After a few more pictures and autographs the bar seemed to get eerily quiet all of a sudden, and everyone was focusing their attention to the entrance of the bar where David Lannister stood, taking in the spectacle with folded arms and a confident grin on his face.
“Uh oh, Daddy’s here!” One of the guys teased.
“Yeah, little Miguelito’s in trouble,” another one heckled, as David approached the melee, where the guys on either side of him were dispersing, looking at their prized pictures on their cell phones.
Riley and Kate didn’t know what to think, looking from Miguel to David, and Miguel just grinned at David, making no attempt to right his jeans.
David crooked a finger in his friend’s direction, beckoning him silently.
“Ooh, someone’s in trouble!” another one of the guys teased.
Miguel just smiled and strutted over to where David stood. He was eating up the encouragement from the crowd that had now gathered around them.
When Miguel was in front of him, David slowly produced a leather leash from the inside of his suit jacket. He promptly clipped it to the ‘D’ ring on the collar around Miguel’s neck, to the delight of the onlookers that were cheering on the show before them.
“What did I tell you about taking the girls to this place, huh?” he said, winking at Riley and Kate, before leading Miguel to a nearby barstool.
David tugged on the leash, pulling the young model down over the stool to the cheers of the crowd. Miguel’s jeans were already halfway down his ass and he looked back up at David with a big grin on his face. David purposefully faced the cheering guys, and reaching into the inside of his jacket pocket, he produced a good-sized leather paddle.
More cheers erupted from the guys. Kate put her hand over her mouth in awe at the sight before her and Riley couldn’t help but grin.
David focused his attention once again on his friend bent over the stool. He very deliberately tugged Miguel’s jeans down with one hand, exposing his white brief-clad behind all the way, to the delight of the crowd.
“What do you think I should do with you, Miguel?” David asked, bending down, addressing his upturned friend and flashing a bright smile.
“Spank him!” the guys cheered. “Yeah, spank him!”
“Very well!”
With that declaration, David laid the paddle down on Miguel’s bare back and removed his jacket, the crowd egging him on every step of the way.
“Would you mind, Riley?” David asked, holding up the jacket.
Riley took the jacket from him, as David lined up behind his target. The crowd now starting to chant in unison, “Spank him, spank him!”
David lined the paddle up then brought it high in the air before bringing it down full force on the white cotton-covered backside in front of him.
The crack of the paddle could be heard over the cheering crowd, and Miguel winced, shutting his eyes as the blow registered. Then he was grinning all over again.
David went to take his jacket but the crowd had other ideas; they wanted to see more.
“It seems your public wants more, after all,” David smirked, as he turned back and addressed his friend. “We can’t disappoint them now, can we?”
Chapter Eighteen
“That was Helen, she’s none too pleased with Kate right now. Apparently she and AJ crawled in rather drunk, at three this morning!” Joanna said, coming back into the bedroom where Riley was still stretched out in bed.
“Shit, really? I tried to get them to leave when I left with David and Miguel last night. AJ had shown up later, and she said she wanted to stay. Neither of them was feeling any pain when I left, maybe I should have stayed with them, but I knew I had my first Saturday with Alex at the detention center today.”
“No, I’m proud of you, honey, especially since that’s not the only thing you have today, is it?” Joanna replied, handing Riley a mug of coffee and sitting down on the bed next to her. “Kate’s a big girl, and Helen spoke to her about midnight. Something funny, Riley? You have a big smile on your face for someone who is about to get her backside roasted.”
Riley shook her head and the smile disappeared from her face at Joanna’s words. “I was thinking about Miguel and David last night. You should have seen it, Jo, and Miguel was just eating it up. Did you have any idea? I mean about David?”
“Yes, darling, I did, that’s actually where I met him a few years ago, long before he became our client.”
“No fucking way, wait, you used to go to that place?”
“Yes, I did, back in the day. The third Friday of the month, it was transformed into the Divas Dungeon. It was quite good fun. I hope you didn’t mind that Helen and I didn’t join you last night, we were both tired.”
Riley just shook her head, a little dumbfounded. “But, you… what…”
“Shh, enough questions, honey, time to talk. You ready to talk about part two of your reckoning, dealing with the sneaking around and lying to me? You look concerned, what are you thinking about?” Joanna asked, scooting next to Riley and giving her a soft kiss on her lips.
“That I love you so much, and I never want to lie to you again, not now as your girlfriend and especially as your wife. I trust you with all my heart, Jo. I’ll be better, I promise. I’m ready, ready for a clean slate and ready for us to move on and get all of this behind us.”
“That’s my girl,” Joanna said with a smile. “I love you so much, Riley, you have to know that. Despite everything that has happened, I’m so proud of you and I can’t wait until you’re my wife. I want to show you off to the world.”
“Jo, I don’t get that right now. What you see in me, I don’t know? What I do know is, I love you with all my heart and I feel like the luckiest person alive, and I don’t say alive frivolously.”
“Well, that’s something we are going to work on too. How you see yourself, I don’t think you know the half of it. But later for that. You ready, honey?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m ready, I’m so ready to move on!”
“Oh, honey, you make it really hard for me to discipline you when you’re being so sweet and good but we both know you need this, correct?”
“Like I said, I’m ready, do your worst, Ms. Armstrong,” Riley smiled.
Joanna gave a slight grin, then her face turned stoic. “Riley, I need to know that you won’t lie to me or shut me out of what is going on. And that you will never sneak around and put yourself in danger the way you did again. Do I have your promise, Riley?”
Riley searched Joanna’s face and felt the sincerity in her heart. She wanted nothing more.
“I promise, Jo.”
“Good girl,” Joanna praised, scooting back against the headboard in the middle of the bed and tapping her thigh. “My lap is reserved and ready for you, young lady.”
Riley folded back the sheets and kneeled next to Joanna, biting her bottom lip. She was accepting of whatever Joanna was going to dish out but she was never quite ready for it. Joanna reached next to her, picked up one of the king pillows, and placed it over her lap.
“There, may as well be as comfortable as you can, and we’ll have these off,” Joanna said, grasping either side of Riley’s boy shorts and tugging them down to Riley’s mid-thigh.
Riley felt Joanna’s eyes on her, and a flush came over her face. Normally she would have loved the closeness and even relished in exposing herself to her lover before they made love, but this was different. Joanna had just bared her bottom for a spanking. A spanking that Riley knew she had coming and a spanking that she knew was going to leave an impression.
“Jo, I’m sorry, sorry for lying to you and sorry for screwing things up so badly and getting Alex hurt.”
“I know, Riley, I know you are and after this, it will all be behind us, honey,” Joanna replied, putting one hand between Riley’s shoulder blades and one hand on her chest before gently guiding her down over the pillow on her lap.
Riley crossed her arms on the comforter in front of her and rested her
head on her arms. She focused on the clock on the nightstand: seven-fourteen.
Riley felt Joanna’s palm rest on her bottom. She felt more vulnerable as her bottom was presented prominently over the pillow on top of Joanna’s lap.
“Let’s begin and we can put this behind us,” Joanna said before Riley felt Joanna’s hand connect with her bottom for the first time. Over and over in a slow, steady rhythm, Joanna’s hand landed on her backside. They weren’t particularly hard but every once in a while, Riley felt a harder smack as her nether regions began to heat up. Riley started to wince a little as Joanna upped the ante and began to land sharper blows, some repeating on the same spots until a smarting sting had built.
“You doing okay, Riley?” Joanna asked, stopping the spanking and giving Riley’s bottom a little caress and a rub.
“Yes,” Riley breathed, glancing back at the clock, which now read seven twenty-one.
“Okay, now you’re all warmed up, time to deal with the lying and sneaking around, agreed?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Riley replied, shutting her eyes.
Riley tensed a little, as she felt Joanna’s palm leave her behind and although she was expecting it, she was still startled by the sharp blow that landed on her left cheek. Riley grunted at the force of the swats Joanna was now imparting on her behind.
“Riley, I don’t ever want to be scared like that again, do you understand?” Joanna started, punctuating her question with sharp swats to Riley’s sit spots. “You promise me now you’ll never do anything like that again!”
“Ow, shit, that hurts, I promise, Jo!” Riley pleaded, as the swats began to land on the same spot over and over.
Joanna switched to Riley’s other cheek, and repeated the same pattern until Riley was writhing. Her bottom was on fire with the repeated blows, and even with her hand Joanna was getting her point across. Riley began to count to try to ascertain Joanna’s pattern. She would begin on one sit spot and land ten hard spanks to the same place, before moving to the other cheek to repeat the same. Over and over, Joanna continued until Riley didn’t think she could take the barrage much longer. Her bottom was throbbing and she was certain Joanna had switched to an implement but when she looked back it was still just her hand.
“Jo, please, no more.”
“Am I getting my point across, Riley, because I want you to remember this?”
“Ow, yes, ma’am!” Riley conceded, counting the tenth set of ten to her right cheek.
Joanna stopped the spanking and again began to rub Riley’s bottom. Riley felt her body relax back into the comforter; the clock on the nightstand now read seven thirty-eight.
“Good girl, you’re doing great, Riley,” Joanna praised, leaning over to her nightstand drawer and retrieving the thick-backed mahogany hairbrush.
Riley just grimaced but she knew she wasn’t getting away with just a hand spanking today. She felt the cool wood on her burning bottom, as Joanna began to rub the brush in circles.
“I want you to focus, Riley, focus on why you’re getting every single one of these and hopefully you won’t find yourself in a similar situation in the future. Are you ready?” Joanna asked, stopping the circular motion with the brush.
Riley let out a sigh before glancing at the clock again; seven forty-two. She rested her head back down on her arms and closed her eyes. “Yes, ma’am, I’m ready.”
Riley heard the loud crack the brush made before it even registered on her backside. She tried to remain stoic as she concentrated on her breathing and accepting the blows but Joanna was repeating the same pattern, and by the fortieth swat, Riley was wriggling to try to avoid the wicked sting of the brush. Joanna gave her a little break by changing it up to the fullest part of Riley’s bottom, where she brought down the hairbrush hard and slow to alternating cheeks. It felt like an eternity to her, as Joanna continued to connect with the hairbrush, all over her blazing bottom. The seven fifty-three that appeared on the clock supplied no comfort and Riley had completely lost track of any pattern, as she began to whimper every time the hard wood connected.
“Let it go, Riley, It’s nearly over,” Joanna reassured Riley, as the tears began to flow freely into the comforter, more from relief of the impending clean slate than the pain of the spanking. “Twenty more, and I want you to count them for me, okay?”
“Okay,” Riley gasped, trying to focus on anything but the wicked sting in her behind.
Riley began to count out loud, as the first four landed on the same place but after the fifth and six one connected, seven was in a pained cry. Riley wasn’t even sure she counted the next four, before Joanna paused and rubbed the blazing cheek she had just tenderized.
“Good girl, ten more and it’s over, Riley.”
Riley took a deep breath and began to exhale but the first swat landed, jerking an eleven out of her mouth. She shut her eyes tightly, determined to count off the last nine, which started as pained audible shrieks. When the number twenty came out of her mouth, one last tired glance at the clock revealed seven fifty-eight, and Riley’s body flopped back down on the comforter.
Joanna tossed the brush aside and began to rub Riley’s bottom. “Good girl, I’m proud of you, Riley, and you have a clean slate,” Joanna praised, consoling her sobbing girlfriend.
Riley began to relax and relished the tender caresses Joanna was giving her. “Jo, this is behind us, right? I want to move forward, I will do better, I promise.”
“Yes, honey, I know you will and like I said you have a clean slate. Come, let me hold you,” Joanna said, easing Riley off of her lap and pulling her into her arms where she snuggled into Joanna’s chest.
“How you feeling, honey?”
“Relieved,” Riley sniffed, absently giving her bottom a little rub.
“Well, Riley, if you can behave for a week, maybe I can show you what a good girl spanking looks like next Saturday. Don’t get me wrong, you’re still going to get a little reminder, but nothing says we can’t have a little fun too, if you’re good.”
“Then why would we wait until next Saturday, Ms. Armstrong?” Riley asked with a little grin, looking into her girlfriend’s green eyes.
“Because, my feisty little one, I’m not sure your butt could take any more right now.”
“Who said anything about my butt!”
* * *
“Jo, I’m going to take my bike, the Canal Street train doesn’t really put me near the detention facility, is that okay?”
“Of course, hon, if you can sit down all that way, knock yourself out, it’s been well over a month.”
“Funny! But kind of déjà vu, isn’t it, like the last time I was going to traffic school, only this time my sentence is helping out Alex with her inmate’s sentences!”
“Yes, it is, and you behave for Alex and do what she tells you, give her my regards, will you?”
“Yes, of course on both, I won’t actually be doing anything other than putting the presentation together today. Alex has a bunch of stuff she wants me to incorporate into the presentation and I have some ideas, so I think I can come up with something decent. I’m actually excited about this, even though it’s going to take up most of my Saturdays for the next six weeks.”
“I know, I’m proud of you, Riley, now we can finally move on and you’ll be helping Alex out at the same time. Drive carefully, please, and send me a quick text to let me know you got there, okay?”
“Sure,” Riley replied, grabbing her helmet and keys and giving Joanna a kiss goodbye.
Riley smiled, even with her stinging behind, as she got on her beloved motorcycle for the first time in over a month. She buckled her helmet and kicked up the stand before starting it up and cruising easily out of the parking garage. It had been too long; the stop and go Manhattan traffic didn’t really allow for her to open it up fully, but it still felt good to be back on the bike. After a short twenty-minute ride, Riley was at the stark gray buildings that were Manhattan’s Detention Complex. She gave her name to the guard and was
permitted access into the underground parking area. Riley made her way up to the main lobby and checked in at the front desk.
“Detective Denton is on her way down. I’ll need a picture for your visitor’s badge. Denton said you’re going to be here for six weeks, is that correct?” the guard behind the counter asked her.
“Yes, every Saturday,” Riley replied, filling out the clearance form.
“Hey, Riley,” Alex greeted her with a hug.
“Alex, how are you doing?”
“Well, going to be pulling my hair out for a while, I’m sure, but we’ll make the best of it, right?”
“Yep, and I have some ideas for your project.”
“Excellent, I’ll lead the way,” Alex replied, signing the authorization for Riley’s badge.
“You doing okay, Riley?” Alex asked, as they made their way through the detention building to a small administrative area.
“I could ask you the same thing?”
“I’m okay. I’ll be back to the swing of things in no time. Not really happy about the light duty but I think with your help, we may be able to make a difference here. But you didn’t answer my question, are you okay? Joanna must have been none too pleased, I’m assuming?”
“Yeah, and I paid for it, trust me!” Riley said, rubbing her bottom.
“Well, I can’t say you didn’t deserve that, but we got that prick off the streets,” Alex said, high-fiving Riley. “Here we are, not much I’m afraid,” Alex said, pointing to a small cubicle. “This is everything I could find on the demographics, trends of repeat offenders and ages. There are a few surveys and such, not sure what else you can use to convince these women this isn’t the life path for them. That’s the idea anyway.”
“Can I talk to some of the inmates who are awaiting trial? I think it might be good to get a firsthand point of view on some of their situations. I’m sure there are some similarities we could zero in on?”
“I don’t see why not, you pretty much have free rein with your employee badge and Zach, the officer at the front, can help you out. I’ll leave you to it; shoot me a text if you need anything. You have a couple of Saturdays before we need to give the first presentation. After that we’ll cycle the new women through the class every week.”
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