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Safe In His Hands by Shelly DouglasChapter One

Libby woke up nervous and edgy that beautiful Saturday morning. She was meeting with David, her longtime dear friend and confidant who just so happened to be a minister. She needed to confide in him and didn’t want her boyfriend, James, to know.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to tag along?” James grabbed her waist and hugged her from behind.

“I’m going to run some errands and might stop by to see my mom. Really, you’d be bored to tears.” A wave of heat washed over her face as her conscience finally arrived.

“I feel so left out, but I’ll get over it. Have a good time, sweetie.” He tenderly kissed her goodbye on the lips and crossed his arms as he watched her walk toward the front door.

She just hoped that David wouldn’t rat her out. If he did and if she and James were living in a domestic discipline arrangement, James would have every right to spank her bare bottom for not telling him the truth. The flesh on her backside trembled as she closed the door.

Libby, James, and David had been friends since high school and they had all married outside of their comfortable, small friendship circle after college. Unfortunately, each of their relationships fell apart within five years. At the age of twenty-eight, Libby was the last of the trio to become divorced, and it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when James immediately began corresponding with her after the divorce had been finalized. Before long, e-mails, texts, and Facebook messages were flying back and forth. Within the year, James had rented his own place and joined her in their hometown of Baltimore, Maryland. David had been hired by a local church after graduating from theology school, and soon the three of them were getting together just like they did in the old days.

The year before her divorce, Libby’s nose had been consistently buried in steamy domestic discipline novels, and she knew she wanted to participate in the lifestyle. But since she knew it wasn’t easy to find a partner who enjoys the same kink, let alone have the nerve to share the details of such daydreams, Libby was afraid to ask her husband to indulge in the practice of DD. But recently, she’d been dying to talk to James about exploring the lifestyle, yet she didn’t know how to broach the subject. She was worried he’d be turned off by the idea, and their romance was too new and fragile to take the chance of it blowing up in her face if he was repulsed.

Since David was always Libby’s rock—and it didn’t hurt that he was a psychology student in college—she decided that he would be a good person to share her secret with and seek guidance from. After all, he was once a licensed clinical social worker, so there was a good possibility that he was aware of the structure of domestic discipline. She wanted to talk to James, but needed the courage. Libby rationalized that she was only going to her friend for the green or red light on the subject. After all, who knew James better than his old friend David?

The church was only about a twenty-minute drive from her house, and she arrived ten minutes early. Libby had never been on time for anything, but she was today.

David emerged from his office when he heard the outer door close. He was a tall, slim man who stood at about six foot, two inches, with short blond hair and dark brown eyes. As she entered the reception area, a big smile spread across his handsome face.

“Libby, it’s so good to see you.” They hugged and he excitedly motioned with his hand for her to enter the office.

She noticed the receptionist wasn’t at her desk as she followed him into the large room.

“Have a seat, kiddo.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Looks like you redecorated.” Libby’s bright, wide eyes scanned the room as she moved to sit down.

He nodded as they both got comfortable side by side on his couch. There was an uncomfortable silence. David looked into Libby’s hazel-green eyes and spoke quietly. “You mentioned on the phone that this was an awkward subject to discuss. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come. This is a mistake.” She stared down at her hands, removing her eyes from his gaze.

“Libby, look at me, please. Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“No. Of course not.” She raised her head enough to sneak a peek into his warm, raisin brown eyes.

“Better. Now, what’s going on that you can’t talk about? You’ve always been able to share everything with me.”

“Our lives have changed. They’re different now. It’s not like the old days.” She spoke in short, sharp sentences as she glanced everywhere but at him.

“You ought to know me well enough, Libby. I’m terrible at games.” He shook his head and sighed.

“This is really hard to say, so I’m just going to spit it out.”

“Thank God.”

“I want to share in a domestic discipline relationship with James. Do you know what that means?”

“You want him to be the head of the house, and will consent to discipline if you don’t follow the rules that are set up.”

“Yes.”

“Is there more?” he asked, totally unfazed by the report.

Her hand-wringing began. “It was partly the reason my marriage fell apart.”

“You wanted to be in this type of relationship with Tommy?”

“Yes.”

“I assume he wasn’t interested.”

“I was afraid to ask him.”

He cleared his throat. “Your first marriage fell apart because you were afraid to be honest with your husband, and now you want to try to enter into a new relationship with James, but again you can’t share your desires?”

She nodded. “How ridiculous and immature, right?”

“Unfortunately, it happens between couples all the time.”

“Are you shocked by this idea?”

“The DD relationship you want to have? No, it doesn’t surprise me, many people all around us are in them. They just don’t talk about it. It’s really more common than you think.” He picked a piece of lint off his pants and casually crossed his legs.

“Don’t you think we should discuss why I want to engage in this kind of relationship?”

“I think you know why, Libby, you’re a smart woman. But I’m happy to participate in the conversation.”

“Well, you’re the one with all the framed pieces of paper on the wall. I figured you might as well prove that you earned them.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious why you want to be disciplined, young lady,” he said, smiling. “You’ve needed a good spanking for a long time now.”

“What did you just call me? Oh, my God, are you reading those DD novels, too?” She shook her head and giggled.

“I not only read them, but also happen to know a few people who indulge in the lifestyle.”

“Are they friends or members who come to you for counseling?”

“You know I can’t share that kind of information, Libby.” His tone was soft and sincere. “So, let’s get back to the original question. Why are you interested in this kind of relationship?”

“Isn’t the whole idea of DD to feel loved, safe, and secure?” She lowered her lashes to avoid his gaze.

“So they say.” He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. She had his undivided attention.

“Look, the truth is I’m thirty years old and divorced. I would like to spend the rest of my life with someone who really loves and understands me. James and I have been friends for a long time, but before he moves in, I need to know we’re right for each other.”

“He wants to move in with you?”

“He practically lives in my house now, so it’s really just a matter of changing his mailing address.” She leaned forward to match his body language. “You didn’t know he wanted to make it official?”

“We meet for lunch or dinner now and then, but the subject is usually work or sports. I see more of him when the three of us get together. Does he know you’re here?”

“No.” Her head and eyes lowered to the floor.

“Please don’t tell me you lied to him.”

“I told him I was running errands and might stop in to see my mom.” Her face reddened with embarrassment.

“I’m certainly not flattered to be referred to as an errand, or impressed with your behavior. Are you testing your relationship with him? Because if you’re looking to be spanked…”

“I was afraid he’d ask too many questions if he knew I was coming to see you.”

“If I remember correctly, one of the things he likes about you is your spunk. From what I’ve heard and read, most men in DD relationships like their women to be submissive and sassy.” He folded his arms and comfortably leaned backward.

“David, I’m not here because I need a professional opinion on domestic discipline. What I need right now is a friend who accepts and understands me.”

“And I’m honored to be that friend. But if you came here for an opinion, I highly suggest you come clean to James. Now that I know your secret, you’re making me an accomplice. He’s my friend too, remember?”

She grinned as he raised one eyebrow.

Libby decided to go shopping after visiting with David to waste some time before she returned home. James was replacing a light bulb in the kitchen when she arrived, loaded down with a bag in each hand.

“It looks like you had a successful trip running errands.” He swiveled the chair to turn toward her as he noticed the bags she was holding.

“They had a sale in almost every store, and I paid cash for everything,” she boasted.

“Is that all you did today?” He got down off the chair and threw the old light bulb in the garbage.

She put both bags down and opened the refrigerator as he calmly sat on a kitchen chair and folded his arms. James’s composed appearance combined with a stern expression made her stomach flip. It almost looked like he wanted to spank her.

“Where are we going with this?” Libby’s eye began to twitch as she smoothed her short red hair behind her ears.

“You never stop to see your mom without checking first to see if she’ll be home. Sandy called this morning and wanted to know what you were doing today.” His demeanor was calm as his blue eyes darkened.

She shook her head in defeat.

“I’m waiting, Libby.”

“I stopped to see David this morning and then went shopping by myself. I didn’t have errands to run and never intended to see my mother,” she admitted with her head down.

“Hmm.” James nodded slowly. “Did David know you were coming, or were you only thinking about seeing him, too?”

“I’m really sorry,” she whispered, raising her head enough to make eye contact.

“Why couldn’t you tell me the truth? In the fifteen years we’ve known each other, you’ve never lied to me. What’s going on?”

“I haven’t visited with David alone in a long time and missed confiding in my old friend. There aren’t too many people around these days who understand me.”

“Well, I absolutely think we should discuss the worry that no one understands you. But right now, we have to take care of a more urgent problem. Libby, this relationship isn’t going to work unless you’re honest with me. Do you agree?”

She nodded.

“You know I shouldn’t accept that as a response.”

“Yes.” Her voice was almost an audible whisper.

“Come on, sweetie, I know what you’re reading. Aren’t you supposed to answer respectfully?” His tone was gentle, but conveyed a no-nonsense air. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?”

“Yes, sir.”

She imagined his cock doing a little dance as he seemed to revel in those two small words. “Go upstairs and wait for me. Use the bathroom first, if you need to.”

She turned to walk away and quickly swiveled back around. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Let’s start with your pants down and nose pressed into the corner of your bedroom, Ms. Pinocchio.” He inclined his head to meet her eyes.

Libby walked up the steps in a daze. So many things swam around in her brain that she began to feel dizzy. After months of digging deep for the courage to tell James, she couldn’t believe that he already knew! Pulling her pants and panties down to her knees, she pressed her nose against the wall in the corner of her bedroom. Her naked, plump bottom jutted out awaiting his attention.

“This isn’t the Libby I know. You’re usually much more rebellious,” he observed, entering the room as one eyebrow arched higher than the other at the delicious display. She knew enough not to speak while in the corner, but since he was testing her sass, she decided to give James what he wanted.

“I was hoping for a stay of execution if I cooperated.”

This earned her two quick swats on her smooth, alabaster butt.

“Ahh, Libby Diamond still walks among us.” His tone was soft and lighthearted.

“Good to know you haven’t lost your sense of humor, James.”

“Well, we might as well get this over with while you’re in a submitting mood. Please join me, princess.” He removed the comforter and dragged an armless chair next to the bed.

She quickly pulled her bunched clothing up, walked over to her boyfriend slowly, and waited for more instructions.

“I’m not going to make it so easy for you, my love. You earned this spanking. And, by the way, who said you could put your panties back on?”

“No one did. It would be hard to walk with them around my knees. Of course you wouldn’t know because you’ve never spanked anyone who just came out of a corner.”

James took a deep breath, almost as though he were trying to calm himself. It was obvious she was trying to uncover information, but she was taking him to the edge at the same time.

“Bare your bottom and lower yourself over my knee right now,” he uttered in a dark, quiet voice.

Libby complied and he repositioned her so that the upper half of her body was on the bed. His left knee kept her bottom high in the air, while his right leg secured her in place. She wondered how he’d learned how to do that.

His fingers were splayed on her naked behind as he began with the million-dollar question. “Why are you getting this spanking, Libby?” His voice was deep as he began to rub her bare bottom.

She knew she should answer quickly, but didn’t. After a swift smack landed directly in the middle of her smooth, ivory cheeks, she decided to speak. “Because I lied to you and it won’t happen again.”

James’s hand rapidly fired two sharp cracks on each supple globe and waited patiently for another response.

She turned to look at him through narrowed eyes. “Ouch! That hurt. Was that your hand?”

“It’s supposed to hurt. Face forward, Libby, and behave yourself.” He applied his open palm hard and slow several more times in the same spot until she could feel the heat forming.

“Ow! I’m sorry. I was worried you wouldn’t understand. James, please! That really hurts!”

He stopped and kept his hand on her hot bottom as she remained in that embarrassing position. “I’m guessing that didn’t hurt in your fantasies.”

She could hear the smile in his voice as she shook her head.

“Promise you won’t lie to me anymore.”

“I promise.” She should’ve been honest with him from the start. Her eyes filled with tears as he tenderly patted her bright pink behind and told her she was forgiven. Then he pulled her up into in his arms and rocked her like a baby, repeatedly kissing her wet cheeks.

“Are you ready to talk to me now?” he whispered into her ear.

“Please tell me David didn’t call you. Our conversation was supposed to be confidential. He’s a minister, for God’s sake.”

“No, David didn’t call me. It seems you’ve been obsessed with books about domestic discipline for some time now.” He gently turned her around until their eyes met.

“I can’t believe you know.” She wiped her face with the back of her hands.

“Tommy knew, too.”

“But I never told him.”

“He knew what you were reading and saw you on the weekly blog hops, the spanking sites…”

Her expression was incredulous as she looked into his striking blue eyes.

“He needed someone to talk with.”

“Jesus, I’ve been such an idiot. I went to David today because I needed the courage to tell you. I was afraid you’d run for the hills.” Her head fell into her hands.

“I’m really sorry, Libby. It’s not like I’m a stranger to that kind of kink, but I had to make sure this is what you want.”

Her head raised slowly. “This is unbelievable.”

He nodded. “Judi didn’t want anyone to know, especially her family. We were pretty tight-lipped about the whole thing.”

“So why did your marriage really split up?” Libby’s arms crossed as her brow furrowed.

He uncrossed her arms. “I never shared this information with anyone because it was private and personal.”

“Please don’t make me guess, James.”

“She was having an affair with her boss.” His intense blue eyes stared out the window.

“You think you know someone…”

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