Old Affairs & New Found Lovers

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

“My god, this weather is bad,” Brett said, watching Kyle attempt to negotiate their way through a driving rainstorm.

“It’s not much further,” he replied, focusing on the blurry road in front of him.

“I didn’t realize that Heath lived so far out,” Brett said.

“He’s had this estate for a gazillion years,” Kyle said. “He likes it because it’s so remote—suits his parties well.”

“You’ve been to one before?” Brett asked. She hadn’t heard about it if he had.

“Not one out here, but Phillip’s sure talked about them a lot. They sound like very unique occasions. We’ll just see what delectable fantasies we can act out this weekend.”

“You say you haven’t been to a party here, you’ve been to others?” Brett wasn’t yet comfortable discussing with Kyle the “other” rear ends he’d spanked, though maybe it was finally time to discuss the matter a little more openly.

“I went to one in town. One of Phillip’s parties at his condo. Actually the place is practically a mansion in itself. That was a wild one, believe me. It was just an evening. Featured an auction. There must have been a couple dozen sassy submissives in the crowd, all willing to have their rear ends paddled to a blushing red. What a fine time.” Kyle was obviously relishing the memory.

“You sound as if you enjoyed it,” Brett observed.

“Who wouldn’t?” he smiled and looked at his wife. Thankfully, the rain was letting up a little and it was easier to concentrate on the conversation. “But,” he pondered aloud, “it’s not the same just playing around like that with willing bottoms. I like it when you protest, and it’s for real, makes the conquest all the more exciting.”

“You really are a throwback to another time,” Brett exclaimed.

“Ah, but so are you,” Kyle retorted.

Brett sighed. “I’ll just be glad to get away,” she said. “This has been quite a last six months.”

“Well, you can take your mind off of everything: business, cases, all the mystery. Concentrate on flaming bottoms.”

“And getting mine flaming hot. Maybe there will be some other handsome man I’ll want to spank me,” Brett said, teasing her husband.

“Wouldn’t bother me in the slightest,” Kyle smiled.

“I’ve never seen anyone get spanked before,” Brett admitted. “You know that excites me almost as much as the thought of getting my own paddling.”

“I’m sure you’ll get the chance to see a lot of things,” Kyle assured her. “Phillip is a very inventive man, and Janice matches him with her sassy demeanor.

“Like me?” she said.

“Like you,” he agreed. He reached over and affectionately squeezed her thigh.

***

Brett felt like an old wet hound dripping all over Phillip Heath’s lovely oriental rug as she stood in the grand foyer of his house.

“Glad to see you,” Phillip announced, giving Kyle a pleasant pat on the back. Phillip was an ebullient red-faced man, nearly six-feet tall. Dressed in very dapper tweeds, he was every bit the gracious country gentleman. The “sassy” wife Janice was much more demure than her husband, but Brett could see she was indeed fiery. Her eyes had a mischievous flash as she offered Brett her warm, outstretched hand.

“Kathryn, take the Longchamp’s coats,” Phillip asked his sulking daughter. The willowy young woman grudgingly rose from a chair in the corner of the foyer and grabbed Brett and Kyle’s sopping wet coats.

“My stepdaughter is all upset,” Janice explained. “Phillip insisted that she not go out with the weather like it is. She was planning on a hundred mile drive north tonight, can you imagine that? Phillip refused to let her go. As it is, she thinks she’s marooned and is going to die here.”

“I am,” Kathryn pouted. “I suppose this means that I’ve got to be gracious all weekend?”

“You’ll behave yourself, that’s for sure,” Janice reminded the girl. Turning once again to the Longchamp’s, she said, “She’s been a little edgy since she graduated from the university last month. No job yet, at least not one she would take. Now she’s moping around here like a lost puppy.

“Oh, she’ll survive,” Phillip said, as a stern look crossed his face, meant explicitly for his still brooding daughter.

“Did I tell you, Kathryn, Steven Wells called this afternoon,” Janice said.

The young woman’s eyes lit up just a little. “He’s coming to the party?” she asked.

“I think so, so you’d better behave yourself.”

“I always behave myself,” Kathryn said haughtily, as if she was offended by the very idea.

Phillip turned back to the Longchamp’s, trying to show a more hospitable side of his family. “It looks as if we’ll have quite a cozy group. A few people I expected called to say they didn’t want to chance it this weekend. But believe me, we’ll have a fine hot time.” His eyes twinkled again merrily.

Brett watched the three as Kathryn “humphed” so everyone could see, then marched off with the coats in hand.

“She’s your daughter,” Janice reminded Phillip.

“Oh yes, and she’ll know it before this evening is over,” Phillip vowed. Their host caught a glimpse of a woman crossing the other end of the foyer. “Cassandra,” he called out, getting the woman’s attention. A bright voluptuous blonde dressed in a skin-tight red lycra dress turned, smiled broadly, and then came their way.

“Hi!”

Phillip introduced the three. “I’ve been trying to get Kyle here for years,” Phillip told the blonde woman.

“At least two,” Kyle answered taking the woman’s hand. “Now that I’m married and have Brett to bring, it makes it more interesting.”

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t get to you before,” Cassandra purred. Her comment was strictly s****l, and Kyle liked the attention.

“Say, Cass,” Phillip interjected, “they’re in the room between yours and Victor’s. Why don’t you show them the way?”

“Sure,” she replied.

Kyle and Brett followed Cassandra’s lovely swaying rear up the sweeping staircase to the second floor.

“Phillip’s parties are always the best,” the woman gushed. “This one will be a little small, but oh so intimate,” she said giggling. She showed them to a beautifully furnished bedroom that was highlighted by a four poster bed amidst the lush burgundy and rose furnishings.

“Of course there’s Victor, but we ignore him,” she went on, suddenly looking very dour. She spoke with a whisper pointing to the room next door. “That’s his room. Victor is Phillip’s brother, nothing like him though. I feel so sorry for Patricia, his wife. She’ll try to enjoy the party, that is if Victor will let her. She could be a real doll. That marriage was a mistake if I ever saw one.

Brett and Kyle nodded as they listened to the gossipy charmer.

“So, who else will be here?” Kyle asked. He was finding this hostess quite a delightful diversion; a fact which Brett readily noticed. She figured that just the sight of Cassandra’s lovely round rear bobbing noticeably was enough to send any dominant man’s punishment hand tingling, and crotch crawling with desire. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Kyle spanking another woman. Brett always considered herself the focal point of their spanking episodes. She wasn’t sure how well she would do sharing her husband this weekend.

“Oh, let’s see,” Cassandra began. “Niles and Jenny Callender will be here. Niles is a judge, Jenny is his new wife, much, much younger.” She raised her eyebrows with a knowing look. “No one’s met her yet, but there’s lots of babble about her being from a much different world than the Judge. “Divine hale Tramp” I think one fellow described her. But I guess she’s got quite a penchant for begin spanked, which would certainly please the Judge. He’s quite a dominant, if you know what I mean.” Cassandra was like a gossipy old lady whispering her yarn. “And let’s see, there’s also George Adams, he’s quite the spanker, and Steven Wells. George is my absolute favorite though, but don’t tell him I said so. I’ve got a few special things in mind for the man this time,” Cassandra said with devious glimmer in her eye. “But listen, you don’t want to miss his hand on your butt, believe me,” she advised Brett.

“I’ll remember that,” Brett replied amused.

“Steven, well, he’s a dream. I’ve kind of had my eyes on him, but he’s young. I think he might be after Kathryn’s bottom, and her heart,” She sighed meaningfully.

“She into spanking like her parents?”

“Yeah, had a real “coming out” party last time. Her dad’s been spanking her since she was little, never really did stop until she went off to college. Then at the party six months ago, you should have seen her over Steven’s lap, she was smitten with spanking, and with him. I think something else just might happen this time.

“Sounds like we could have a very interesting party,” Kyle said.

“Absolutely,” Cassandra said, looking at the handsome Kyle Longchamp from head to toe. “I bet he’s got a fine lap for a spanking,” she said to Brett winking.

“Sure does,” Brett replied, winking back.

“Hey, I should let you two get settled and all. Dinner’s at 7:00, get acquainted time.” She looked at her watch. “Just an hour.”

Cassandra left the room swishing her rear end.

“She’s quite a package,” Kyle remarked, watching until she disappeared behind the closing door.

“I’d bet you’d like to have her too,” Brett said.

“Oh, not as much as I want you,” he replied, pulling his wife into his arms. He looked up at the four poster bed. “Think I should tie you up to this?” he said with a grin. “Inspires lots of fun thoughts.”

“Kyle,” Brett groaned.

“No?” he joked.

“I don’t think so, but I imagine we’ll have some fun here,” she conceded.

They were feeling very amorous, kissing, beginning an earnest groping when they were startled by voices in the adjoining room. Victor’s and Patricia’s, or so they surmised.

“I told you I didn’t want you flirting with him!” a man’s voice rang out.

“What am I suppose to do at these parties? I thought that was what this was all about,” the woman replied.

“You know my rules. I’m not going to change because we go to my brother’s parties. It’s about time you learned that.” It must have been Victor.

“Then why do we come?” his wife answered, her soft voice passionate and pleading.

“Because, like my brother, I appreciate the sight of female flesh getting its due. I don’t approve of all the antics here but it is the one place where we can express ourselves.” Without ever seeing his face, it was obvious that Victor Heath was a very haughty man. “I think the strap would be appropriate right now,” he abruptly changed the conversation.

“Not now, it’s almost dinner time,” his wife protested.

“There’s plenty of time. It would please me to have you sitting on a freshly punished bottom during your meal. Maybe then you’d remember who you belong to.

“Can you believe how thin these walls are?” Brett whispered to her husband.

He grinned. “So much the better.”

The two detectives listened enthralled by the fiery scene. It didn’t sound altogether different than an argument he and Brett would have, except Kyle would never spank his wife for flirting with another man. He wasn’t the jealous type.

“How about just over your lap?” they heard Patricia offer.

Her voice this time was almost too quiet to hear but with just a little hint of shame, Kyle and Brett jumped on their own bed and listened attentively for the voices from the other room.

“No. I want you to lay over the bed while I strap you,” Victor retorted.

The two detectives imagined Patricia Heath assuming the desired position; and in just minutes, they heard the first crack of Victor’s strap, the remarkable sharp sound quite piercing to the ear. Several more cracks and they heard the punished wife begin to moan. A few more fierce smacks and she began to sob. With each new crack, a more enthusiastic sob escaped her lips.

“Please, no more,” Patricia finally pleaded.

“Silence! You know the rules.”

The woman could hardly contain herself, but the strap continued to land.

“Maybe next time, you’ll behave yourself like the lady I want you to be,” Victor advised her.

“God, what an ass!” Brett said, hearing Victor’s nasty sounding comment. It wasn’t just what he said, it was the arrogant tone of his voice. She wondered if Kyle would sound that way to other people if they were listening in on one of their moments. She didn’t think so.

The strap came down a few more times and stopped. Patricia’s sobs went on for a few moments, then died away. The detectives half expected to hear the sound of a s****l interlude follow, as it would in their case, but nothing like that happened.

“Will I get to play at all?” Patricia asked, in a penitent voice.

“Perhaps,” Victor replied. “But I’ll choose the time, and the person to discipline you. Perhaps the Judge. Regardless, Patricia, I’d suggest you behave yourself or you’re going to find your bottom will not stop hurting all weekend. You needn’t worry, I’m perfectly capable of giving you all the punishment you need.”

Kyle and Brett heard the bedroom door close.

“You think he’s gone?” Brett asked, turning to her husband.

“She’s still crying a little,” Kyle said.

“He’s perfectly horrible,” Brett said.

“Not my type. I think he’s missing out on the best part,” Kyle said with a sensuous tease. Forgetting the scene next door, the two were in each other’s arms on the bed, enjoying a pleasant groping interlude.

“Ouch!” Brett gasped when Kyle squeezed her bottom.

“Just reminding you,” Kyle said.

She gave him a wet kiss, then pulled away. “You know, I don’t really care about anyone else this weekend, I just care about being with you,” Brett said.

“Thank you, my love, but have some fun too, okay?”

“I’ll try,” she murmured as she snuggled in his arms. “And I guess we’d better get dressed, it’s almost time for dinner.”

“I suppose so, though staying here and screwing you sounds like more fun,” Kyle said.

“Just think what further stimulation there is to come,” Brett answered gaily. “What do you think I should wear?” she asked, jumping from the bed.

“Oh?” he considered. “How about something sexy and short.” Kyle was no doubt thinking of Cassandra’s lovely bottom encased in the skin-tight lycra, thinking his wife’s would be as charming so attired.