“Would you care for a glass of wine, Cindy?”
She hadn’t seen him indulge in an alcoholic beverage, but he never made her feel awkward when she did.
“I’ll have a glass of merlot, please.”
David smiled and ordered an iced tea. “You’ve never asked why I don’t drink.”
“I figured you’d share when you were ready. Does it bother you that I do?”
He calmly shook his head. “Not at all. Although I’d prefer you have only one glass. Two at the most.” His eyes were narrowed, making her mind churn.
“I guess James filled you in on the last time Libby and I shared a bottle of wine.”
“He did, and I hope there won’t ever be a repeat performance of that evening.” David looked up at the ceiling, inhaled a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. When his eyes focused back onto hers, he continued to speak in a serious tone. “I’ve been wanting to tell you my story and better start at the beginning.” David spilled his thoughts as Cindy listened intently. Sitting close to him, she felt his energy as he retold the events of his addictions, capturing all that he’d learned from the experiences, both good and bad. She showed no surprise that he harbored secrets, and was almost relieved that he wasn’t perfect.
“Everything in life can be an educational experience, and you never know who you’ll meet along the way.” His story ended with the minister who counseled him and how he was both thankful and fascinated at the same time. “The idea of helping people gave me a reason to wake up in the morning again.” They both were quiet as their server quickly cleared the table.
“I have a confession to make.” She looked at him sheepishly.
“You have my undivided attention.” He leaned back and relaxed, satisfied that his past was finally out in the open.
“I thought after last night, you were going to tell me it was over between us.”
His expression turned into a mischievous grin. “It’s far from over, young lady. We’re just getting started.” He thought for a minute as he sweetly kissed her palm. “That was an awfully short confession. Is there more?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Lying to me wouldn’t be wise at this juncture. I much prefer honesty. It kind of comes with the job, remember?”
“When we went to the ball game about a month ago, we talked about the principles that Libby and James live by.”
“Go on.” There was a twinkle in his eye, sensing how interested she was.
“You never mentioned it again.”
He found it difficult to keep a straight face. “Do you want to explore that way of life with me? Remember, whatever we do has to be agreed upon by both of us.”
He closed his eyes and willed his cock to be still. “No one can know about this, except for Libby and James. Needless to say, not everyone is enamored with this brand of kink. But as long as things stay safe and consensual, I’m a firm believer that what goes on behind closed doors is no one else’s business.”
“I agree. Um… there’s another part to my confession.”
“I’m still listening.”
“I’ve been worried about you taking things slow, if you know what I mean.” She looked down at the table and she blushed.
He guided her face upward. “It was just a matter of knowing we were right for each other. The kind of relationship we’re talking about is based on trust and love. I didn’t want to rush into things, until we were ready. I’m a little old-fashioned in that area. Believe me, I want you.”
Cindy’s eyes sparkled back to life as her clitoris contracted.
“You’ve been patient as I unloaded everything on my mind,” David said. “But we both know you had a reason for wanting to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Your subject matter was much more interesting. Let’s shelve my concerns for another time.”
He made eye contact with the server and indicated they were ready for a check. “No, whatever you wanted to talk about must have been important. Let’s get you home. We can finish our conversation there.”
There wasn’t much dialogue between them during the ride to her house. Tucker barked in the window as he watched them approach the front door. After they greeted her loyal tail-wagging friend, David was the first to make himself comfortable on her couch and stretched out his arms.
“Come here and tell me what’s going on with you, my little lamb chop.”
Cindy moved onto his lap and draped her arms around David’s neck as she smiled at the pet name. “I thought you might be able to give me your professional opinion about why I’ve been so tense and uneasy lately.”
“I’m not a psychologist, Cindy, you know that.” His thumb delicately stroked the side of her face.
“But as a licensed social worker, you’ve taken an abundance of psychology courses, right?”
“I’m happy to help you work through whatever is stressing you out as your boyfriend, not a professional.” He tenderly placed an errant strand of blond hair behind her ear.
“As my boyfriend? Damn, I like that.”
His eyebrows took an immediate hike upward. “Maybe we better create that list sooner than later.”
“What list?” She touched the short, light shadow of whiskers on his chin.
“You know very well what list. How many of Libby’s book suggestions have you read?”
She smiled shyly. “Alright, I just wanted to hear you say it. There’s a lot of that going on tonight, don’t you think?”
He laughed. “Yes, in addition to that little attitude you’re displaying.”
“But Libby told me one of your favorite things is sarcasm.” Her retort was snappy.
He quickly picked her up and effortlessly turned her face down across his lap. “It is.” He laughed. “But you’re going to start seeing things from a completely different angle.”
“Funny, that’s a lot of arm strength coming from the man who whines when he moves a couch.”
That comment earned her backside a loud smack. She was wearing a long silky skirt, so it didn’t offer much protection. She grimaced and wiggled from the sting as he held on tight.
“Would this be a good time for us to discuss the list?” His hand rested on her bottom as he asked the question with a devilish smile on his face.
“What happened to hearing about my anxiety issues?”
“Interestingly enough, I’ve heard spanking is a great stress releaser. Maybe after we discuss some important rules, you’ll feel better about sharing whatever pressures are left.” His palm made hard contact with her other cheek. “Number one on the list is no profanity.”
“Not an appropriate answer, young lady. Maybe I need to add some nonfiction novels to the DD section of your library.” He lifted his hand and brought it down hard right in the middle of her cheeks.
“Yes, sir.” She had an urgent desire to accompany her reply with an eye-roll, but intelligently decided to save that for another time.
“You already know how I feel about drinking, and not lying to me.”
“Is that it?” She swung her head up and to the side.
He directly applied two more firm smacks to each round, silky target and then lovingly rubbed her backside. “We both know what you’re reading, so why don’t you list a few rules for me, and we can deem this an actual discussion?”
“Not putting myself in danger and giving consideration to your feelings.” She moved her head to make eye contact again. “Can I come up now? Is there a cuddle in my immediate future?”
He smiled as she crawled back up into his arms. “You’ve got a little girl inside who misses her daddy’s attention, don’t you?”
“It would be my pleasure to take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear.
She moved her bottom off his leg and he patted it firmly. “Now tell me what has you all jumpy lately. I have a feeling you aren’t sharing everything.”
“Just for the record, I wasn’t lying to you. Unless you consider an omission a lie.”
“I’m going to cut you a break, since it came before we agreed on the rules. Lying by omission is a no-no in my book.” He raised an eyebrow and hugged her tight. “I want the truth this time. Out with it, please.”
She repositioned herself and looked into his liquid brown eyes. “The day before you spent the night on my couch, some things were out of place in the house.”
“What exactly do you mean by out of place? Was something stolen?”
“A better description would probably be rearranged.” Her head dropped as she removed her eyes from his gaze.
David immediately put two fingers under her chin and turned her face toward him. “Look at me, please.”
As she lifted her lashes, Cindy’s eyes started to fill with tears. “I was afraid to tell anyone. What if I’m really going crazy?”
“I don’t think you’re imagining anything. But the facts would be important right about now. Why didn’t you tell me this before?” He spoke with gentle authority and concern.
“I was embarrassed to tell you I have OCD tendencies, especially when it comes to my kitchen. The dishwasher is stacked a certain way and so are my pots and pans. I have shelves in the refrigerator for specific items.” She tilted her head to the side and rolled her eyes sheepishly.
“That eye-roll is going to get you into trouble one of these days, lamb chop.” He winked and nodded his head. “So, what was rearranged?”
She pointed toward the kitchen. “It wasn’t just one thing, which made it obvious. Normally, I would chalk it up to not paying attention. But there were too many things out of place. It’s not like me to be so careless.”
David closed his eyes and thought for a moment. “Does anyone else have a key to your house?”
“No, but I’ve considered giving one to Libby in case I ever lock myself out. Would it be okay if I gave it to you instead?”
He grinned. “I would love to be the bearer of your extra key. But that doesn’t solve your mystery, does it?”
“No, and in full disclosure, I’ve been guilty of drinking a glass of wine or two when I’m alone. So, maybe I’m not as obsessive when in that relaxed state.”
“Does anyone else know about your desire to have things neatly arranged in a certain manner?” He never liked that people were quick to diagnose themselves with disorders.
“My close friends and family know. What are you thinking?”
“I’m just trying to see if we can make sense of this together.”
“Do you think someone came into my house to purposely put me on edge?”
“For right now, let’s assume you were a little forgetful after drinking a glass of wine. Maybe you shouldn’t indulge alone anymore.” He kissed Cindy on the forehead and decided to put her at ease for the moment. He hoped she didn’t see the doubt in his eyes.
It was late when Libby heard James quietly enter their bedroom. The light in the hall created a visible shadow of him on the opposite wall.
“You don’t have to tiptoe. I’m awake.”
He bent over and softly kissed the nape of her neck. “I’ve missed you, kitten.”
She attempted to roll over, but he stopped her. “Wait, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” James shifted behind her and quickly shed his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. The next sound she heard was something being squirted out of a tube.
“I want you on your knees, baby doll. Chest down, ass high.”
With a shiver of excitement, Libby got into the position they’d talked about, but hadn’t explored yet. His hand lifted her short nightgown, and goosebumps quickly appeared as he pressed a wet, cool fingertip into her tight anus.
“Ooh, we’re getting right to the good part.” She wiggled her bum and enjoyed the sensation.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, here.” James’s cock twitched and rose in seconds as he slid his digit in further.
She looked over her shoulder with a sexy smile.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir.” She turned her head forward and leaned a cheek onto the cold, stiff mattress as he parted her bottom globes. His hard, lubricated cock touched her rear entrance.
He inched in slowly but deliberately. “Relax, sweetie. Just push back against me. Good girl.”
“Oh, my God. I forgot how painful this is.”
“Don’t tense up on me, Libby. Does someone need a spanking?” He slid his hand under her and tapped a finger against her clit, knowing just the idea would make her pussy weep. “Bear down for me, baby.” He applied a firm smack to her bottom.
Libby nodded and compliantly drew in a deep breath. As she exhaled, her muscles relaxed and James was able to push deeper inside her narrow, smooth channel.
“How are you doing?”
“I feel full and it hurts. Jesus. Are you all the way in yet?”
“Easy, sweetie, I’m almost there. You feel so good. So tight.” Once he was seated completely, he pulled back and eased forward with slow and steady motions. But as his speed increased, so did the energy of his thrusts as they became deep and strong. Rocking her knees forward, Libby’s bottom was raised up even higher. “That’s it, move with me.”
His wet fingers pressed heavily as her clit was about to explode. “Oh, my God, I can’t wait for you!”
“Come, my love. Come for me.” As a deep groan emanated from his throat, James’s body suddenly propelled forward. She felt his warm cum spray into her depths as her muscles involuntarily shuddered and throbbed at the same time. With eyes closed and a pulsing clit, she moaned in satisfaction as he held onto her tight from behind, eventually becoming soft and relaxed inside her. As their warm and wet bodies affectionately rubbed against each other, exhaustion quickly took over and they fell asleep within minutes.
Libby woke up in the morning to James casually removing the sheet from her body. Before she could react, he grabbed both of her legs, bent and raised them. With a warm washcloth, he wiped her folds first and then moved to clean the cleft of her bottom.
“I could take a shower, you know.”
“Yes, but it wouldn’t be as embarrassing, would it?” He smiled and took his time soothing her sore rosebud. Finally he finished, tossed the cloth in the bathroom, and crawled to her side.
“Good morning. What would my little kitten like for breakfast?”
“Oh, my God, I almost forgot it was Saturday. Let’s go back to sleep,” she teased and rolled over onto her side.
He laughed and continued turning her over. With a strong hand on her lower back, he landed a healthy swat to each bare globe peeking out of her short nightgown. “I haven’t seen these beauties with color in them for a while.” He raised his hand high in the air, but was stopped short by her plea.
“Wait! I’ll make us some coffee.” She squirmed, wiggled her bottom, and laughed as she looked back over her shoulder.
“Okay, okay, but only because you put me in a really good mood last night.” He bent over and kissed each pink handprint that had already materialized on her creamy mounds. “So what’s been going on around here while I was putting out fires? Any good ghost stories you want to share?”
“That’s not funny, James.” She got up and rubbed her tingling backside as she headed for the bathroom.
“Come on. Where’s your sense of humor? Just because David takes her seriously, doesn’t mean I have to.”
Libby poked her head out of the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. “She thought someone was in her bedroom the other night and asked David to camp out on her couch.”
“What exactly do you mean by someone in her bedroom?”
“She felt someone’s breath on her cheek while she was in bed.” Libby spit in the sink, took a drink of water, and popped her head back into the room as she wiped her mouth with a towel.
“Does she think someone broke into her house or are we back to evil spirits again? Geez, it was probably Tucker looking over her.”
Libby shrugged, selected a fresh pair of panties from her drawer, and shimmied into a tight pair of jeans. “There was no one in her bedroom, not even Tucker.”
James took Libby in his arms and kissed her forehead. “You know I’m not buying into the ghost story thing, right?”
She slid out of his grip and backed away from him. “We’re talking about my best friend. I want to be supportive.”
“Maybe she needs professional help. And I don’t mean Ghostbusters.” He chuckled and crossed his arms.
“That’s not nice, James. You’ve worn many expressions over the years, but mean has never been one of them.”
“What are you talking about?” His brow furrowed as he sat down on the bed and pulled his favorite faded jeans on.
“Don’t make me go there.”
“Too late for that, pumpkin. It looks like we’re already there.” He pulled a T-shirt over his head and waited for her answer with crossed arms.
“Pumpkin? Was that meant to be demeaning?”
“I thought you loved your pet names.”
“Okay, that’s it. You can eat breakfast by yourself.” She pulled a short-sleeve waffle-knit top over her head.
“Where are you going, young lady?”
“It would seem your kitten, pumpkin, sweetie, and young lady are all going out to eat. Good thing I made a reservation for four.” She tossed a large handbag over her shoulder and slammed the bedroom door.
James opened the door and chased her down the stairs. “Wait a minute, Libby, there’s no need to slam doors. Let’s talk about this.”
She turned to face him at the bottom of the steps. “Cindy is my friend, James. Who are you to say that she needs professional help?”
“Can we at least discuss this like adults?” His arms were outstretched in hopes of ending the argument.
She clutched her handbag and gave him a piercing look.
“That wasn’t exactly adult-like,” he scolded.
She handed him her handbag. “Fine. You make the coffee.”
They silently walked into the kitchen. Libby sat at the table with her head perched on her folded arms, while James got busy at the counter.
“I don’t think you’ve ever walked out on me.” He poured a full, steaming mug of coffee and handed it to her.
“You of all people should know how much my friends mean to me.”
“You’re absolutely right, and I shouldn’t judge Cindy. But your tantrum was completely unacceptable.” His words were spoken slowly and genuinely as he lifted her chin.
“I never should’ve slammed the door in your face. That was really immature of me. Although I would’ve paid a lot of money to see your expression.” She immediately regretted the giggle that escaped her lips.
His stern face radiated disapproval. “What do you think I should do about my girl’s insolent behavior?”
“Was that a rhetorical question or do you expect me to answer it?” She sighed and leaned against the back of the kitchen chair, pushing him to the limit.
“Would you like to add extras to your spanking, or will the flat side of a hairbrush bouncing off your bratty, bare bottom be enough?” His relaxed and steady voice was well-practiced as he crossed his arms.
“Hairbrush?” Libby instantly wished she could undo her actions as James gently removed the mug from her hands.
“I’ll meet you in the living room, young lady.”
Libby was standing beside the couch when he returned with the dreaded implement. As James approached her, he looked disappointed rather than angry. “I think we should make sure your disrespectful behavior doesn’t happen again. Are we in agreement?”
“Yes, sir.” Her hands were crossed in front of her crotch as she shuffled from one foot to another. It was the classic image of a little girl waiting for her spanking, and he was extremely pleased with her submission.
James reached over, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down. “Turn around. Now.” He brought his hand down hard over her thin panties, and then a little harder one more time.
“Oww, that hurts.”
“Since when did you expect a spanking not to hurt?” James helped Libby get settled over his lap and smoothed her colorful panties with his warm hand. Such a beautiful round and full bottom that fills out the cotton fabric nicely, he thought to himself.
Without warning, he applied the flat side of a wooden hairbrush to both cheeks several times, causing her to yelp and jump with each contact before trying to escape his grasp.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere until I say so, young lady. Lift your bum up, Libby.” He spoke softly as he jerked her panties down to her knees, exposing a very pink behind. “When you behave like a spoiled child, your bottom will receive a good, hard spanking. Is that clear?” James touched the hard brush to the tender crease of her backside. “Lift your bottom up higher.”
“Yes, sir.” Libby’s small voice trembled as tears streamed down her face.
The brush met its delicate, reddened target again and again as his tone remained soft and even. “What did you think would happen if you treated me with such disrespect, little girl?”
“Please, I’m so sorry. I’ve learned my lesson.” She looked over her shoulder with remorseful, teary eyes.
He smoothed his hand over her hot flesh and pulled her panties back up. “Come sit on my lap and get some love, sweetie.” As she moved to his lap, he surreptitiously adjusted his crotch.
Libby sobbed in his arms and mumbled through her tears. “I’ll never treat you that way, again. I promise.”
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered and kissed her forehead.
“I’m worried about Cindy. What are we going to do?”
“You know I don’t believe in the supernatural, but David is much more open-minded about those kinds of things and will give her plenty of support. In my humble opinion, everything she’s experienced up to this point seems as though it might just be her imagination running wild. Unless there’s more to her story she isn’t sharing…”
Libby nodded slowly. “Do you think she’s hiding something?”
He shrugged and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I hate to change the subject, but do you really dislike your pet names?” James kissed the top of her head.
“Nah, I was just acting like a little brat.”
“It was one hell of a performance, sweet pea, but I wouldn’t go for an encore. The next time you pull a stunt like that, your nose will be glued to the wall and your well-tanned, hot bottom will be sticking out of a corner.”
Dressed in khaki pants, a blue button-down shirt, and a black baseball cap, the average-looking service company employee could’ve been arriving for any number of reasons. Pulling up in front of the old house, the white van was nondescript and shouldn’t be noticed by the neighbors. It was midday and there were no vehicles parked in the driveway or visible signs of movement in the home. She was still at work, and the kids who lived on the street were all in school. Stepping on the emergency break with a heavy foot, he took a deep breath and then exhaled. Unfortunately, a problem was forming on the horizon—the possibility that someone else could soon be moving in with her. She was definitely becoming more unraveled emotionally with each disturbance, and he hoped that she would remain alone in the house for at least another month. After all, making her aware of his presence was only part of his foreplay. The closer he got, the more thrilling his game became. Feeling smug, he lowered his baseball cap and exited the van.
Cindy came home from work, changed her shoes, and leashed Tucker for a walk. She always loved the fall season, until it was time to change the clocks, which meant it would be dark earlier. The walks that they enjoyed at the end of the day would soon come to an end.
As soon as she and Tucker returned home from the park, her rituals began. After a regular day at the bank, Cindy normally would relax and maybe enjoy a glass of wine. But because too many odd things had been happening at home, she decided to pour herself a Diet Coke instead and popped some leftovers in the oven. In her fuzzy pink slippers, she lazily shuffled to her small den and sat down on the chestnut brown leather loveseat. She grabbed the remote and pushed the power button. Her eyes immediately lifted upward to gaze at the picture that hung above the television.
She gasped as her body shot upright. The remote fell from her hands, crashed and shattered as it hit the polished hardwood floor.
With Tucker already barking wildly at her feet, she ran to grab her car keys. The only thing she could think of was to immediately get out of the house.
“What happened?” David ushered her and Tucker into his apartment and closed the door. She was visibly shaken.
“I would have called you to come over, but I was afraid to be there one more minute by myself.” Cindy was out of breath and her heart was still beating wildly.
“Okay, calm down and start from the beginning.”
“I came home from work, changed my shoes, and took Tucker for a walk in the park. When we got back, I fed him and threw something in the oven to have for dinner.” The words spilled from her mouth as David led her over to the couch.
“I hate to interrupt, but did you turn the oven off before you came over?”
“I was so panicked, it’s amazing that I remembered to do anything besides drive here. But, yes, I turned it off.”
“Sorry, please continue.” David put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.
“I put on my slippers and went into the den to watch some television while my pizza was heating in the oven.”
He calmly nodded. “Keep going.”
“My picture of Aunt Joan is no longer hanging above the television.”
“What do you mean? Is it missing?”
She shook her head. “It was switched with the picture on the other wall.”
“The location of the picture had been switched?” His tone was incredulous.
“Do you believe me?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. It was the way you asked.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just an odd thing to happen. Was anything stolen?”
“Not that I could see, although I didn’t wait around to check. Either Aunt Joan doesn’t want me to live there anymore, or someone is trying to scare me. Honestly, maybe I should call the police.”
David thought for a minute. “We certainly can call the police, but what are you going to tell them? Flashes of light came into your window, some pots and pans have been rearranged, and now a picture was relocated to another wall? Let’s think about this rationally, Cindy. Have you ever noticed any signs of forced entry?”
“I know I’ve asked you this before, but are you sure no one else has a key to your house? Anyone in your family, perhaps?”
“Not that I know of. Remember, Marlene and I aren’t close anymore, and my mom never asked me for one. What if Aunt Joan doesn’t want me there anymore?”
David eased her onto his lap. “I don’t know what’s going on, but right now, you and Tucker will spend the night here.”
“I feel so stupid.” Her eyes floated in tears.
“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again.” His tone was gentle and kind as he lifted her chin with two fingers. “Do you understand, young lady?”
“Yes, sir.” She swallowed hard, trying to be brave.
“Let me prepare something for you to eat and we’ll go back to your house, so you can get what you need for work tomorrow.” He kissed the top of her head and smiled, noticing the pink slippers on her feet.
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