A Firm-Handed Man by Constance Masters – Extended Preview

Mikki closed her eyes and wished for about the millionth time in the last half an hour that she had an en-suite bath. She needed to go to the bathroom desperately but was trapped. Not by locks or restraints or anything but by her own pride. She had acted like a crazy person and ordered everyone out of her house. Most had gone but she was pretty sure, judging by all the clanging and vacuuming that she’d heard that there was one person, probably with a wooden spoon in hand, waiting on the other side of the door. Mikki wasn’t ready to face him. She stood and tried to cross her legs but it was getting impossible. She was going to have to make a run for it and hope he’d gone outside or something, better still gone home. She opened the door a crack and looked around. Good, no one seemed to be there and yet her tummy dropped with disappointment.

“Oh, good, you’re okay,” Drew said, peeking his head out from around a corner. “We need to talk.”

“Can’t—bathroom,” she stuttered before running to the next room. Relief flooded through her that he was still there, even if she had no idea what she was going to say to him. There was nothing really to be worried about as far as he was concerned, was there? Her anger had been directed at her friends and rightly so. Those girls had deceived her and laughed at her behind her back. They cut her out while they’d been going on double dates behind her back. Why? Because they thought she was a pathetic loser.

There was only so much time she could spend in the bathroom though. Mikki flushed and washed her hands slowly, drying them meticulously twice, all the while both buying some time and summoning up enough courage to step outside and face Drew. Yes, she’d been hurt but she was also well aware that she’d totally overreacted. She must have looked like an idiot.

“Hi.” Mikki stepped out of the bathroom at last. “You didn’t have to hang around.” She was glad he hung around, so why did she always have to come across as so prickly when it came to dealing with Drew?

His eyes searched hers, trying to get her to make eye contact. “I know but I wasn’t going to just leave you here all alone. I was worried about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, I know you probably think I overreacted.”

“A little, but I could see you were really hurt. You thought you were the three musketeers or something. Although I don’t think it was that way, it must have seemed like they’d left you out on purpose.”

“So you think I was justified in my reaction?” Maybe she’d been right to react that way all along.

Drew winced. “I didn’t exactly say that. Look, I think you need to talk to Megan and Courtney about their reasoning but I can see those girls love you. They were both devastated to have hurt you so.”

“They were probably more devastated that I’d found out.”

“Yes, but is that so terrible? I think they made some mistakes but sooner or later you’re going to have to ask yourself why.”

“They hurt me.”

“I know they did. All I’m saying is that I really don’t think that they meant to.”

“Can we just leave it for now? I feel drained and I have to do something about my mom’s tablecloth.”

“It’s all done. I googled the right stain-removing procedure and it’s all under control. All evidence of this stressful evening has vanished. All there is to do now is relax.”

“Really? Thank you, you have no idea what that means to me.” She finally felt herself beginning to thaw.

“Only one more thing to take care of for now,” he said.

He wiggled his eyebrows and she smiled. He hadn’t forgotten the spanking.

“Come here,” He held out his arms and she stepped into them.

It felt so good to be wrapped in his warm hug. “I could get used to this,” she whispered.

“Good, because I’m not planning on going anywhere for a long while.”

Mikki looked up and her eyes met his. They shared a moment, connected on a level she’d never experienced before. This must be what they called intimacy. Anyone could have sex but this was something more. This involved a trust you didn’t just share with anyone. It had to be someone who understood what you wanted and needed. They had to yearn for the same thing. His kiss this time swept her away; it was deeper, more passionate, both of them desperate to make this union one that counted. “Bedroom,” she panted.

Drew said nothing, but threw his head back and laughed as he scooped her up and marched toward the bedroom.

They tore at each other’s clothes, neither able to go a minute more without feeling skin against skin. Mikki giggled when she thought about the matched set that lay crumpled on the bottom of her washing pile.

“What’s so funny?” Drew said with a grin as he threw her bra across the room.

“Nothing,” she chuckled.

“You better tell me.” He threw himself back on the bed and dragged her naked body with him.

She landed on his hard body with a whoosh, squealing as he smacked her bottom. “I was just thinking about a special set of underwear I wore on our first date. A set you never got to see.”

“Oh, really, I’d like to change that some time.”

“They’re dirty now.” Mikki hoisted herself up so she was straddling him, where she could touch his hardened member and feel it pressed against her. It was impressive. She smiled, rolling her thumb over the tip.

“I’ll take my dirty girl over pretty underwear any day.” He flipped her over so she was lying beneath him and nudged her legs open with his knee.

“I like a man that takes charge.” She stifled a giggle. It wasn’t that anything was particularly funny. Mikki was like a kid at Christmas about to open the largest gift under the tree. Her excitement was bubbling over.

“I can see that.”

She sucked in a deep breath as he slid deeply inside her. This was the moment she’d waited for, the joining of two souls. Okay, a tad dramatic but this was a momentous event. She ran her hands down his muscular sides, her fingertips gliding down his naked form.

“You’re beautiful,” Drew said.

He kissed her long and hard and Mikki wrapped her legs around him. Every part of her body seemed to fit his like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. His firm abdomen pressed against her soft belly as she rocked against him, meeting him with every thrust. Sex had never been this intense. This was so foreign; the need to get closer, to move faster. Mikki clung to him as the first explosion hit her.

“That’s it, oh, baby—”

“Oh, Drew,” she squeaked.

“You’re awake?”

“I am.”

“Long night,” she said with a smile. A long, eventful, and very satisfying night that she hoped would become one of many.

“That it was.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“A while, I’ve just been sitting here watching you sleep.”

A flicker of self-doubt crept into Mikki’s head and she pulled the top sheet over her, or attempted to anyway. “Stop,” she giggled as he threw the sheet to the bottom of the bed where she couldn’t reach it.

“No covering yourself from me,” he said. “In fact, I want to look at you more closely. Come on up here and lay over my lap.”

“You’re going to spank me?” She hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet, or brushed her teeth.

“Yes, I think I might. You have such a pretty white bottom but pink is more your color and I love the feel of warm skin.” He patted his naked lap. “Besides, I believe I promised you a spanking and we got all distracted last night. Come on, I never renege on a promise.”

Mikki didn’t move immediately. She wanted to but she couldn’t help but wish it was dark. Note to self, buy some kind of block-out blinds that stopped the illuminating morning sun from crashing through the window and highlighting every one of her body’s flaws.

“Is it the game you want, honey? Do you want me to make you come over here? Do you want me to pretend that you’re in trouble so I have a reason to warm your bottom?”

“No, I don’t want that.” She didn’t need games, not then anyway.

“Then come on over here.” He was smiling, he had her attention and he knew it.

She turned over and crawled up the bed on her hands and knees until she reached the warmth of him.

“Good girl, Mikki, I told you it wasn’t so bad.” He pulled her into him and kissed her soundly, tweaking her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Once again he patted his lap.

She laid herself across his stretched-out legs and wriggled until she was in a comfortable position. Once her head was resting on her folded arms she was able to relax and forget that her naked ass was on display. His rhythmic assault was strangely relaxing. She smiled at her own thoughts. It was hardly an assault. It was more of a gentle slapping and it was lovely. “Nice,” Mikki whispered almost to herself.

“You like this?” Drew asked. He rubbed warm circles on her slightly pink skin. “Pretty.”

She nodded. “Uh huh, very attractive I’m sure.”

His spanks increased a little. “How about this, not too hard?”

She shook her head noiselessly.

“And this?”

His smacks increased in intensity but Mikki still enjoyed it, in fact she wanted more. The rhythm was there and she could definitely feel the spanks now, but she wanted it heavier, like a thud. Before she could stop herself, she bounced.

“Oh, really, not hard enough for you, hmm?”

That’s where the game changed. Drew’s hand immediately fell heavier, first on one cheek and then on the other until he was solidly spanking her, never missing a beat. “Do you like this?” he asked. “Is it too hard? Not hard enough?”

Mikki’s face flamed with embarrassment. She did like it, she liked it a lot but she didn’t want to admit that even to herself let alone to Drew, so she said nothing.

“Mikki, answer me or I’ll find out for myself.”

No words would come, she was frozen and embarrassed and confusion addled her brain. True to his word, he decided to find out for himself. The spanking slowed while he maneuvered a hand beneath her. His fingers opened her lips and wiggled their way into her, gathering the evidence of arousal.

“Seems it isn’t too hard at all. Seems to me that you like it that way.” His fingers danced everywhere around her hidden pearl, circling, sometimes flicking while his other hand spanked her with measured enthusiasm.

“Please,” she whimpered. The intensity made her almost want to run. “It’s too much.”

“Not yet, baby, you’re almost there.”

Her ass burned and the pressure from below was almost more than she could bear. Mikki tried to wriggle away from the fingers that were slowly torturing her but she couldn’t. Then as if a switch flicked, the tingles of pleasure all rolled together. “I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said. “That’s it, let go, let yourself feel.”

She did let go, as wave after wave of pure pleasure rocked her to the core. She lay there for what seemed like hours, not game to move in case she woke up again and found that it had only been a dream.

Finally Mikki felt the need to speak. “Well, that was embarrassing,” she chuckled. A heavy hand bounced off her bottom.

“There was nothing embarrassing about what we just did. You don’t ever need to be shy in front of me.”

“But I was the only one getting any pleasure,” she said.

“No, you weren’t.” He pulled her up and into his arms. “Watching you let your head go finally was beautiful.”

“Still,” she said. “Let me do something for you.”

“Do you want to make me breakfast?”

“I had something a little more carnal in mind.”

His face split into a wide smile as her tongue rolled around the tip of his manhood. “Breakfast can wait,” he chuckled.

She took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as he hit the back of her throat.

Drew groaned. “Oh, God, Mikki.”

She pulled him out a little and wet the tip of his cock, her tongue moving in delicate circles. “You like this?” she asked.

“Hmmm.” He directed her to the small v shape on the underside.

“Here?” She tickled the spot with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh. yes, God, Mikki, there.”

She slid her lips and tongue from this magic spot, down to his testes and back up again, her fingers chasing all the places her tongue had been. When he pinched her nipples it only urged her to move faster. Drew’s legs were trembling but she didn’t stop. His balls tightened and the head swelled; she could taste his salty pre-cum. He tried to pull out but she wasn’t about to let him. This was all about him and it was giving her more pleasure than she ever imagined.

“It’s okay,” he muttered, almost incoherently. “You don’t have to.”

She held firm, her nails digging into his butt cheeks and not allowing him to move. When the explosion came she was slightly taken aback but swallowed rapidly. Finally she licked her lips and smiled. “So, how did I do?” she asked with a giant grin.

“You did magnificently.”

“No,” Mikki said. “I told you, I’m not going to talk to them. If they cared so much about being my friends they wouldn’t have gone behind my back in the first place.”

“You three have been inseparable since school. I think the least you owe the friendship is to hear them out.” Drew’s voice was slow and deliberate and all the while he talked he packed his groceries away.

“I’m not ready.”

“Then get ready. It’s been three weeks and it’s not going to be one more day. I ran into Megan at the market today and I said we would go to dinner with the four of them.”

“Megan doesn’t live anywhere near here. How would you have bumped into her at your market?”

“I chose to go to a different market. I had it on good authority that Megan shops on Thursday morning.”

“The only person that could have told you that is Courtney.”

“She did, as a matter of fact.”

“You phoned her?”

“Yes, first I had to phone her mother, explain who I was and convince her that it was safe to give me her daughter’s number.”

“That was so sneaky,” she said. Was he some kind of detective? “And underhanded.”

Drew twirled her around to face him. “You don’t want to go there—calling people names. Contacting Courtney was not underhanded. If I wanted to be underhanded I could have borrowed your phone and found the number myself, but I didn’t want to invade your privacy.”

“So you just went around it a different way. Same shit, different stink.”

“Do you want a spanking? I have been really patient with the snarking because I know you’re out of sorts about all this. That is why I’m trying to fix it. Let me warn you though, if you keep pushing, the spanking you’ll get is not one you’re going to enjoy.”

Mikki shrugged. “You still won’t make me do something I don’t want to do,” she said defiantly. Who was he kidding? She liked being spanked. He told her that often enough, didn’t he?

“Oh, really?” He folded the bag he had just emptied and placed it in a drawer. His eyes didn’t leave hers for a second. “Maybe it’s time we put that little theory to the test.”

She gulped. He had that determined look in his eye that she’d seen the first time he’d spanked her in her apartment. Her first instinct was to run. History proved, though, that her decision-making process wasn’t always her strongest asset. Mikki stayed rooted to the spot and narrowed her eyes. She’d issued him a challenge and she wasn’t going to back down now.

“Remove your pants,” he said.

“Right here in the kitchen?”

“Yes, right here in the kitchen.”

“Food is prepared here.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to take your spanking in here. You’re going to take off all your clothes, fold them, and carry them into the bedroom.”

Mikki tapped her chin with a defiant finger. “Hmm, which army is going to make me do this?”

He leant in very close. “This one, now start doing as you’re told or I will take off my belt.”

He wouldn’t use that on her, she scoffed. Her hands went to the button of her jeans, as slowly as was humanly possible. She painstakingly fiddled and only after what seemed like a full minute, managed to unsnap the clasp.

“Now the zipper. Get on with it, Mikala.”

Drew’s jaw clenched and Mikki could tell she was getting to him. This was fun. She spent even longer trying to pick the head of the zipper. “These silly things always get stuck, don’t they?”

Drew didn’t answer. He pointed a finger at his watch. “You have exactly thirty seconds to get those pants off.”

Mikki smiled. “Which pants are we talking about here, honey? My jeans or my jeans and my underwear?”

He ignored her questions. “Fifteen seconds.”

“Okay, okay, if you’re not sure, I’ll just go with the jeans, shall I?”

“Time’s up.”

The minute his fingers went to his belt she folded. “Okay, I’m doing it.” Her pride was the first thing to go and then each item of her clothing as she removed them all in short order. “Geez, lost your sense of humor?”

“March,” he said.

He gave her bare bottom a solid whack to set her on her way and she squeaked. Why the hell did she keep on baiting him? This trip to the bedroom may have had a very different ending. Oh, well, in for a penny, she was going to get it, she may as well have some fun.

“Put the clothes down on the chair.”

Mikki resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead decided to play along. She made a big show of bending and placing each item down one by one, batting her eyelids at Drew every time. “Happy?” she asked.

“Keep it up.”

The look on his face showed anything but happiness but it did lighten her mood some. She was getting to him. Be careful what you wish for, sir. She would show him submissive. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bring me your hairbrush.”

“Why’s that? Is my hair a mess? Sorry, I’ll fix it.” She threw her head back and gave her thick mane of brown hair a shake. Mikki sidled over to the dresser and picked up the brush, holding it up as a kind of trophy before pulling it through her long dark hair.

“Bring. Me. The. Brush. Now.”

“I will, after I finish brushing my hair.” She gave him the sweetest smile but it was too late, he was across the room in two giant strides. His hand clamped onto her wrist. “Ow!” she whined. “I’m sorry, I was joking.”

“I wasn’t. Let’s see how hilarious you find this brush now.” He sat on the edge of the bed and toppled her across his knee.

There were no gentle caresses or light pats to get her in a sexy mood. There was no ambiance. The brush clapped down on her naked rear and what followed it was an explosion of pain. “Ahh,” she screeched.

“I don’t hear you laughing, miss. No sense of humor?”

“Stop, Drew, stop!” Her hand shot back in an attempt to cover her cheeks, but it was quickly caught by a much larger hand.

The brush came down hard, sending a loud clap through the room.

“You can’t do this! You’re hurting me.” Her voice was starting to break and she held her breath to try to stop herself from crying. There’s no way she was going to give this man the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten to her.

“I’ll stop when you have been properly punished. Your attitude today has been more like that of a bratty teen than a grownup lady. You deserve every swat.”

Again the brush connected with her poor aching rear in a flurry of solid smacks. Oh, Lord, but it hurt. There was no break, no time to adjust, just one clap after another of that wretched wooden hairbrush. She couldn’t take it. She would have to ask for mercy. “Please, Drew, stop!”

“Are you going to be reasonable?” he asked, his rhythm not breaking for a second.

“Yes, yes, I’ll listen.”

“Good,” Drew said. He stopped spanking immediately and helped Mikki to her feet. “Tell me what you learned here.”

“You’re right, not every spanking feels good.” She sniffled.

“And don’t fight me if I’m trying to help.”

“Okay, but I don’t want to have a public meeting with everyone.”

“Then you have until tomorrow night to fix that. Phone them, have lunch or a coffee date, I really don’t care but this is going to end. You’re out of sorts and I don’t think you are going to feel normal again until you have back the other two-thirds of yourself.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I think we both know that I can.”

She could feel the heat creeping up her neck. It was hard to argue that point while she was still standing before him naked with a very sore behind. Not to mention she was about a foot from a hairbrush that was very soon to find its way into the trash.

“This is happening. We’re going to dinner with your friends tomorrow night. You can either walk in there by yourself or I can carry you in and dump you in the chair like a toddler who doesn’t want to do as they’re told. Clear?”

“Clear.”

“Mikki, I just want to say one more thing.”

“Yes, Drew?”

He held his arms open wide. “We need a big hug.”

She ignored the fact that she was naked and he was fully clothed and gladly accepted his embrace and the comfort it offered.

“You better get your clothes back on.” He gave her a quick kiss and patted her well warmed bottom before he marched back to the kitchen and left her alone with her thoughts.

Mikki winced as she dragged her pants on over her stinging bottom. If she were at her own house she would have put on a robe with nothing underneath. She crept back into the kitchen feeling very sorry. Hopefully they could still save what was left of the day.

Drew took her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Friends?”

“Hmm, more than friends, I hope. I don’t usually play with my friends like I play with you.”

“That was no play as well you know.”

“Oooh, you bought my favorite ice cream,” Mikki said, trying to change the subject and get Drew back in a good mood.

“Only good girls get dessert,” he said, tapping the back of her jeans with a roll of saran wrap.

“I do miss Courtney and Megan but they hurt me. Why is that my fault?”

“It isn’t a matter of fault. It’s a misunderstanding that can be easily fixed through a little communication. That’s what adults do, Mikki, they communicate.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk to them but just stop pushing.” She snagged the wooden spoon from its container and whacked Drew on the rear. “Otherwise, I just might have to push back.” He didn’t even flinch.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, it may not end well.”