Liz’s text reached him at 2:10.

“Can you be here at 2:45. No later than 3:00?”

He looked at the files piled on his desk and at the task list on the screen in front of him. Nothing that couldn’t wait.

“Sure” he texted back and headed for the door.

Her door was unlocked and he called up the steps, “I’m here!”

“Come on up.” It was 2:53. “We’re in the kitchen.”

“We’re?” he thought as he crossed the living room. In the kitchen, across the table, Liz stood up flashing a radiant full-tooth ear to ear cheerleader smile that lit up her whole face. She had been pouring water into a tea cup for an older woman seated at the table. Liz looked positively girlish with her hair parted in the middle and pulled back behind her ears.  She was wearing a university polo-shirt that fitted tightly to her breasts and clung to her body down to her waist. And that was it-from the waist down she was naked.

He kept moving into the kitchen but slowed his pace a bit. The older woman put down the spoon that she had been stirring with and held out her hand not rising.

“Nancy”, she said. “Nancy Shawn.”

Liz came around the table and stood between them to make a formal introduction. “Nancy, this is John-the man I told you about.”

John put on a wide smile himself, getting into the act that this was the most normal tableau that he could have happened into. The woman had a firm handshake and John was shaken for a moment by what he saw as a resemblance to Carol. Hair color and style was different-but there was something: a rawboned…something.

“So this is the man, huh?” Nancy raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not sure which man”, John joshed along, “But definitely one of them.”

“Oh”, said Nancy. “I’m interested in the man who did this.” With that she reached out and touched Liz’s arm. Liz turn her back to John bending slightly with her hands on her bare hips.

Liz’ bottom was a bright pink from her thighs to the deep dimples at the top. The color was deepest in the middle of each cheek but splashed out in lighter shades along both sides of her butt where bright handprints were evident. He could see wide-splayed fingerprints scattered across the tops of her legs.

“Well Nancy”, he fake drawled, “as much as I’d like to take credit for the beautiful work…”

“No, no, silly. Not this”, she patted one of Liz’s pink cheeks. “This. And this.”

She pointed at the two faint purple bruises low on Liz’s bottom that remained from the paddling last week. They had been stubborn and faded slowly but were just about gone-he would have been hard pressed to notice them among that blooms of pink and red had Nancy not pointed them out. Surely though, they were very noticeable when Nancy got her first look at Liz’ otherwise milky bottom this afternoon.

With an exaggerated lean toward where Nancy was pointing he confirmed. “Yes, Ma’am. Those are mine. Would recognize them anywhere.”

“Hmmm” said Nancy rising from her seat. She was wearing jeans and brown suede leather boots with heels that brought her to his height. She stepped close to him and looked into his eyes as if they were tinted windows she was trying to see through. There was a small twinkle in her own eye.

“It’s hard keeping them in line, isn’t it”, she said with a smile.

“Exceedingly so,” he agreed.

She held out her hand. “Very nice meeting you. I have to be somewhere at four and out of here…” with a glance at the clock, “ten minutes ago.”

Liz had turned back to them and John could easily find himself distracted by the slim honey colored patch at the bottom of her flat stomach.

“Come on Nancy, you can stay as long as you want. No Hurry-finish your tea.”

“Love the thought-thank you, but I really have to go.” She gave Liz a sisterly peck on the cheek and patted John’s bicep as she moved passed him. “Maybe see you again. Ta-ta!” And with that she was out of the kitchen, through the living room and gently down the steps. John crossed to the desk watched out the window as Nancy crossed Phillips and slipped into a sleek little German hatchback.

Liz came up beside him. “She has daughter problems. Living at school-bonded with the father-entitled little bitch…etcetera, etcetera. Every time her daughter really pisses her off-I get my ass beat. Wearing the school colors and a field hockey shirt no less. Simple case of transference.”

“Looks like she hits hard.”

“Jesus-and it’s all with her hand. The first time she spanked me it took my breath away.”

“Does she remind you of anyone?” he asked, watching……..

“Not at first-I don’t think. But later, yeah. A little. You know, when I was across her lap the first time and she put her left arm across my back to hold me down? It felt like a railroad tie. Strong. That’s when I thought of Carol. Scared me too-until she flipped up my skirt and really brought me back into the moment. Youch.” Without realizing it, she had started rubbing her right cheek. Feeling the motion John reached back and rubbed the left.

“You can either put some bottoms on and we can go out, or take the top off and we can go in there…”

She reached down and pulled the polo up over her head as she turned on her heel and walked to the bedroom. She unsnapped the bra on the way and tossed it carelessly toward the couch which it missed and landed on the end table next to a folded stack of twenties that he was sure Nancy had left there.   John followed the pink moon into the dim bedroom.


(Continued from There are always consequences)

That’s enough, he thought before he said it out loud. She breathed deeply and straightened up, her jeans and panties puddled on the floor around her feet. Her butt was an angry pink all over with red and purple blotches scattered across both cheeks. She reached back, still facing the street and rubbed her tortured bottom. John knew from hard won experience that it felt hot and tight as if the skin was too stiff to hold the heat. He put the paddle down on the table and dropped to one knee behind her.

“Lift your leg” he told her as he grabbed her right calf. She steadied herself on the desk and did as she was told. He pulled the jeans and underwear off of first one leg then the other. Kneeling with his face so close to her bottom he could almost feel the heat.

She went back to rubbing her bottom as he turned her around and kissed the tears on her cheeks. She kept her eyes downcast so he had to bend slightly to get at her face. He loved the salty taste and kissed all over to leave none behind. He had never paddled her before-certainly nothing this severe- but he didn’t think the tears he was drinking were tears of pain.

“Go lay on the bed”, he told her. Again, she obeyed without question.

John went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. She had a number of bags of frozen fruit that went into yogurt smoothies that she liked to make. He took two bags of frozen blueberries and went into the bedroom. The sunlight that flooded the front room flowed through the open bedroom door and onto the bed where Liz lay face down her brightly colored bottom facing him as he entered. Her head was turned away, resting on her crossed arms.

He sat on the bed beside her and placed the icy cold bags on her butt-one on each cheek completely covering the welts and nascent bruises.

“Ahhh…” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

“That’s OK,” he said rubbing the back of her thigh lightly. “I came on a little harder than I needed to, I think.”

“You did what you had to do”, she muffled into her arm. “You gave me what I needed. What I deserved.”

They sat in silence for a while as he continued to rub his hands gently over her hamstrings and up under the frozen fruit. Liz was breathing deeply and he thought she might have fallen asleep. “You still here?” he asked.

“Oh yes”. As if in answer she lifted her head and shook her hair free-turned to the right so she could see him. “One hundred percent present.”

“Good. Last time for three questions. Nothing but the truth right?”

“I’m not going to lie.”

“Did anything other than conversations and drinks happen between you and Carol?”


“Was it going to?”

After a tiny pause, “I don’t know.”

“Fair enough. Last question-Is it going to now?”

“NO. Nothing happens that you don’t want to happen. And nothing happens that you don’t know about.”

“OK”. He picked the fruit off of her bottom and ran his hands over the cold skin. She reacted-moving her butt back into his hand. He put his hand between her legs and pushed them gently apart then slipped his fingers up under her. She was wet and ready-pushing back against his hand. He slipped out of his pants and underwear and settled between her legs.

“In my ass” she said.

“You don’t come that way-you feel ready to come.”

“I don’t deserve to come.”

“Come on, that’s enough of that. Having your butt beat purple means never having to say you’re sorry.” He felt her smile. “Will you come if I fuck you?”

“Yes”, she said, “Definitely”. She pushed back on her knees opening up her whole bottom to him. He closed and slipped easily in feeling the coolness of her iced cheeks against his hips. Even though John wasn’t a physically big guy, she liked the feel of his weight on her. He kept up a rhythmic thrusting as he pushed down on her upper back and shoulders as if holding her down. Her breath came hard and fast-in prelude to a soft growl starting deep in her throat. John pulled out of her and with his hand guided his cock along the rim of her lips to her tiny engorged clitoris. She began to almost yelp at the rubbing which he kept at until she growled-“IN-IN-IN!!”

He lifted himself on his toes and hand and slammed deeply into her- slapping hard against her bruised butt. Again and again he drove it as far into Liz as he could until her growl grew from something low and guttural into something high pitched and keening. She pushed back with her knees as roughly as he pushed forward until with a quivering, stiffening cry-she came. She kicked back a few more times in spasms then flattened on the bed gulping air.

“Sweet Jesus”, she gasped.

“I’d say so”. It was the best sex the two of them had had with each other in…they would try to remember later. But it was a long time.

There are always consequences

“It’s not like that. Honestly. I’m sorry. I should have told you. Should have told you right away. When I didn’t tell you right away, I couldn’t think of how to do it afterwards.” He let the silence hang there. “Really, I thought…every time we spoke I thought it would be the last time. I didn’t expect we’d talk more than the one or two times…”

“What? You’re leaving?” He had stood up. “Come on John,” there was pleading in her voice. “Don’t just leave.”

Before he could respond, she unwound her legs and popped up herself having made a decision. “Just wait”, she said, walking into the bedroom. “Don’t go anywhere.” He heard her open her closet door then close it. When she walked back into the living room she was carrying an oak paddle. It was thick enough to do the job but light enough-especially with the four holes drilled down the middle-to swing hard. He knew from painful experience that it was long and wide enough to cover a lot of area with every swat. She handed the paddle to him.

“Here”, she said. She stepped over to the desk and turned her back to him. He gripped the handle and felt the weight of the board.

“No”, he said.

“Yes”, Liz answered without turning around. “You have to.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

She looked back over her shoulder and he saw her eyes glistening. “I need you to.” Their eyes locked for a moment and she turned back toward the street. The old Oriental gentleman from across the street was walking his toy poodle from sycamore to sycamore with the leash in one hand and a green plastic newspaper bag in the other. He walked carefully, picking his way along the buckled flagstones of the old sidewalk. She saw him most days though they had rarely been on the street together to acknowledge one another.

He watched her back-saw the rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed quickly. Saw her shirt tail-his shirt tail-hanging down almost completely covering her jean-clad bottom. The hours in the gym had won her a firm protruding backside that was stronger and more contoured than it had been a decade earlier. And she dressed it to maximum effect-nothing baggy hanging off of her. His breath was now coming quickly too. He hadn’t moved.

“You have to do this”, she said softly, almost whispering.

He stepped closer to her, taking position to her left. “I suppose I do”, he said flatly.

Her shirt moved as her fingers unsnapped the button on her jeans and pushed down the zipper. John watched over her shoulder as the old Oriental gentleman bent over with the green bag to pick up the waste his dog had left near the curb. Mission accomplished, he crossed the street toward home.