“You know I don’t want to go, Max.”
With his imposing six foot two frame, Chrissy’s husband stood over her holding an armful of clothes ready to pack into the suitcase. “Come on, didn’t we agree this trip would be good for both of us?”
“We agreed?” Chrissy asked, adding air quotes for emphasis.
Max shook his finger at her, obviously growing impatient. “For the sake of time I have no problem packing for you, but you’ll have to live with my wardrobe choices for fourteen days…”
Though Chrissy sat motionless, her thoughts raced. Max Bowman was a strict disciplinarian, and testing him before a trip was probably a bad idea. But she hated the notion of flying across the United States, coach class nonetheless, from their home in Southern California to Palm Beach, Florida for a vacation with two other couples she’d never met. With arms folded across her chest, Chrissy’s lower lip protruded as she stomped a bare, pedicured foot on the floor.
“I should’ve expected this kind of reaction from you today, though it’s a little immature even when you’re playing a ten-year-old girl.” Max threw his clothes into the suitcase, sat down on the bed, and with the swiftness of a ninja had Chrissy’s five-foot-two-inch frame over his lap. After jerking down her purple pajama bottoms in one motion, he stopped to lecture her. “I would’ve thought after five years of marriage you might’ve learned that this kind of behavior is unacceptable.” His right hand flew into the air and with the thunder of Thor came down onto the middle of her sumptuous upturned bare bottom.
“Ow, that hurt!” Chrissy yelped. “Is this really necessary?”
“You’re acting like a spoiled child, so I have no choice but to treat you like one. Now stop wiggling,” Max scolded, then followed his words with two blistering, open-handed spanks. “Are you ready to cooperate, or would you like to be reminded of this spanking through the duration of our extremely long flight?” he asked with his palm locked and loaded, ready to strike again.
Turning her head, Chrissy peered through long blond bangs that fell down over her powdery blue eyes. Spotting Max’s open hand primed for action, she cried, “I’m sorry… I’ll behave.” Lowering his large palm over her pink flesh, he finally made contact, squeezing and rubbing it lovingly, but firmly.
“And you know darn well what the punishment is for defiance.” Max shifted around, probably making room for his growing presence, but she knew there wasn’t enough time for either a lengthy punishment or a fun follow-up of kinky sex. Unfortunately, they had a plane to catch. Lifting her off his lap, he sat Chrissy down next to him and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close. “I believe there’s just enough time to slide a plug into your sweet little bum before we leave for the airport. Does my naughty girl need that type of punishment, too?”
“No, sir,” she mumbled, brushing away a tear with the back of her hand. Max kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. “Come on, let’s finish packing. We’re going to have a great time!”
Chrissy reluctantly stepped down off the bed, walked over to her dresser, and turned to examine her blushing backside. Gazing at Max’s reflection in the mirror, she rubbed her bottom. “Could you please remind me one more time why we’re going on this trip?”
“I haven’t been productive with my erotic romance writing lately and thought this little getaway might help.”
After raising her pajama bottoms back up, Chrissy opened a drawer and mindlessly flipped through some of her things. “But it’s not like we need the money. Between the success of your mystery books and the inheritance from daddy…”
Max stopped packing and let out a heavy sigh. “Chrissy, you know how important it is for an author to have something published on a regular basis. Can’t you think of this as a vacation?”
“It might help if you tell me more about the two couples we’re about to vacation with.” Chrissy’s hand found her hip as she turned to assume a familiar pose. “I just think there’s more to this story…”
“We’ve been through this before, sweetie. You know I’ve been e-mailing back and forth with two other writers about collaborating on an erotic spanking novel…”
She nodded slowly.
“Well, at first we thought about doing a compilation of stories…”
“I hear anthologies are very popular.”
“Yes, but we wanted to do something a little different, so I think we’re going to write one realistic novel together. Since two authors usually collaborate, this should stand out a bit more.”
Chrissy’s eyes widened. “Realistic? You mean the story will be based on our two weeks together?”
A grin broke out across Max’s face. “These authors live just like we do, so all you have to do is be yourself. It’ll be like a family vacation. You’ll see—we’ll have fun.”
“Uh-huh… a real blast, Max.” She shook her head. “These people aren’t in our family. We don’t know anything about them other than some vague e-mails and Facebook personal messages.” Chrissy’s defiance resurfaced as she crossed her arms.
“Look, I know we’ve never met them, but these authors have told me that they put their own personalities in the characters they create.” Max took a cleansing breath. “For a couple of weeks, it’ll be nice to relax with some like-minded people.”
Her smile was wry. “I can’t believe you’re trusting them to tell you the truth. We don’t really know how they live.”
“Well, I guess time will tell. In the meantime, try not to be so cynical.”
She tossed her head to the side. “Are these other women you intend to write with my age?”
“They’re both in their late twenties, and I believe they roleplay about the same age that you do.”
“Thank God I won’t end up being the babysitter. So, you’re sure that they each have a daddy?”
He nodded. “I’ve already been in touch with their husbands and we made all the arrangements together.”
“Do I have to respect them, too?”
“You know how I feel about authority. Yes, of course, you’ll have to obey the other daddies.”
Chrissy’s foot pawed at the plush beige carpeting. “Will I have to be a little girl all the time? Can we bring our toys?”
Max crossed the room and put his arms around her. “Kitten, you know I love having you as my little girl, but still adore being your husband. We’ll make sure we carve out time for my big girl. Now please get dressed and finish packing so we can make it to the airport on time.”
“But I hate traveling coach like a second-class citizen. We still have some private jet time available…”
“How about if I upgrade us to first class, my spoiled little pumpkin?”
“Becca, I don’t get much time off in my new family physician practice. Is this really how you want to spend our two-week vacation?” Josh looked for a response before sliding his folded khaki pants into the suitcase.
“I’ve never had such a tough time coming up with a premise for a new book, and Max seems to think this will be a winner,” she said, zipping up her bright red Kate Spade weekender bag. “Jesus, you seemed to be all on board when you were e-mailing him about the reservations.”
“I just know how much you wanted to vacation for two weeks in Tuscany with our friends from the club and feel bad that we can’t do both trips. But it definitely will be fun to make new acquaintances with some people who live like we do. We’ve always had to tiptoe around everyone we know, so it’ll be invigorating to be out of the closet with our lifestyle for a couple of weeks.”
Becca tossed her honey brown bobbed hair and peered up through narrowed golden eyes. “Yeah, like you need more stimulation to spank my ass…”
But before she could continue, her husband reached over, turned her around, and swiftly bent his small wife over the bed. “I think the profanity alone deserves a good, hard crack on your bare tush,” he scolded, bunching the long, soft cotton T-shirt up her back.
“Come on, Josh. Stop fooling around, we need to get going,” she whined, turning her head to make eye contact.
“Oh, it won’t take long to put a glow on this gorgeous bottom, and I’m feeling rather stimulated right now.” His mouth curled into a mischievous grin as he brought his large palm down on her tender alabaster skin. “The question is, my little Becca, how many swats will you need today in order to behave?” His hand was raised in the air, poised to strike again. “After all, it’s going to be a long day of traveling.”
“If we miss the plane, it’s going to be your fault!” she spewed out in a defiant voice.
His hand volleyed back and forth with a quick and firm action until the bottoms of her cheeks were pink. “Your bum is nice and rosy right now, but one more ounce of rebellion from you and I’m going for a cherry hue. Are you interested in the color of your backside matching your travel tote, or are you going to be respectful, young lady?”
“I’ll behave,” she mewled as his fingertip traced up and down the crevice of her round bottom.
“When I’m disciplining you, there’s a more courteous response,” he scolded, tapping the pad of his finger against her smooth crinkled hole in warning. “Do you need another reminder of who’s in charge?”
“Good. And I believe there’s time for a quick cuddle before we finish packing. Try not to be so nervous about traveling, Becca, everything will be fine,” he soothed, moving her onto his lap.
“Mmm, you’re so good at this, Dr. Levy. You always know what I need,” she purred into his thick chest. “And I really do appreciate your enthusiasm for this trip. It’ll only make our book so much better.”
“I always try to provide you with an abundance of material, sweet pea,” he joked, kissing the top of her head.
“I just got a text from Max—he and Chrissy are about to board their flight in L.A.,” Peter Stark said, slipping the cell phone into his back pocket. “Elizabeth Marie, are you almost done packing? Our plane boards in just a couple of hours.”
“I’m almost finished,” she answered, swaying her head back and forth to the beat of her favorite tune, Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars.
“I’ve never seen you so worked up and happy. This is great energy to start our vacation with!”
“What’s not to be pumped about? We haven’t traveled together since our honeymoon two years ago. Of course, Mr. Big in the firm has a hard time taking a vacation…” Lizzy threw him a lopsided smile as she leapt into the air and came crashing down in a feeble attempt to shut her overstuffed suitcase.
“I’d watch that sass of yours, my sweet. Moving into the treasurer’s position was definitely an unexpected honor, but it comes with a lot of responsibility that hasn’t left us with much down time,” he admitted, leaning up against the door frame.
“I thought your mom was going to explode with pride when her little prodigy was hand selected to replace his mentor’s position after only five years,” she said, dramatically batting her eyes in his direction.
“I just wish everyone at work was so pleased with my quick rise up the corporate ladder. Jealousy can do a real number on people’s heads.”
“I know all about the green-eyed monster. Unfortunately, he’s alive and well in author world, but I have no desire to participate in that negative nonsense. Sometimes it’s a struggle to stay positive in this competitive business, but the opportunity to co-author with Max Bowman may be just the boost I need to turn this writing hobby of mine into a real career. He’s like a rock star in the genre of spanking erotic romance… second only to his New York Times best-selling mystery novels. I couldn’t believe it when he asked me to be a part of this project.” Lizzy wriggled her rear end and exercised all of her one hundred ten pounds in another effort to close the suitcase.
Peter stood next to the bed, narrowing his hazel eyes at her obvious packing dilemma. “If you’d been a little neater with folding your clothes, not to mention their placement in the suitcase, you might not be experiencing this kind of trouble,” he scolded, shaking his finger.
Lizzy looked up at him with a shy smile. “You know very well that I needed to make room for my little clothes, too.”
Her husband walked around the edge of the bed and with a heavy hand, pushed down on the top of the suitcase. “You’re right, sweetie. The least your daddy can do is help. Try it now.”
Lizzy hopped up and reached around Peter’s bulky six-foot frame to zip it closed. “I’m finally done! Hurray for a damn good team effort!”
“I have to admit that your attitude is infectious, but you might want to watch the language.” Peter quirked an eyebrow as he patted the bed, motioning for Lizzy to sit down. “Will you be needing a reminder to choose your words more carefully on the plane, young lady?”
“No, sir.” Quickly sitting down next to him, she did her best to ignore his stare.
Taking her chin in his hand, he gazed into her bright olive green eyes. “I hope all this excitement is real and not a cover-up for your anxiety about what other people think of you as an author. Max wouldn’t have made the offer if he didn’t hold your writing in high regard.” She was about to answer, but Peter held up his hand to stop her. “Hear me out, please. You’ve only penned books for a couple of years, and they’ve done really well, sweetie. Since your rock star suggested this little project, I spoke with him a couple of times on the phone coordinating our trip, and he’s just as eager to be working with you. So don’t sell yourself short because we both know that kind of mood will only lead to a very red and sore bare bottom extended from the corner,” he said, pointing across the room. “And I will take the risk of being late in order to discipline my naughty girl, so don’t test me.”
“I know.” Letting out a deep, ragged sigh, she rested her small head up against Peter’s broad shoulder as her mind began to wander. Born and raised in Pittsburgh, Lizzy was the product of a working class background and had graduated with a degree in creative writing from a local university. Unfortunately, her parents were never in favor of her major, thinking that there was too much competition in the author arena and wanted her to teach instead of write. They never thought I was talented enough to be a writer, she sadly thought to herself.
Lizzy met Peter at a mutual friend’s house during a Steelers game, when he was in graduate school at CMU. After they started dating, Peter made it known that he wanted a domestic discipline relationship, and Lizzy happily consented to the rules. Their union seemed perfect. She liked being taken care of, and he provided her love and security along with plenty of attention.
While on their honeymoon in Maui, Peter innocently began to call her Lizzy instead of Elizabeth, and after a long conversation one rainy afternoon, their roleplay emerged. Of course, the newlyweds assumed their friends wouldn’t understand the brand new arrangement that included her ten-year-old alter ego and felt it was best not to be up front with them. Consequently, they’d been spending quite a bit of time alone, but on the bright side, their firsthand experiences had given Lizzy a wealth of material for her spanking erotic romance books.
“I’m excited that Max Bowman recognizes you as a gifted writer and wants your participation in a joint effort. The fact that this book is going to be an all-out age-play novel will be right up your alley, sweet girl.” He drew her close, inhaling her freshly shampooed curly auburn hair. “Elizabeth Marie Stark, have you heard one single word I’ve said?”
“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts, again. Do you know what the best part of this trip is going to be?”
“We’ll make new friends,” she said tentatively. I just hope we three girls will get along, she thought worriedly to herself.
“What’s going on in that overactive little mind of yours, missy?”
“Nothing,” she lied.