Big Book of Spanking II

Another Time-2

“I think if you keep being such a petulant little brat, we’re going to have lots of fun,” I remember him saying, as he ran his hands through my hair.

I was in some dreamy “nahnah” land and moaned my agreement as I drifted into sleep. At such moments I was totally content.

These were always the best times, snuggled next to each other, letting all the emotion and physical release wash over us. His nasty temper, his commanding air, his picky little rules and most of all the cutting swats to my rear didn’t matter in those soft moments. In fact, I knew then, that all that tempestuous foreplay just made our s****l interludes even better.

I don’t know why I gave it all up, the reason slipped my mind as I read Will’s note fingering it tenderly. I’m sure it was a rash, impetuous moment, when I wasn’t thinking clearly. Probably over something really stupid. I do remember that Will was in an absolutely dictatorial frame of mind and we’d fired off enough angry sparks to light up the 4th of July.

I often wondered how much that moment altered my life, what we might have been together if I had stayed. But maybe it just wasn’t the right time or place, maybe we just needed distance and growing up to make things really work.

Calling Will at his hotel, I was so jittery I could hardly hold the phone. But when I heard his voice I calmed considerably, remembering how he always had that effect on me. We were both anxious to see each other again, and that night we were together eating Italian food in a cute little diner I knew he’d love.

“Tuna casserole,” Will announced, as he took a sip of burgundy wine and bite of fettuccine.

“What?” I had no idea what he was talking about.

“We broke up over tuna casserole,” he reminded me.

“You really mean that?” I looked at him astounded. The incident was only a very faint memory.

Ten years had only made him more handsome, still with scoundrel eyes and a scoundrel grin.

“That was it,” he confirmed.

“You still have the cabin?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“But you don’t live there?” I guessed.

“I wish I did, but it’s still great for vacations,” he replied. “Even the tool shed is still standing.”

“Really,” I said amazed. Of course why wouldn’t it be, I thought to myself, we built it ourselves and had done a damn good job. “You ever use it like a woodshed?” I asked. “I guess we never got the chance.”

“Oh, we might have, if you’d have let me take care of the tuna casserole incident the way I wanted to. But no, it didn’t work out that way.” He appeared to regret that fact as much as I had.

He was flirting with me, with his scandalous eyes. I loved it.

I winked and teased and flirted back, with a mix of both sweet and lusty memories, that combining with my present pleasure, made the evening with Will a potent renewal of that lost love.

“So, have you paddled any naughty rear ends since then?” I asked.

“A few, but none quite so fair as yours,” he admitted. I abruptly blushed, wondering why I’d thought to bring that sore subject into the conversation.

“So you’re still a dominant, demanding asshole, in addition to your other qualities?”

It was strange the way it came out; and the way the thought of that particular aspect of our relationship still brought up mixed feelings in me. Will noticed the sudden edge in my voice. “It’s still bothering you?” he asked.

“Maybe, so how about answering my question?” I insisted.

“Am I still a dominant, demanding asshole?” he repeated thoughtfully. “Let’s put it this way, I haven’t changed and I have no intention of changing. A relationship with me will always require a submissive woman since I have a very clear need to dominate. That’s just the way it is.”

I felt myself jolt inside the way he said it, and I tried to hide my reaction. Still, I don’t doubt he knew that his blunt statement had a distinct effect on me. After all, Will knew me rather well even if it had been ten years. If he hadn’t changed, he probably knew I hadn’t either. “Don’t you find it a little bit old fashioned?” I suggested.

“Maybe. But it doesn’t matter what you call it Lauren, it’s the way I am.” He meant what he said.

“So, that means you still intend to tame your woman with your belt?” I asked. I couldn’t help shivering at the thought.

“If that’s what it takes, sweetheart, that’s what it takes,” he answered. His eyes had grown dark and somber, as if he were, at that very moment, contemplating a session with his belt and my rear end.

I was a good bit more subdued the remainder of the evening. As much as I was delighted to see him again, it was clear, if I wanted to pursue this relationship, we’d be picking up right where we left off.

The weeks went by and we continued to date. Because we lived in cities some hundred miles apart we didn’t see each other everyday, or even call every night. The thrill of hearing his voice when he did call, and of seeing him on weekends made our affair blossom quickly. The wonderful anticipation between visits was even exciting.

And there was always the suspense, wondering if that fateful moment would occur, when some little mistake would engage his anger and his belt would fly again. Would I respond again with the same perplexing mix of feelings? While we didn’t talk about it, I knew every date we had this second time around brought us closer to that inevitable moment when Will would wield his belt against my bottom. One night when I was alone, I even caught myself m**********g to the thought of being spanked. I quickly stopped. I was surprised at how my body was reacting to the idea.

Regardless of my apprehensions, each time Will asked me out, I couldn’t say no. I was pulled like a magnet by his irresistible charisma and the long unfulfilled burning in my loins. It had been such a long time since I’d felt anything so rich with titillation, and I was having a terrific time being in love with Will again. So, I did my best to ignore the potential confrontation with Will ‘s dark dominant side. I could always hope that somehow the possibility would just disappear… however that was not to be.

“How about going to the cabin with me this weekend?” Will asked me on the phone one Monday night. We hadn’t seen each other the last weekend and I missed him. But all of a sudden the thought of going to the cabin again resurrected all the possibilities that had been lying dormant for weeks.

“Do you just want me there so you can spank me again?” I asked outright, might as well say what I was feeling.

“What? You think I couldn’t have spanked you any other time we’ve been together?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“Listen hon, I don’t need the right place to tan your butt. All I need is a good reason. Your problem? You know eventually you’ll give me one. The anticipation is killing you,” he joked.

He was right, but I wasn’t ready to admit it. “I don’t know about that,” I said. “I was really thinking we could get by without having to go through this again, since that seemed to be where we had such problems before.”

“Maybe,” he offered. “I will promise you one thing: I won’t punish you unless there’s a reason. As long as you behave yourself and don’t start something to get me riled, it’s likely not to happen.”

“That may be so, but it’s sometimes difficult to know what gets you riled. I always thought you were a little arbitrary.”

He paused for a moment to consider my argument. “Maybe,” he finally admitted. “But, I still love to reddened a naughty ass when I’m in a fit. It’s an absolutely perfect way to set things right.”

Will had always amazed me for many reasons. I really admired the way he knew himself so well. I only wished I had the same command of my personality.

“So how about the cabin, that is if you’re not too scared?” he asked again. I could tell he was laughing to himself.

He was issuing me a challenge. “Why not,” I answered. I wasn’t about to let him think me a coward. Besides, whether he spanked me again or not on this trip, one thing I was certain about: this invitation meant a go round in his big, brass cabin bed. Since our renewed love affair we hadn’t had s*x. I’m not sure why, except that we seemed to be waiting for just the right moment, and in ten weeks, that right moment hadn’t happened. Perhaps there was a little fear behind that too. Both of us had been burned before, and neither of us was willing to rush into a new relationship. I knew this time, if it was to last, I had to make sure of Will, and myself. I didn’t want to end up bolting over something as simple as a tuna casserole, and living with another ten years of regret.

Will picked me up from work on Friday night and we drove together to the cabin. It had been a long time since I’d been through the beautiful mountains in this out of the way place. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it, until I breathed in that mountain air again. I knew I was really looking forward to the weekend, even though I was crazy with anticipation.

When we finally arrived at the cabin, it was a little spooky. It seemed like just yesterday that we’d been together in Will ‘s cozy mountain home. In spite of all my fears of returning there, the place itself was very welcoming the way Will had it ready for us. He’d stocked it with food and firewood and clean sheets and all the right things to make it feel like home. There was no doubt in my mind that he had some purpose behind this.

While he brought in our bags, I roamed around the small living room thinking how many special times we’d shared in this place. I stared out the window and saw the tool shed standing exactly where I remembered it, that place where Will had once intended to haul me with his belt for the good old fashioned “woodshed” treatment. I was reminded of the numerous occasions he’d joked with me about it. I’d joked back, even though I dreaded that first time. I was still dreading it.

“Wishful thinking?” Will said, as he sidled up behind me.

“I won’t tell,” I joked, turning around to give him a full mouthed kiss. We clung together, rubbing our bodies against each other, my body heat was rising fast as I churned against him.

“You ready for s*x so soon?” he asked.

“There are a lot of lusty memories in this place, but I suppose we have all evening,” I answered.

“All evening long, just don’t get so antsy,” he said with a sly smile on his face.

“Me antsy?” I protested.

He just smiled and we broke away from each other, Will proceeding to empty the sack of groceries that he’d brought in from the car.

“Remember when I screwed you on this table?” he asked.

“How could I forget?” I replied.

He seemed caught up for a moment in the memory, but instead of doing the romantic thing, sweeping me into his arms and screwing me again in the same place, he began to fix dinner.

The longer we spent verbally sparring, recalling bits of past trivia to jog our memories, the more anxious I became. I couldn’t help it, I wanted something to happen, anything. I needed to get beyond my crazy expectations, but I wasn’t sure what would happen first, the s*x, the belt, or both!

As we sat down to dinner, I found myself so edgy that I could hardly enjoy the meal. It seemed we eyed each other cautiously the whole time; and I wondered if Will was as apprehensive as I was.

“Do the dishes will you?” he said as he finished his dinner. “I have something to do in the tool shed.” He was already rising from his chair. I thought it a bit abrupt.

“You mean you’re not going to do them with me?” I asked bluntly.

“No,” he answered flatly. He was suddenly being another Will I remembered, selfishly absorbed with his needs, not for the least moment thinking of me.

I watched him walk out the door, totally perplexed by his sudden change in mood. I turned back to the table and began clearing away the dinner dishes. When I was finished with my task, Will was still not back from outside; and since there was very little for me to do in the cabin, I went out to see what he was doing.