His Firm Guidance

by Constance Masters

  “Mmhmm,” she said, her legs falling open to give him better access.

  Those fingers dipped and swirled and the spanking started again, rattling her equilibrium. Her ears rang with the loud rhythmic slaps as his hard hand met with her soft flesh. “Ow!” she yelped.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “No. I mean, yes…I don’t know.” She wriggled and squirmed, but was she pushing away from his hand, or towards it? She couldn’t think. Her skin started to prickle. She felt cold and shivery and yet flushed at the same time. Then it started, creeping like a lit fuse until she burst with wave after glorious wave of pleasure. She cried out as the hardest spank met the peak of her orgasm and she floated back down with soft pats and fingernails scraping delicately over her freshly spanked skin.

  “Wow,” she said, finally scrambling off his lap with help. “I need to see. Is it red?”

  “It’s pink. Very pink.”

  Her hands ran over her own warm skin, her embarrassment gone as she stood in front of the mirror trying to see her own butt. “It feels warm.”

  Tyler pulled her into his arms. “Yes, it does.” He kneaded the warm flesh with pride. “I know you liked that,” he said with a Cheshire cat grin.

  “Oh, yeah,” she giggled. “Don’t expect me to stay out of trouble now.”

  Her amused husband was about to set her straight when she dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. Anything he wanted to say was swallowed with a deep groan as she took him to her lips with a greedy smile.

  * * *

  “Maybe we should just stay in a hotel one more night.”

  “We can’t, Whit. My folks are expecting us.”

  “I’m sure they’ll survive if I don’t turn up. Probably make their day, but then your mom would blame me for keeping you away.”

  “Hey. Enough of that. If you go into this with a negative attitude, it isn’t going to help. My mom isn’t going to see how much you’ve changed if you’re acting like a sulky brat.”

  “I’m not. I’m nervous.”

  “There’s no need.”

  “That’s easy for you to say.”

  “Yes, it is. You have me now. I’ll talk to my mom.”

  “Ok.” She wanted to believe that, but she couldn’t push away the feeling of dread.

  * * *

  “We’re here,” Tyler said, poking her lightly. “I know you’re not asleep.”

  “I could be. Why don’t you go in there and catch up. You can pretend you have to come to wake me up.”

  “No. I’m not going to lie.”

  “Spoilsport.”

  He tugged her ponytail. “Smile. This is the start of a new beginning.”

  She flashed him a phony smile and took off her seatbelt. “Now or never.”

  “That’s the spirit.”

  Tyler’s mom flung open the door, but the smile slid off her face when she saw Whitney.

  “Tyler!” she said, pulling him into an embrace. “Whitney.” Her eyes didn’t leave her son’s face as she tried to communicate a bunch of questions without speaking.

  “Hi, Mom,” he said, kissing her cheek. When she didn’t immediately acknowledge Whitney, he gave his wife a gentle push forward. “Your new daughter-in-law,” he said.

  “Whitney,” she said curtly.

  “Hi, Mrs. Jackson,” Whitney said shyly.

  “Where did you two meet up?”

  “Vegas,” Tyler said. “It was a total accident.”

  “Oh?” she said, turning to Whitney.

  “Really.” Whitney could tell his mother wasn’t having a bar of that.

  “Mom, it really was.”

  Mrs. Jackson’s eyes flicked from one to the other, searching for some sign that this was a joke, but she saw no mirth in their eyes. “You’re not joking,” she said, knowing for sure that they weren’t.

  “Mom, this is a good thing. I’m happy. We’re happy.”

  “Come in. You must be tired,” she said, tight-lipped. “We’ll have coffee and cake.”

  “Told you,” Whitney mouthed as they trudged in behind her mother-in-law.

  “Why don’t you take your things up to your room?”

  “Ok, Mom.”

  “Yes, Mommy,” Whitney mimicked with a cheeky grin as she kicked the door shut. “You’re in trouble.”

  “You’ll be in trouble in a minute,” Tyler said. He aimed a smack at her bottom, but she dodged and bounced onto the bed.

  “This is nice,” she said with a grin as she scanned the room. Posters of different cars and a map of the world. “Very circa Junior High.”

  “My mom likes things to stay the same.”

  “Yes. She does.”

  “Look, Honey, she’s a bit shell-shocked. She didn’t see this coming. She’ll come around.”

  “I hope so,” Whitney said, suddenly jumping off the bed and lifting the mattress.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Checking to see if you were a naughty boy,” she said. “Isn’t that where all the teenage boys hid their stash of dirty magazines?”

  “Where was I gonna get magazines like that in this town without my parents finding out?” he laughed.

  “True. Old Mrs. Clemens. Remember her?”

  He narrowed his eyes at her and squinted his nose. “Your daddy know you’re selecting that magazine, young Tyler?” he imitated.

  Whitney giggled. “What do you think she would have said if you told her that he was the one who sent you?”

  They both collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles until there was a sharp rap on the door. “I don’t want to interrupt anything,” Mrs. Jackson said with a huff that indicated that if they were doing something, they should stop. “I just wanted to let you know your coffee’s getting cold.”

  “We’ll be right down, Mom.”

  The only sound was that of receding footsteps as they trod heavily on the stairs.

  “We’re swapping cups,” she said. “That woman wants to kill me.”

  “Stop.”

  “Tell her to stop.”

  “I will if I have to. We just got here. You just worry about you. I’ll worry about Mom.”

  * * *

  Tyler was very relieved to see his dad coming through the door as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “Dad,” he said, embracing the older version of himself.

  “Oh, it’s good to see you, boy.” Mr. Jackson said, patting his back as he hugged him. “And I believe I have a new daughter.”

  “Hi, Mr. Jackson,” Whitney said with a genuinely happy smile. It was nice to have someone welcome her so warmly.

  “Mr. Jackson nothing. You call me Dad.”

  “Mom’s not very happy,” Tyler said.

  “You noticed that, did you? She’s not fond of surprises.”

  “I would have told her earlier but honestly, it just happened.” Tyler said.

  “It’ll all work out,” the older man said.

  “I hope so,” Whitney said.

  “I know so, Honey.”

  For a split second there was something on the kind man’s face that reminded her of Tyler. That thing that had always made her feel like she could trust him. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  He laughed loudly and then ushered them into the kitchen. “Isn’t this a lovely surprise then, Grace?” he said, kissing his wife before taking a seat at the table.

  “Coconut cake, Tyler. Your mom’s made your favorite.”

  “I like to make things comfortable for when he comes home,” she said.

  “And I appreciate it,” Tyler said, sticking his fork into his cake. Before he could get it to his mouth, however, and while his mother had her back to them pouring coffee, Whitney snatched his plate and switched it with her own.

  “Poison,” she mouthed.

  “Thanks,” Tyler mouthed back, looking at his cake carefully before popping some more into his mouth with a shrug.

  “I guess we’ll have to get a bigger bed,” Grace said, sitting to joi
n the others with coffee, not cake.

  “We’ll be fine, Mom.”

  “No, no. I can’t have you two squeezed in there like sardines,” she said.

  “No need for a new bed, Mrs. Jackson.” Whitney said with the sweetest smile. “We love being all squished up like sardines.” She could feel Tyler’s disapproving look, but she was on a roll; the look on his mom’s face was a classic. If she didn’t acknowledge that she saw Tyler’s warning, then technically she didn’t, at least as far as she was concerned. She whispered loudly to her new mother-in-law, “It certainly makes it easier for him to slip inside.”

  “Whitney!” Tyler said.

  Grace sat at the table with a hurt expression. “That wasn’t what I meant,” she said stiffly.

  Whitney stopped, aware that she may have pushed her luck too far. Her kind father-in-law wasn’t smiling.

  “You see why I’m upset?” Grace said to her son. “I thought if you went away to school you’d meet someone poised and mature. What happens? You come back home married to this brazen little…CHILD!”

  “I KNEW you’d ruin everything! You don’t even have a sense of humor,” Whitney said, getting up from the table and ignoring the chair that fell over with a bang. She ran up to Tyler’s room and slammed the door behind her.

  “What were you thinking?” Grace hissed as soon as Whitney was out of earshot.

  “I know it was a bit of a shock, Mom, and I should have told you, but it all happened really fast.”

  “Marriage is not something you take lightly. You don’t just rush into it without a minute of thought.”

  “I’ve known Whitney forever. You KNOW that, Mom.”

  “Yes, I do. I watched you break your heart over that girl every time she got a new boyfriend.”

  “They were kids back then, Grace,” came the quiet voice of reason.

  “Oh, Brian. A leopard doesn’t change its spots. She was fickle back then and I haven’t seen anything so far to show me that she’s changed.”

  “She doesn’t HAVE to show you she’s changed, Mom. She married me. ME, not you. I have what I’ve always wanted and we’re happy. She will apologize for the way she acted, but it isn’t just her fault. You haven’t exactly made an effort. If you can’t be happy for us and welcome Whit into the family, then I think it’ll be better if we stay somewhere else.”

  Brian looked on with pride as his son spoke to his mother. He didn’t fly off the handle or even disrespect her. He just told her like it was.

  “Tyler, I was looking forward to spending time with my only son.”

  “I’m still here, Mom. You can spend time with both of us.”

  Grace pursed her lips. “I only have one child and I didn’t even get to see him get married.”

  “I’m sorry about that, Mom. I’m sorry I deprived you of a wedding. I’m not sorry about the marriage itself, though. Maybe one day we can have another service and a party. One day when we ALL feel like we have something to celebrate.”

  “Can’t get a better offer than that then, Grace, can you?”

  “Hmm,” she said.

  “Ball’s in your court.”

  “I think I’m going to go with Whitney into town. See if anything’s changed.”

  “Good idea, son,” Brian said.

  * * *

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  “Are you ok?”

  “I’m fine. I don’t know what got into me, really. I was so nervous and you could cut the air with a knife in that kitchen.”

  “I know.”

  “When she said we’d be squashed up like sardines…well, I couldn’t help it. It was too much. I mean, she didn’t even know what she’d said. I was joking with her.”

  “I was there, remember? You were rude and disrespectful. I know my mom is being a bit difficult, but that doesn’t give you the right to act that way. We’re going for a drive and I’m going to spank you.”

  “We haven’t even been here a day!”

  “Exactly. When we come back you’re going to apologize and you’re going to mean it. Hopefully tomorrow you can try a bit harder.”

  “Is she going to apologize to me?”

  “I don’t know, but I know she’s not a mean person. Give her time. She’ll get over this and the two of you could end up best friends. That won’t happen so easily if you butt heads over every little thing.”

  “It’s not me who’s doing the butting.”

  “It takes two to argue, Whitney, I’m asking you to not be that second person. Come on.” He held out his hand with his eyebrow raised and she took it, if a little begrudgingly.

  “Wait,” she said, pulling back her hand. “I’m cold. I need to get a sweater.” She rifled through the pile of clothes she’d tipped onto the floor.

  “Whitney.”

  “What? I’m looking for one.”

  Tyler bent down and picked up a sweater for her.

  “I don’t know if I like this one.”

  “What I do know is that you have to put away that mess before we go.”

  “I’ll do it later.”

  “Do it now.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “Just do it. Honestly, you could have it done while you’re arguing.”

  Whitney rolled her eyes, but started picking up her stuff.

  “Thank you. I’ll clear you some space.”

  * * *

  “Mom, we’re just going for a drive,” Tyler called out as he opened the door. “Mom?”

  “I’m upstairs,” she called back. “You have fun.”

  Tyler stopped for a minute. “What time’s supper?”

  “Might be a little late,” Brian called down. “Take your time.”

  “Ok, then…bye.” Tyler shrugged and turned to Whitney. “Let’s go, I guess.”

  “You don’t think they’re up there doing the dirty, do you?

  “Oh, hush!” he said, his face screwed up with disgust. “No, my dad’s probably just talking her into being nice.”

  “I like your dad.”

  “Me too.”

  * * *

  “See? I was nice then,” Grace said petulantly from her spot in the corner. Despite her forty-six years, she still felt like she was six when she was standing in the corner with her pants and panties around her ankles.

  “I know! Imagine how nice you’re going to be when you’re sitting on a reminder?”

  “Oh, Brian. We don’t know that they even left yet!”

  “Yes, we do,” he said, closing the blinds. “They just drove down the driveway. Now bring me your hairbrush, young lady.”

  Chapter Four

  Whitney watched Tyler carefully as he pulled down the driveway and onto the street.

  “Where are we going?”

  “The old picnic ground.”

  “You don’t think this was all blown a little out of proportion?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I am. Honey, it was a joke.”

  “It wasn’t funny. It was a lewd attempt at a joke. My mom might have been being a bit cold, but she didn’t deserve to be ridiculed like that.”

  “Are you always going to take her side? For FUCK’S SAKE!” As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew. She’d really gone too far. “I’m sorry. It just slipped out. Tyler? Really, I didn’t mean it.”

  “Too late.”

  “Where are we going now? This isn’t the way.” They were driving into the town, which was nowhere near where he said they were going.

  “We’re going shopping.” He parked the car in front of the drug store.

  “What do we need in here?” she asked as he opened her door and waited for her to get out.”

  “You’ll see.” He took her arm firmly and walked her into the store where he purposefully marched down the aisles until he found what he needed. As he found each item, he passed them to her. A bottle of water from the fridge on the way in, a brush from the hair accessory aisle, and finally, from the beauty
aisle, he showed her a bar of soap.

  Her eyes widened as the register rang up each item. Surely he wasn’t going to put that thing in her mouth for real. If it was an empty threat, then he was taking it pretty seriously. That brush looked like it was going to hurt. She hoped the embarrassment she was feeling wasn’t written all over her face. Did that girl who rang up their items know what Tyler planned to do with them? It was too much to think about; all she wanted to do was get back in the car. Even if it did mean she was heading towards a quiet place with a pissed-off man who just bought a new wood-backed hairbrush.

  * * *

  The picnic area was a single beat-up old wooden bench and rusty old grill down by the lake. Whitney had never seen anyone actually cook on it and thankfully there was no one around now. Not that she’d expected to find a family out at this time of night, but some nosy intoxicated teens could have been a distinct possibility. Thankfully tonight there was nobody.

  “I’ll get splinters from that bench,” she dared to say when Tyler undid his seatbelt.

  “We’re not using the bench.”

  Whitney’s legs were shaking as she watched Tyler spread a waterproof backed quilt onto the ground.

  “My mom’s idea of a picnic blanket,” he explained. “She made it for me.”

  “Nice. I’d rather see it spread with a picnic instead of me.”

  Tyler sat down and patted his lap. “Come on, naughty girl, lie over my lap.”

  With a sigh Whitney did as she was told, thankful that Tyler had calmed down. He even sounded a little playful when he’d ordered her over his lap. Hadn’t he? Who was she kidding; he was calm but he wasn’t playing.

  Even though she knew she was in trouble, it was comforting to lie across Tyler’s warm lap. She folded her arms on the soft fabric and lay down her head, allowing her eyes to drift closed for a brief few seconds. Her breath caught as her skirt slowly rose up her legs and thighs until finally a cool rush of air wafted across her vulnerable cheeks, making her shiver. She wasn’t cold for long. A warm hand skimmed over her bottom and then squeezed so hard it almost hurt. The first spank took her breath away with its intensity, leaving her speechless, but when the second hit she found her voice. Expletives a pirate would be proud of burst out of her mouth, one after the other.