“No, Sir.” Against the cushion, her voice sounded slightly muffled.
“But you did get your toes done. And I assume you’ve been eating better.”
Probably not, but I’m not bringing it up.
Judd noticed her silence and smiled knowingly. “But that bed. It’s a simple domestic task that gives us civility. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you were truthful about that, little one, and in answering my questions outside, so surely that counts for something.”
God, I hope so.
“I’m giving you ten swats with my hand. We’ll consider them maintenance swats since it’s been a while. But for the bed, you’re getting six with the wooden spoon. You will count them out, and you will thank me, little one. Do you understand this?”
“Yes, Sir.” Jessi squeezed her eyes tightly beneath the blindfold and gripped the cushion with both hands.
Judd smoothed his hand over her ass and felt his cock surge to attention. He’d never spanked a woman over clothing before. And he’d always fucked her afterward. This was going to be a new experience. He raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp smack. Jessi yelped.
“You will be silent, little one, except to count and to thank me.”
Jessi gulped. “One. Thank you, Sir.”
Judd continued to mete out nine more swats, each harder than the previous one, rotating around her splendid denim-covered ass as Jessi dutifully counted them out, thanking him for each one. He watched her carefully, his eyes drawn to the center of his target, wondering if she was getting wet. Under normal circumstances he’s press his fingers to her pussy lips to find out, but these weren’t normal circumstances.
After Jessi counted out the tenth blow, Judd moved to stroke her hair. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, “you’re doing so well. Just six more and we’re done.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jessi whimpered.
Picking up the wooden spoon, Judd smoothed it over her tortured ass before popping her sharply. Jessi yelped again.
“Counting and thanking, little one. You don’t want to earn extra strokes.”
Through gritted teeth, Jessi counted each smack and thanked him. By the last one she was sniffling.
“Alright, we’re all done. You did very well.”
He helped her straighten up and removed the blindfold. Her face was streaked with tears. “Come to me, little one,” he said, gathering her up into his arms and sinking into the chair.
Jessi burrowed her face into the crook of his neck and sobbed softly as he rocked her gently and murmured tender words into her hair. When she quieted down, he spoke. “How was that? Was it too much? You didn’t safe-word, so you seemed to be alright.”
Her voice was husky from crying. “It was fine, Sir. It was hard, but not overly so.”
“And how are you feeling now?” He looked down at her. “I have to be honest, we’re in kind of uncharted territory here. Normally, when I spank a submissive, I make love to her afterward. It gives me the chance to know that she’s alright.”
Jessi glanced up at him through her eyelashes. “I feel...” She stopped, blushing furiously.
“Aroused?”
“God, this is so hard to talk about!” She leaned her head against his chest so she couldn’t see his face. “I haven’t...not since...”
“I understand, little one. Would you like permission to come?”
Jessi nodded and Judd felt his cock harden.
“Do you have a favorite toy?”
Jessi nodded again. “I have a...wand.”
“Okay, so later tonight, why don’t you take a nice bath? Light some candles, relax, maybe pour a glass of wine. Then afterward, get out your wand and pleasure yourself.”
She nodded into his chest. She’d felt his erection as she sat on his lap. She was not the only one feeling aroused. How am I ever going to look this man in the eye again?
“And you’ll text me when you finish this task. Yes?”
Jessi nodded again, her face burning.
“Good. We’ll figure this thing out, little one. We will.” He lightly kissed the top of her head.
Jessi walked him to the door. “Thanks so much, Judd. For...” she waved her hand as she foundered a bit, “everything.”
He smiled kindly. “You’re welcome.”
LEAVING JESSI’S, HE took himself back to his favorite watering hole on the inlet to have a beer and try to clear his head. He was joking with several of his friends, including his partner Alex, when his phone blipped.
The text was from Jessi. My task is completed, Sir.
Judd had almost forgotten. He grinned as he tapped out a message.
I need details, little one. How can I be sure that you did as you were told?
He could picture Jessi’s red face. She had probably hoped that her first message would be enough.
“I know that smile, bro,” hooted Alex. “You’ve got a hottie after you.”
It was Judd’s turn to flush. “It’s not like that. I just heard from Jessi. We worked on her yard today.”
“Jessi? That redhead from the party call we had last week? She is hot, bro. You telling me you’re not tapping that?”
Judd gave him a playful shove. “The woman’s a recent widow, and a very nice lady.”
“That just means she needs some, man.” Alex laughed as Judd moved away from the bar to find more privacy while he read Jessi’s response.
I ran a bubble bath as you suggested, and lit some candles. In the bath, I touched myself, pulling on my nipples and fingering my pussy. I made myself cum using a waterproof vibrator. After the bath, I dried off and lay across my bed (which I made, just so you know) and used the wand to come a second time. After I caught my breath, I used a vibrating dildo in my pussy, and I used the wand again and came a third time.
Judd ran a hand through his hair. This was hotter than he’d imagined.
You came three times little one?
Her reply came quickly. You didn’t specify, Sir.
He chuckled. You’re right, I didn’t. You’ve been a very good girl and you deserved three today. But next time, I will be more specific. Good night, little one.
Waving goodbye to his friends, he drove straight home and hit the shower, needing his own release.
Chapter 15
It was early afternoon the following day when Jessi’s phone blipped to indicate a text message.
Hey there, little one. How is your day going?
Jessi smiled. She glanced down at the fabric swatches she’d been using to try to decide which table cloths to order for next weekend’s event. It was a fiftieth wedding anniversary. Who would have imagined there were so many varieties of gold?
I’m great. How are you?
Happy to put aside table linen decisions for a moment, she waited for Judd’s reply.
I just spent the last couple of hours surfing, and I don’t have to be at work for another few hours so I’m great. How’s your bottom, little one?
Even in the privacy of her office, Jessi blushed. The truth was, her bottom was sore. Not that she minded. She’d been rather pleased when she checked herself in the mirror before she got dressed that morning and found that it was still red. There were even round bruises on each cheek from the wooden spoon.
It stings a little, Sir. And I have nice bruises from the wooden spoon.
Stretched out on a chaise lounge on his patio overlooking the beach, Judd grinned.
And how do you feel about that?
Jessi considered his question.
I don’t mind, Sir. It reminds me of feeling safe. Thank you, Sir, for the marks.
Judd sighed deeply. She was such a good submissive.
How about after we texted, little one? Did you come again?
“Oh, God!” Jessi said out loud. Her mind flitted to the previous night. When Judd had left, she’d been so needy. As her tub filled with water she’d gone into Graham’s closet to the box where he’d kept their toys. Alth
ough she’d thought to get the wand, she opted instead for a small waterproof vibrator.
She’d relaxed in the hot, lavender-scented bubble bath for a few minutes before her hands began exploring her body, kneading her round breasts, pausing to pull her pert pink nipples, eventually slipping down to the apex of her thighs.
Although she’d tried to envision Graham’s hands on her body, his image kept being replaced with visions of Judd. By the time she’d slid the vibrator into place in her eager core, it had been Judd’s name she’d called out. As she had the other two times she’d come.
She keyed in her response, grateful that she didn’t have to look Judd in the eye.
Yes, Sir. Thank you for permission to come.
Pausing a moment, she considered a sassy comment.
How about you, Sir?
She sent it before she could change her mind.
Judd laughed out loud. How about him?
He’d gotten into the shower as soon as he’d arrived home from the bar. He could still feel her ass under his hand, and he could imagine her pleasuring herself on that unmade bed. He’d poured earthy spiced shower gel into the palm of his hand and gripped himself firmly, recalling the feel of Jessi on his lap, imagining how it would be to fondle her breasts, to have her slide down over his cock and ride him. His moment had built, and he’d stroked faster, grunting in release as thick ropes of his essence had shot out under the steady hot stream.
Not that he would tell her that.
Are you being cheeky, little one? Maybe trying to earn a spank for next time?
Jessi giggled. No Sir, I would never do that.
I’m not sure I believe you, little one. We’ll be in touch. Call me if you need to, and I’ll be by on Saturday. We’ll be working on the back fence.
She sighed. Will do. And Judd, thank you again, for everything.
You’re very welcome, Jessi.
Chapter 16
Jessi and Judd found a rhythm over the next few weeks. Judd came to Jessi’s house on whichever weekend day he had off, be it Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. If she was available, Jessi was happy to help with whatever the week’s chore might be. They’d worked together on the back fence, the sprinkler system, and the gutters.
She felt disappointed if she happened to be working when Judd came by. She found that she enjoyed the easy conversations they shared, the laughter at silly jokes, and she valued his companionship.
And then there was knee time. She craved the chance to still her mind. Judd had begun to issue maintenance spankings about every two weeks. At first, he’d find some chore or assignment she’d neglected. But, as he’d told her, “I don’t really need a reason. It just makes you feel better.” And he’d winked.
Occasionally, Judd would stay for dinner, or they’d go out together. Jessi wondered if he dated, but she never asked. She didn’t really want to know.
ONE WEDNESDAY, JESSI’S phone rang. “Hi, Mom! We’re coming home for the weekend.”
“Great, Cara, I’m so excited to see you. Who’s we?”
“Trevor’s coming too. And Adam is driving down.”
Trevor? “Well, it sounds like the gang will all be here. I’ll be glad to have you. Is there anything special you want for dinner?”
“Don’t worry about anything, Mom. We’ll take care of everything. Have you cleaned out Dad’s stuff yet?”
Jessi blinked at the abrupt turn in conversation. “No. No, I’ve just pretty much left everything as is. Why?”
“No reason, I just wondered. We’re renting a car so you won’t need to pick us up at the airport. And I’m not sure when Adam plans on coming in, but we’ll be late, probably after 11:00. Trevor has to finish up his shift.”
“Okay, sweetie, whenever you get here will be fine. We’ll do waffles on Saturday.”
Jessi mentioned the kids’ visit the next time Judd called.
“Should I plan on skipping this week?” he wondered aloud.
“No, I don’t know why you would. You won’t be interrupting anything, and there’ll be six extra hands to help with the project. What are we working on this week?”
Judd laughed. “We’re overhauling the pool pump. We probably won’t need six extra hands, but a couple might be nice. I’ll see you Saturday, then.”
Friday evening was chaotic, with Adam arriving around 9:30, having driven from Orlando after work. “Traffic was crazy,” he said. And he was delighted with the new addition to the family, Buddy. With Graham’s allergies, they’d never been able to have a dog in the house.
Jessi watched Adam as they chatted over the pizza they ordered. As he talked about his job and the new video game he was working on, she noted again how like his father he was. He had Graham’s clear blue eyes and his unruly light brown hair, but he also had many of his father’s mannerisms. She felt the now-familiar pang of missing her husband, but she was aware that it was not as sharp as it had once been.
It was nearly midnight when the rental car pulled into the driveway. Jessi stood on the front walk watching Cara and her boyfriend get their things out of the car.
“Hi, sweetie,” she greeted her daughter, embracing her warmly.
“Hi, Mom. This is Trevor. Trevor, my mom.”
Trevor was a tall young man with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He reached to shake Jessi’s hand. “Mrs. Crenshaw, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Jessi chuckled as she shook Trevor’s hand. “Welcome, Trevor. It’s nice to meet you. I can’t say I’ve heard very much about you so far.” She gave Cara a look. “And please call me Jessi.”
Over a late-night dessert of homemade chocolate cake, Jessi learned that Cara and Trevor worked together at the Weather Channel. “Trevor was recently moved to the overnight show, Monday through Friday,” Cara explained. “He was able to switch shifts today, and then he’s off all weekend.”
“Are you from Atlanta?” Jessi asked Trevor.
“No, ma’am, I grew up and went to school in Oklahoma. I’ve never been this far south before.”
Jessi grinned. “I’m sure Cara will want to show you all around the area. All the various scenes of her misspent youth.”
“Mo-om!” Cara moaned.
“It’s been a while since I could embarrass you. I’m going to take full advantage,” Jessi laughed.
By 1:30, Jessi settled into her bed feeling pleased to have her children home again.
IN THE QUIET OF THE morning, Jessi poured herself a cup of coffee and sipped carefully. The kids were still asleep, a fact that didn’t surprise her in the least. Glancing at the clock on the stove, she figured she’d give them another hour or so before she tried to tempt them awake with the smell of homemade waffles.
She heard the slam of a car door out front. That, combined with Buddy’s beeline to the front door, let her know that Judd had arrived. Smiling to herself, she carried her coffee with her, opening the door to let Buddy tear across the lawn to greet his favorite human.
Judd set down his tool box and stooped to ruffle the puppy’s ears, then stood, grinning broadly. “Good morning, Jessi!”
She felt herself grinning back. “Hi, there. How are you this morning?”
“I’m great. Am I too early?” He frowned slightly.
“Not for me, you’re not. The kids are all still asleep. Can I get you some coffee?”
He nodded. “Coffee sounds great, actually.”
Judd followed Jessi into the kitchen and stood leaning against the center island. “So everybody got in okay?”
“They did. We didn’t get to bed until after 1:00,” she handed him a light blue mug of steaming coffee, “but I woke up about 7:00 and couldn’t sleep anymore.”
He accepted the mug and sipped gratefully. “This is good.”
She smiled at him. “I’m planning on making waffles for breakfast. Are you hungry?”
Judd’s eyes widened. “Waffles? I had a granola bar on my way over, but there’s no way I’d pass up homemade waffles.”
Jessi patted the counter. “Have a seat, then. Waffles are coming right up.”
Judd sank onto one of the high stools and sipped his coffee, watching Jessi expertly measuring ingredients into a large yellow mixing bowl. Soon the aroma of freshly cooked waffles filled the kitchen.
“There you are,” said Jessi, sliding a pair of crispy golden waffles in front of him. “Syrup? I have maple and strawberry.”
“Oh, man, I’m never going to get to that pool pump today.” He laughed as he lifted the bottle of maple syrup and poured a generous helping all over his breakfast.
Jessi sat with him and nibbled on a waffle of her own as they chatted amiably about their week. Soon enough, Judd was finished.
“That was delicious,” he said, carrying his plate to the sink, where he rinsed it and placed it in the dishwasher. “Thank you!”
Jessi blushed slightly. “Oh, it’s just waffles, but I’m glad you liked them.”
“I did. Very much.” He held her gaze for a moment. “Well, off to the pool pump, then.”
“Thanks so much, Judd. I’ll send Adam out there after he eats.”
From the back door, Judd waved, and headed out to the pool deck.
Jessi stood watching him through the window, Buddy snuffling around his feet as he set to work. She smiled to herself, happy to have Judd there at her house.
“Ummm, what smells so good?”
She turned at the sleepy voice of her son. “Good morning, sweetie.” Crossing the kitchen, she hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. “Are you hungry?”
“For your famous waffles? Always!” Adam claimed the stool recently vacated by Judd.
As Jessi ladled more batter onto the waffle iron, Adam’s brow furrowed. “Um, Mom? There’s a guy out by the pool.”
She glanced out the window. “Oh, that’s Judd. He’s working on the pool pump. I told him you could help him in a while.”
“Sure,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his breakfast.
Cara came down the stairs followed closely by Trevor. Both were dressed in shorts and casual shirts, ready for the day.
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