Safe Under Protection

by Holla Dean

  “Oh!” Debi cried out softly.

  “Do you like that, babe?” he asked with a growl in his voice.

  “Oh god, yes! I do like it, it feels so good!”

  He probed it with his finger as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. As his cock pulled out, his finger pushed in. It was obvious she was enjoying what he was doing to her. After a few strokes, her moans became louder and her hips began moving more frantically.

  Russ was on the verge of coming and he knew she was too. He couldn’t maintain his slight backward bend and pleasure both her openings any longer. Withdrawing his finger, he leaned forward and drove his cock deep inside her. Again. And one final time before he exploded and felt her pussy convulsing around him.

  Debi went completely limp as her head fell and rested on the seat of the chair. “Oh my god, oh my god. I can’t believe what just happened.”

  “Are you okay?” Russ had collapsed over her back and knew he should move, but couldn’t muster up the energy.

  “I’ve never been better. Can we do that again?”

  Russ laughed. “Sure, but what exactly is it you want to do again? Have me spank you soundly or fuck you over the back of the chair while playing with your back door?”

  He knew she hid her face so he wouldn’t see her blushing when she answered with, “Um…all of the above?”

  “Do we need more rules for you to break?”

  “Maybe,” she laughed. “Yeah, but I might start breaking them just so we can do this over and over.”

  “You do that; I know just how to deal with naughty girls that break the rules.”

  “Russ, I gotta get up before I pass out.” Her head had been hanging over the back of the chair too long.

  “Oh, sorry.” His cock had already slipped out of her. He stood up and helped her stand before leading her to the bed. He went into the bathroom to clean up and came back with a washcloth for her. He loved how she looked so shy as she took it from him and cleaned up. Dropping the washcloth to the floor, they cuddled and promptly fell asleep.

  * * * * *

  When Debi stepped out the front door late that afternoon to sweep the walkway, she found a plastic container filled with chocolate chip cookies on her welcome mat. There was a note taped to the top.

  Russ,

  Thank you very much for getting my niece’s car running so quickly. We appreciate the quick service, and since you were kind enough to not charge, we hope you’ll enjoy these homemade chocolate chip cookies.

  Sincerely, Aunt Quincy & Abigail

  She put them on a table just inside the door and began sweeping and thinking how everyone was so nice here. Homemade cookies for a little cleaning of some battery terminals was a very sweet gesture. Russ was fond of cookies, he would enjoy them.

  “Russ?” Debi called up the stairs when she was done sweeping. “The antique store lady sent you some homemade cookies. Better get down here before I eat them all up.”

  “Hey, she sent those to me,” he hollered back. “They’re mine. Be nice, and I just might let you have some.”

  “I’m pouring a glass of cold milk right now,” she teased.

  Russ hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen where Debi was pouring two glasses of milk.

  “Lucky for you that you’re pouring two glasses. It’s only been a few hours since I blistered your bottom, but I’m willing to do it again.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him and said, “I’d be willing to let you, so don’t think you’re scaring me.”

  He smacked her on the butt and she jumped. “Ow! That hurts. My tush is still sore.”

  “You’re the one that said you’d let me, so no complaining.” He took a cookie, stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, and washed it down with half of his milk. “Damn, these are good. I’ll fix her car for free anytime if she’ll keep me stocked up on these.”

  “They are good. But keep in mind, we’re not twenty anymore and have to watch our waistlines.”

  Russ leaned down and licked a few crumbs from the corner of her mouth. “Do you know how much I love you?”

  “As much as I love you,” she replied just before kissing him. “But I’m still putting the rest of the cookies away.”

  His work phone rang and he was off to another repair.

  Debi watched him back out of the garage and then hit the button to close the door. Back inside, she cleaned up the crumbs from their little snack and started dinner. She was one lucky old broad, she thought to herself.

  To still be so in love after over forty years of marriage had to be unusual. None of their friends were still married to their first spouses. A few had partners who had died, but most had split up. Their love had dwindled away, life had become boring, or someone cheated. But she and Russ still wanted to do things together, still enjoyed each other’s company.

  She was feeling like a teenager again. Once she had the chicken simmering, she went upstairs and combed her hair, put a little make-up on, and changed into a cute little cotton dress. She wanted to look nice for Russ when he came home.

  * * * * *

  Russ was having similar thoughts as he drove to his call. He had surprised himself when he was able to deliver a real spanking to Debi’s rear end. When reading about it, he had some doubts. He’d never struck his wife and always looked down on men who did.

  But when the time had come, he remembered the advice Jason and Brent had given him. Jason had said if he was serious about the rule when he made it, then he had to enforce it. And Brent had advised making sure the punishment got the message across.

  Consistency, enforcement, getting the message across. That’s what he had to do. Debi hadn’t just slipped up a little and started to utter the J in his old name. She’d come right out and said ‘Jess.’ He made the rule and she agreed to it. Debi wasn’t the only one reading blogs. Russ had found a few written by men and learned about lecturing, about what to do when your woman reached behind her to protect her butt, and how to control flailing legs.

  The little spanking the other day for fun was one thing. Truth be known, when he put that rule in place he’d been half kidding around. But it was important for Debi to call him by his new name. When Jason and Brent had stressed how important it was to enforce rules he felt they were right, but he wasn’t sure he could follow through.

  But follow through was exactly what he’d done. He was damn proud of himself the way he handled the whole thing. He didn’t think he’d confide to Jason or Brent about it. It was sort of a private thing. Well, maybe he’d let them know he’d given her a punishment spanking, but the aftermath was none of their business.

  The sex afterwards had been incredible. Funny thing, ever since they got to Corbin’s Bend the sex had been great. It wasn’t just the spanking that made it so good—their first spanking was just the other day—it had to be the community and the fact that they were finally living with a lot less stress now that they were done with testifying and hiding out in safe houses.

  * * * * *

  Debi started teaching on Monday morning. She made breakfast earlier than usual because she wanted to be at the school early so she could take a look at her classroom. It was wonderful. Plenty of colorful pictures were posted all over the room and when she opened her little supply cabinet with the key Principal Kent Manning had given her, she realized there had been no need for her to buy anything. Everything she thought she needed and more was right here.

  When the bell rang and the children came in, she thought they looked so adorable in their little school uniforms. The girls wore navy blue checked dresses with a white collar, white anklet socks and black patent leather Mary Janes. The little boys wore khaki pants, white shirts, white socks, and brown loafers. All the kids had yellow Corbin’s Bend backpacks.

  When everyone was seated at one of the group tables, Debi greeted them.

  “Good morning, children. My name is Ms. Hunter.”

  “Good morning, Ms. Hunter!”

  “The first thing I’d like
to do is make name tags for everyone. I’d appreciate it if you would wear them for a few days until I get to know all of your names.”

  She went around the classroom, writing stick-on name tags for everyone. Then she called roll. Some of the children had already begun fidgeting so the next activity was a name game that would help everyone remember each other’s name.

  The morning was gone in a blink of an eye and it was lunch time. The children filed out to the lunch room and Debi went to the teacher’s lounge to eat her brown bag lunch. Zachary Cunningham was there and it was nice to see someone whose name she knew. She had met his wife, Erin, at Venia’s and knew Zachary worked here.

  “How’s your first day going?” he asked her.

  “Wonderfully, the children are so well-behaved. They’re a joy.”

  “Ah, I see they’re working at making a good impression for teacher’s first day,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t let them fool you, they’ll loosen up and be a handful in no time.”

  She laughed and said, “I’m sure they will. But I’ll enjoy their good behavior while it lasts.”

  Deliah Michaelson came into the lounge and Zachary introduced them. More teachers came in and Debi had to work to try and commit everyone’s face and name to memory. There was so much talking and getting to know each other she barely had time to finish eating before she had to get back to class.

  The kindergartners were drowsy after their busy morning and lunch. Debi had them all get their little pallets from their individual bins and everyone lay down for a short nap. After a little whispering here and there, everyone was asleep and Debi enjoyed the quiet time.

  Waking them up and getting them all on board for the next activity forty-five minutes later was a little difficult. A few of them were somewhat crabby right after their naps. Others were just slow to get fully awake, and some were raring to go. The afternoon flew by and Debi was surprised when the bell rang for dismissal before she finished reading a story to them.

  “Looks like we’ll have to finish this up tomorrow.”

  She doubted anyone heard her. They all jumped up, grabbed their little backpacks and raced out the door to their waiting parents.

  * * * * *

  When she pulled into the empty garage, she knew Russ was on a call. She went inside and found a plate of peanut butter cookies on the kitchen table. There was a note thanking him for his help from Bernie, who owned and managed the Mexican restaurant, Endelé. Debi didn’t even know when Russ had fixed her car.

  Taking one of the cookies, she nibbled on it as she went upstairs to change. After undressing, the bed looked very inviting and she thought she’d have a quick nap. She wasn’t used to dealing with a room full of small children anymore.

  Russ came in shortly after she fell asleep and kissed her awake.

  “Hi,” she greeted him sleepily.

  “Is that peanut butter cookie I taste on your mouth?”

  “It is, and they’re good. What did you do for Bernie?”

  “She needed a new AC belt. Luckily she has the same model car you do so I had one on hand. I’ll have to think about carrying some common ones. But right now, I think you need a spanking for swiping one of my cookies.”

  “But I thought what’s yours is mine.” Debi smiled as he undressed.

  “It is, I just thought it was a good excuse to spank you.” He flipped her on her belly and pulled up her slip. “Hey, did you go to school with no panties on? That’s very naughty.”

  He smacked her butt a few times, making her giggle.

  “No, I didn’t! I was changing and then the bed looked so comfy, I thought I’d lay down until you came home. I just didn’t take my slip off.”

  “A likely story.” He smacked her playfully a few more times before slipping his hand between her legs.

  The teasing tone left his voice as he bent to kiss her. “I love how wet you get when I spank you.”

  “Mmm…” She reached for his cock and said, “And I love how hard your cock gets when you spank me.”

  His phone rang and they both groaned. It was still business hours and he had to answer.

  “Hello, Corbin’s Bend Auto Repair.” His voice was a little on the gruff side.

  Debi heard a woman’s voice on the other end but couldn’t make anything out. Then Russ replied, “I’ll be there right away, ma’am. We’ll get you on the road in no time.”

  Turning to Debi, he said, “We’ll pick this up again when I get back.”

  “I’ll hold you to that.”

  Chapter Ten

  Cookies were delivered to the Hunter household on such a regular basis Debi never had to buy any. She had to freeze half of what was delivered. It seemed every widow in the community called Russ for every little thing they could find wrong with their vehicles. Sometimes they just called for advice over the phone. What kind of gas was best to use? How often should they have their oil changed? Should they engage their parking brake when parked on a hill?

  He couldn’t charge for the time spent on those phone calls but they repaid him with cookies and sometimes brownies.

  Even Debi’s mentor, Venia, called for some minor problem and then made Russ some oatmeal raisin cookies. At first Debi thought it was sweet and kind of them. But did they really have to bake him cookies every time?

  It wasn’t just the widows who brought him cookies, single women also baked for Russ and sometimes Debi got the feeling they were all flirting with him. Not that a little flirting bothered her, but some of the women made a point to touch his arm, or brush some imagined lint from his shoulder. She wished they’d keep their hands to themselves. Russ was a handsome man, he looked easily ten years younger than he was. With his boyish grin, it was no wonder women found him attractive. A little green finger of jealousy began to take hold in her head.

  Russ was hers. Had been for forty plus years. Would continue to be for forty more if she had anything to say about it.

  She remembered the day she’d come home from school and found Liz Patterson hanging around Russ in the garage. She apparently had brought over her cookies while Russ had been in the garage straightening up the back of his van and making sure everything was secure after his last call.

  When Debi pulled up, Russ had looked relieved and made a point of coming to her and giving her a hello kiss.

  “Honey, this is Liz Patterson. I fixed her car yesterday and she just brought over some…uh…ginger cookies. Liz, this is my wife Debi.”

  Debi said hello to the tall brunette. She was thin with what looked like fake boobs trying to fall out of her too tight, too low V-neck t-shirt. Her eyes were a cold gray and Debi thought she was fifty-five trying to pass as thirty-five with her fake eyelashes, heavy eyeliner, and too red lipstick.

  “Nice to meet you, Liz. I’m sorry I can’t chat right now, but I need to change and then Russ promised me he’d fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom.”

  “No problem,” Liz said. “I just wanted to drop off the gingersnaps for Russ.” She touched his arm in what almost looked like a caress before she sauntered out of the garage.

  “Leaky faucet? In our bathroom?” Russ asked.

  “I lied. She was all over you and I wanted her to leave.”

  “Debi, she was not all over me. Besides, I was busy in the van.”

  “Right, and if I hadn’t come home when I did, she might have been in there with you.”

  “Hold on a second.” He grabbed her arm as she turned to go into the house. “What’s wrong? You aren’t jealous, are you?”

  “Of course not,” she lied. As she felt her neck and face heat up, she knew her blush would give away the lie. “I’m just sick of all these women making eyes at you and flirting and bringing you goodies.”

  He closed the garage door and wrapped his arms around her. “You do know your goodies are the only ones I’m interested in, don’t you?”

  “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

  “Hey, come on. It’s not like you to get jealo
us over a couple dozen cookies. Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

  Debi sighed. “I don’t know. I miss the kids, and the grandkids. What if we never get to see them again? Sometimes I think I can’t even remember what they look like.”

  She started softly crying on his shoulder.

  “Let’s go in the house.” He opened the entry door from the garage and led her to the sofa.

  “It’s the kindergarten kids making you miss Nicky and Claire, isn’t it?” His voice was all sympathetic and she leaned on his shoulder.

  “I guess,” she answered. “All day in school I wonder how Nicky and Claire are doing. Are they doing the same things I’m doing with my class? Claire just started kindergarten. Russ, what if we don’t ever see them again?”

  “We will, honey. We’ve got to believe we will. It might take a while, but we’ll see them again.”

  * * * * *

  Nearly every morning someone’s car didn’t start and Russ had to rush over so they could get to work. Most days he had three to five calls to handle. In the beginning he didn’t post hours, thinking to get started he needed to be available whenever people needed him. He soon changed that and posted hours on the community board and on his web page. Closing time was eight p.m. and he was closed for business on Sundays. Of course if someone called with a true emergency after hours or on a Sunday, he would take care of them.

  Debi seemed better for a few days after their talk, but it wasn’t long before she started complaining about the amount of cookies that were constantly being delivered. Russ was beginning to worry about her; it wasn’t like her to get so stressed. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it or how to help her overcome it.

  Another round of home baked goods made their way to the Hunter household and Debi went off on another little fit of jealousy.

  “I just don’t understand why they feel they need to bake for you. You are charging them, aren’t you?”

  “Of course I am. They’re just nice people. Besides, the cookies are good.”

  One day she came home to yet another plate of cookies and she tossed them down the garbage disposal in a brief rush of anger. When Russ came home and asked where the cookies were, she ashamedly confessed and apologized.