right now.” Maggie said. “I just want to start fresh. I need to find a lawyer to start the divorce, too.”
“I can help you with that. I have a friend who’s a good lawyer. I’ll get you his name and number.”
Spence ordered for her. A salad, small steak, veggies, and they split a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. Everything was healthy except for the cake.
Back at her cottage, Spence didn’t go inside. He knew he’d only want to get her in bed, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. He did kiss her goodnight.
“Come by the clinic tomorrow and I’ll introduce you to the administrator. You can talk to her about working there. And I’ll give you the number to Larry’s law firm so you can talk to him about your divorce.”
Maggie wanted to invite him in but knew that she’d end up making love with him and it was too soon. Plus she was afraid. He made too many references to spanking her and it just didn’t seem like he was joking. She just left an abusive relationship and wasn’t about to enter another one.
SPANK HER AGAIN
CHAPTER THREE
In the morning Maggie made two eggs for breakfast, plopped them on top of a piece of toast and had an open faced egg sandwich. Then she had half a cup of yogurt, cleaned up and went to the clinic.
Spence was glad to see her so early. He gave her the number to his lawyer friend, Larry Goldman and she called right then and made an appointment for one o’clock that afternoon. Spence then took her in to meet the administrator of the clinic. Mavis Fry looked like the classic grandma. Maggie thought Mavis looked more like she should be baking chocolate chip cookies than being an administrator of a medical clinic.
But looks were deceiving. When Mavis spoke she had a no nonsense tone and explained what the clinic could pay and what the benefits were. Maggie was a little surprised at the low pay. It was almost half of what she made back in southern California. But the cost of living was also about half here so maybe it all worked out.
Maggie needed to work so she took the job and agreed to start the following week. She’d have to talk to Nancy about staying in the cottage longer. Maybe she could take a month and work on finding a little rental house during that time.
As Maggie walked back through the clinic she ran into Spence. “Looks like I’m hired,” she said. “I start on Monday morning.”
“Great! Come on, I’ll take you to lunch to celebrate.”
They went to another small restaurant and Spence ordered a Caesar chicken salad and Maggie ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda. When the waitress left Spence said, “That’s not exactly a healthy meal, Maggie. We’ll let it go this time since we’re celebrating, but I’m serious about turning you over my knee if you refuse to take better care of yourself.”
There was that flash of fear in her eyes again. It turned quickly to rebellion.
“What is this obsession you have with spanking?” She asked.
“It’s not an obsession,” he answered. “It’s just that I’ve found women need to be taken in hand.”
“Taken in hand? What exactly does that mean?”
“It’s not too complicated, Maggie. Most women go through life without giving a care to themselves. They care for their children and their husbands, but not for themselves. They’ll run themselves ragged for everyone and end up run down. So they need to be reminded to care about themselves.”
“Are you serious? And you think spanking a grown woman will make her take better care of herself? That’s absurd!”
Spence shrugged and said, “It’s been proven time and time again. Do you know how many women eat poorly so their families can eat better? Even if they’re not financially strapped, they’re so busy making sure they get the food on the table for the rest of the family that they rarely eat properly themselves. Many women say they’re not hungry by the time they finish cooking because they’ve been taste testing the whole time. They make sure their husband gets the best cut of the meat. They speed through the city running here and there taking their kids to school and to all their extracurricular activities.”
“And spanking them makes it all better?”
“It makes them focus on their behavior. No one wants to be spanked. But when a woman knows she’ll be getting spanked if she gets a ticket for speeding, she probably won’t speed as much. If she knows she’ll get a spanking for not taking proper care of herself, she’ll eat better, make sure she gets enough sleep, and take time for herself.”
Maggie was dumbfounded by this theory. She wanted to know more. “What else would you spank for?”
Did she just feel her pussy quiver with excitement? No way.
“Well, every HOH is different. For myself, I’m more concerned about health and safety issues than anything else. I do like to be treated with respect so I may spank for blatant disrespect. And I don’t think women should swear too much, though I’m not a real stickler for that.”
“What is a HOH?” Maggie asked.
“Head of Household.” Spence answered as he speared a piece of his chicken salad.
“Well then, I guess I’m safe as I’m the head of my own household.”
Spence looked at Maggie and gave her a little smile. “Not necessarily. If we’re to build a relationship between us I’d expect you to pay attention to your health and safety. I would require respect as well.”
Maggie smiled sweetly back at him and said, “But I’m still married, Spence. We are not building a relationship.”
The whole conversation had a surreal quality to it for Maggie. Spence seemed to think they already had a relationship while Maggie was sure they did not. There was almost a humorous aspect to the conversation as well, which Maggie did not really understand. They were talking about spanking an adult woman, and as far as Maggie was concerned, there was nothing humorous about that.
Maggie went to her meeting with the lawyer and put the legal aspects of obtaining a divorce from Frank into motion. Her biggest concern was that Frank could not know where she was.
Larry told her that was no problem. She could keep her address at the mail center in California and he would have no idea where she was. The mail center would forward all her mail to her address here in Blue Moon. Larry was affiliated with a law firm in California and all correspondence to Frank would have their address on it. Frank would receive nothing from an address in Wyoming.
After her meeting with the lawyer, Maggie went back to her cottage. She made arrangements with Nancy for a monthly rate and paid the fee in advance. Then she got on her laptop and spent the remainder of the day looking up rental homes in the town of Blue Moon.
There were several possibilities and Maggie mapped them all out with the intention of driving by all of them the next day. It would give her a good look at the residential areas of the town and she would be able to better determine where she might want to live.
When the knock at the front door br
ought her out of her rental research, she looked up and realized it was dinner time. She opened the door to find Spence standing there with Chinese take-out in his hands.
“Hi, I have dinner.” He announced.
“Uh…I see. Um…I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
Spence wished she wasn’t so damn beautiful. He was afraid she was not the kind of woman who would submit to the lifestyle he would want. This couldn’t turn out well. And on top of that, here he was, bearing a gift of dinner that was not exactly what he would call healthy. After all his lecturing on eating healthy and taking care of herself, now he was standing here with a bag of fairly greasy Chinese stir fry.
“I know,” He said. “But I’m still making sure that you eat at regular intervals.”
Maggie invited him in and led him to the dining table. She went into the kitchen and got some plates and silverware. Spence opened the containers and began to divide the food between the two plates.
As Maggie watched the various different foods being dished out, she thought most of this food was not really healthy. In addition to the greasy stir fry, there was Egg Foo Yung on a bed of shrimp fried rice that definitely didn’t qualify as healthy. The chop suey was coated in a thin slick of grease.
“Spence, you are aware that this food isn’t exactly healthy, aren’t you?” She asked.
“Yes, I am aware of that. Just because I normally eat healthy doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the occasional side trip into not so healthy foods.”
“You are a contradiction. How could you possibly expect a girl to figure out what would bring on a spanking?”
Spence was surprised by her question and wondered if it meant she was considering trying to build a relationship with him that included domestic discipline.
“Healthy eating is just a guideline; it doesn’t mean we can’t ever have something that’s not healthy.”
“So how would a girl know if she’s getting spanked for it? It doesn’t make sense.”
Spence answered, “If it becomes an almost daily occurrence, then it would be time for a spanking. But once or twice a week would be fine.”
They finished dinner and Maggie couldn’t stop thinking about this spanking thing. She couldn’t believe the little tingles she felt in her belly and between her legs. In the living room, they sat together on the small sofa, watching television, and Spence had his arm around her shoulders. During the commercials he would nibble on her ear lobe or kiss her.
Eventually he teased her into a state of total desire. She wanted him and knew he wanted her as well. Soon his hand was slipping under her blouse and caressing her bare skin. Her rib didn’t hurt anymore and she hadn’t wrapped it today. He found the front closure of her bra and unhooked it, freeing her breasts. Spence lifted the blouse and bent his head down to capture a breast in his mouth.
He gently bit the tender nipple and then suckled, sending hot jolts of desire through her belly. Maggie moaned. This was so nice, it felt so good. She couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed sex. With Frank it had become something she did to keep him from going into a rage and beating her.
She pushed all thoughts of Frank out of her mind and concentrated on what was happening now. Maggie unbuttoned Spence’s shirt and slipped her hand inside to rub his chest. It was hard and solid. She ran her fingers lightly over his nipples and felt a little shudder go through him.
Spence slid his hand inside Maggie’s yoga pants and cupped her mound, feeling the dampness that told him she wanted him. He pushed the pants down over her hips while she arched her back to lift her hips up, making it easier to get the pants down.
Maggie’s hand fumbled with unbuckling Spence’s belt, then she unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper.
Spence rose from the sofa with Maggie in his arms and strode to her bedroom. He set her down on her feet and finished undressing her and then took his clothes off.
“Maggie, honey. This is happening all too fast. You know what kind of relationship I want and I’m not sure you’re ready for that.” Spence’s voice was hoarse with desire. His cock was hard and throbbing. He wanted to sink it deep inside her pussy and make her come all over him.
Maggie knew he was talking about his spanking obsession. Right now she didn’t want to think about that, she just wanted that massive cock deep inside her. She looked into his eyes and said, “Spence, I want you inside me now. But I’ve just walked out on an abusive man and I don’t ever plan on letting a man hurt me again.”
Spence gathered her in his arms and kissed her. “Maggie, I’d never abuse you. Spanking is not abuse, it’s a corrective measure. Yes, it does sting, but it’s a sting to remind you not to do things that could be harmful to you. I don’t like seeing that fear in your eyes.”
“I can’t help it, Spence. I’m afraid. I’ve never been spanked and the whole idea of spanking an adult seems weird to me.”
Their desire had ebbed somewhat with the talk of spanking. Spence still had a hard-on, but it wasn’t as urgent now to ram it into her. He had an idea, but wasn’t sure she’d go along with it.
“Maggie, let me spank you now. We’ll call it a practice spanking to help you get over your fear.”
Her eyes opened wide and Spence saw the fear in them. He rubbed her arms gently and said, “It’ll be a light spanking, no pain, I promise you. I want that fear to leave your eyes. I’m not the brute you left.”
Spence sat on the bed and pulled her close to him. She didn’t say no, she just stared at him. He pulled her down across his lap, her ass in easy spanking position. Maggie’s torso rested on the bed and her legs were also resting on the bed. She was fully supported as she lay across Spence’s lap.
Maggie didn’t know what to expect as she lay there. Why was she allowing this? She was afraid and yet there was also a thrill of excitement.
Spence rubbed her ass, caressing each cheek with the palm of his hand. “You’re beautiful, Maggie. Your body is gorgeous and your ass is magnificent. I want you to relax. Don’t be afraid.”
He continued running his big open palm over her butt and then began soft, gentle spanks, taking turns on her cheeks. First the left cheek, then the right cheek.
Maggie thought, he’s right, this doesn’t hurt at all. I wonder how it can be effective in changing behavior.
Spence increased the strength of the spanks slightly as he spanked each cheek three more times. Then he increased it again and then once more.
Maggie sucked in a breath, ok, now these are stinging a little bit, maybe it’s time to stop. But she did like the thrilling zingers that seemed to be zapping through her pussy.
Spence spanked each cheek three more times, quite a bit harder than any of the other smacks. Maggie cried out, “Stop!”
He flipped her over onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Spence buried his head at the apex of her thighs and ran his tongue over the length of her slit. She was wet; the light spanking had aroused her. He sucked on her clit and sank two fingers deep into her pussy.
Maggie gasped and grabbed his thick hair in her hands as she bucked her hips in a sudden, unexpected orgasm.
Spence continued nibbling on her sensitive sex causing little spasms to keep running through her body. He slowly worked his way up, kissing every inch as he went. He kissed her abdomen, swirled his tongue around her belly button, kissed each rib, paused to thoroughly give each breast some attention, then her collar bone, and up her neck.
He was going to lose it if he didn’t get his cock into her wet pussy. As he captured her mouth, he rammed his throbbing organ in to the hilt. He paused to feel her moist heat surround his cock. Then he slowly withdrew and rammed it home again.
Maggie met every stroke as she dug her fingernails into his back. She could feel the buildup of another orgasm coming on, then she felt a slight thrumming from his cock and knew he was about to come.
The pounding strokes became harder, faster, and his kiss deeper until they exploded together with an intensity that
neither had ever experienced before.
They lay there for a long time, trying to catch their breath, waiting for their heart rates to slow down. Maggie could feel her heart pounding in her chest, in her head, even in her ears.
Spence slowly pulled out of her and lay on his side looking at her, watching her chest rise and fall as her heart slowed down. He put his hand on her breast and kneaded it gently. “How’s your rib? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’
Maggie shook her head and turned to look at him and said, “That was indescribably fantastic, Spence.”
“It was.” He responded. “You’re beautiful. Your ass has a rosy glow from our practice spanking.”
Maggie blushed at the reminder of it. “I have to admit that at first I thought it was nothing, that there was no way it could have any effect on someone’s behavior. But at the end there, you gave me a couple of sharp, stinging whacks and it was definitely not comfortable.”
“I think we could call that spanking more of an erotic one. It aroused us both.”
Maggie said, “Yes, and that surprised me. I mean, I’ve heard of erotic spankings before but never thought I’d like it. If it culminates in the fantastic sex we just had, I may have to revise my opinion on spankings.”
“Erotic spankings can be fun.” Spence said. “But a punishment spanking is not meant to be fun. It would be more like what you felt at the end of the spanking we did tonight, but more of them, and possibly even harder if deserved. Plus, there’s usually no sex after a punishment spanking.”
“Hmm…I’m not sure I like the idea of harder whacks. And what fun is it if there’s no mind blowing sex afterwards?”
“If it’s a punishment, it’s not supposed to be fun, sex would be a reward and nullify the effects of the spanking.”
They lay there, not speaking, for a long time. Then Spence suddenly slapped himself on the forehead.
“Maggie,” he said. “There’s something neither one of us thought of.”
