Chapter 2
“I wonder why Marla is so late. Her shift at the museum is normally finished by now,” Skylar said. “It is odd,” Emma replied, “she was lucky to get that part time post at the art museum. The department was good to arrange it for her. Perhaps she had to do some overtime, though she would have normally told us.” They started to eat supper but felt uneasy. They had grown very fond of Marla and were worried about her. Skylar’s phone rang. “Sorry,” came Marla’s voice. She seemed slightly breathless and bit too cheerful in the kind of way people sound when they are trying not to sound upset. “What’s happened Marla? Are you okay? We were getting worried,” Skylar said. “Yes, yes I’m fine .I’ll be home shortly.”
“Honey is something wrong?”
“No, no. Just going to catch the bus.”
“The bus! But you took Emma’s car this morning.”
“I know, I, I…well… there’s been a slight accident.”
“Accident, honey where are? Are you okay? We’re coming.”
Emma stood up and ran to grab Skylar’s car keys. “No, no, no need to come,” Marla hastened to reassure them.
“Marla, tell us where u are right now,” Skylar ordered.
“Um…at-at the police station. Just finishing up some paperwork,” Marla admitted. “Police station?! Is that the one near the art Museum? ” Skylar demanded. “Yes.” Marla replied.
“Okay. Stay there, do not go anywhere,” Skylar ordered again. Dammit, Marla thought , I do not need this right now . When Skylar clicked off the call, she turned to smile pleadingly at the sergeant on duty and asked if she could sign the document admitting she had bumped into the car in front of her and would take responsibility for paying any damages. He said that would be the best course of action as the damage was minor and no one was injured. In a painstakingly slow manner he started entering information into the computer system. Hurry, hurry, please, Marla thought. She signed the document and gave her address details and temporary number as given by the social tourist services department. Just as she turned to go, Skylar and Emma came hurrying though the door, their face etched with concern. “Marla,” Emma exclaimed “Are you okay?” She hugged Marla and looked her over as if searching for any signs of injury. “Yes, yes, fine. No need to fuss,” Marla snapped. “Marla,” Skylar’s voice cracked out. “Sorry, sorry Emma. I, um, I…just want to go home.”
“We will honey, but first... what happened,” Emma asked. “Nothing...nothing, just a minor bump to the car. I’m sorry. I’ll pay for the damage Emma,” Marla said trying to walk to the exit door. “Nothing, nothing?” an outraged voice said. “You call bumping into my new car nothing?” They turned to see an irate elderly man coming out of the sergeant’s office. Darn it, Mara thought. “I said sorry,” she said defensively. “It was an accident.” Cool it Marla, she told herself, that’s probably not the best tone of voice to use. You were at fault, just admit it.
“Sir,” Skylar said politely, “Obviously we will pay for any damage if it was Marla’s fault.”
“If, if?” the old man said indignantly “Of course it was her fault. Anyone who texts whilst driving should be banned from driving permanently!” Shit, Marla said to herself.“I was not...” she began.“Texting!” two voices exclaimed simultaneously. Emma and Skylar stared at her as if they could not believe what they had just heard. “Marla, is this true? Were you texting whilst driving?”
“Yes, she was,” the old man spoke again before Marla could reply. “I saw her in my rear view mirror. Head down, tapping away on that phone. Texting is not allowed, phones are not allowed in cars,” he added. Looking like he was going to begin a long tirade, Skylar stepped forward. “Sir, I’m so sorry,” she said. “You are right and if Marla was texting we will of course be making compensation to you. Marla,” she said turning to her, “is this true? Were you texting whilst driving?” Marla turned bright red, she felt on the spot and like she was being treated like a teenager. She hesitated . I suppose texting whilst driving was a stupid thing to do, her conscience popped up with . The officer said helpfully “We can check her phone records if you like,” Marla glared at him. Skylar held out her hand. “Give me your phone Marla.” Marla stared at her, hesitated again and then said, “It was just a short text. I was replying to Anna who had asked me out. I am not going to be made to feel...” She did not finish as Skylar grabbed her upper arm and said “Right. We will deal with this at home. Sir, I am sorry. Do you have the necessary contact details and documentation?” When he replied affirmatively, Skylar checked with the sergeant behind the desk if Marla had completed all the needed paperwork. She turned, still holding Marla by the upper arm and marched her toward the exit door. Emma walked next to them, disappointment radiating from her. Marla felt embarrassed and ashamed. She also felt quite irritated. Anyone could bump into another car, she thought. True, but you only did because you were texting, her smug inner voice told her. She got into Skylar’s car in silence. Skylar started the car and they drove toward home. “I’m sorry,” Marla tried, feeling the weight of guilt sitting on her. “We’ll discuss it at home Marla,” Skylar said briefly. Marla slumped back against the seat. Resentment filled her. It was just a text. She knew it was wrong, but for goodness sake, she was an adult woman and did not need to be told she was in the wrong. She shifted uneasily in the back seat. She had been settling down well in the past two weeks after her first few run ins with Emma and Skylar’s rules. The boundaries they had given her had helped her come out of her slump and start to see her life and possibilities more positively. She had reported to the social tourist services department weekly without missing even one appointment and had also found a part time job arranged by them atone the local art museums. She was managing to stay within the rules set for her. Her drinking until she passed out was no longer something she thought of or wanted and she felt cared for and secure. The pain in her heart that had plagued her for over a year was easing. And now she had done this … She sighed uneasily. Her bottom tingled a bit. Please goodness, no discipline, she thought. The rules leaflet placed in her room came back to her mind. She thought about Emma loaning her her car when she started working and the rules that came with it. I am not a child, she told herself trying to feel hard done by. She did feel guilty though. She should not have been texting. Okay, okay I’ll admit it and apologise. Surely that will suffice? Her heart beat faster as the house came into view. She felt a bit shaky. “Lounge please Marla,” Skylar said. She opened mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Marla walked into the lounge. Emma and Skylar spoke briefly before they followed her. “We need to be quite firm with her.” Skylar said to Emma. “She is testing the rules and we need to help her understand that no matter what she does we will be consistent and follow through with the consequences.” Emma nodded in agreement. They went to join Marla in the lounge “We are disappointed in you Marla. You know that when Emma loaned you her car we believed you would be responsible, but not only did you put your own life in danger but someone else’s.” Marla jumped up from where she had taken a seat. She felt unbearably guilty hearing Skylar say those words. “This is ridiculous,” she shouted. “Yes it was wrong; yes I should not have texted whilst driving. But I am an adult who can choose how to live her life, even if that means texting whilst driving. I will pay the damages.” She was conscious that she was shouting and her cheeks felt hot with frustration. Her courage suddenly left her. Her excuse was pathetic. She had endangered another human being’s life.“I am sorry. I was wrong,” she said miserably. Skylar looked at her.“Marla, what you have done is wrong as you say. Your attitude about it was even worse. This is about other people’s lives and just as importantly, your own life. It seems you need a reminder to obey the rules.” Skylar paused. “After this you will not be driving the car for a month.”
“A month, that’s crazy... fine, I’ll catch the bus,” Marla sighed dramatically. Her heart beat had settled. Catching the bus was no problem, if inconvenient. “And,” Skylar conti
nued, “you’ll also be getting a spanking to help you remember that texting whilst driving is illegal. You are fortunate that you are getting away with a formal, documented warning from the traffic police.”
“A spanking, no way!” Marla said, sitting down swiftly on the sofa seat she had just abandoned. “Yes way!” Skylar retorted. Emma, who was sitting opposite Skylar, looked at her steadily. “I suggest you take on board our discipline Marla or you might not be sitting for more than just a day if you don’t calm down.”
“Calm down! Calm down! How can I calm down when you are threatening to spank me?!” Marla shouted. Her eyes moved to the door. Skylar stood up, grabbed her by the arm, pulled her up off the sofa and moved her firmly over to the dining room area. She pulled out a solid wooden armless dining room chair and sitting down, pulled Marla across her lap. Marla felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, even though Skylar had not been rough with her and the familiar tingly feeling she had felt two weeks ago entered her stomach. Her head had hung down, her one arm clutching Skylar’s lower leg for support and her other arm tried to support her body on the floor. Skylar’s legs felt muscled and unyielding. She found her bottom upturned and her legs trapped between Skylar’s thighs. Skylar’s one arm was tightly wrapped around her lower waist and she felt a sense of unreality. That sense ended abruptly when she felt her dress lifted and a hard, firm hand descending on her buttocks. Slap…slap…slap. “Ow. Stop,” she shrieked. This hand was much harder than Emma’s two weeks ago. “You do not tell me to stop,” slap...slap...slap...came the swift retort...slap…slap…slap. Skylar bought her hand down hard, ten times on each buttock aware that she was spanking Marla much harder than she normally would have for the first time that she spanked someone. This was a serious offense and the brat really needed to learn a lesson. “Stop, stop,” the said brat shrieked and squirmed and wriggled. “Stay still,” Skylar ordered. She pulled down Marla’s panties which resulted in even louder shrieking. Marla could not believe it. She felt humiliated and embarrassed. The air cooled her bottom for a few seconds. Slap...slap…slap. The feeling was almost unbearable on her bare skin. “Stop, please stop,” she wailed. She felt tears to come to her eyes. “I will not stop until you have learnt your lesson,” came the sharp retort. Slap…slap...slap, the spanking continued and Marla felt the heat throbbing in her bottom. She tried to move, to wriggle, anything to try to ease that pain. Skylar was very strong, she felt like she was held in iron shackles. Slap…slap…slap… the spanking did not let up.“If you ever do this again, I will be taking my belt to you, do you understand me, do you?!” came the firm, unyielding voice. “Yes...no…yes…no,” Marla cried out in pain. “I mean yes, I...I’m sorry, I’m sorry Skylar, truly.” Her voice caught on a sob and tears poured down her cheeks. She felt penitent, upset and angry all at the same time. “I was wrong,” she said “I know it. I could have hurt someone else.”
“Or yourself,” Skylar said. She landed another ten hard spanks on Marla’s bottom and ten on the back of her thighs. Marla started crying in earnest. She stopped fighting and sobbed and sobbed. Skylar stopped. She let Marla lie for a bit. “I’m sorry,” Marla sobbed, “sorry.”
“I know,” Skylar said softly. She gently pulled her panties back up and helped Marla to stand up, smoothing her dress down. Marla winced as Skylar’s hand touched her bottom. Her face flamed red and she felt both sorry and ashamed. She tried to avoid Skylar’s eyes. Skylar walked her over to the sofa where Emma said gently, “Sit down.” Marla hesitated: her bottom felt on fire. “Sit down,” Emma repeated. She sat wincing and moving uncomfortably. “Do you have anything to say?” Skylar asked. Marla hung her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It was wrong; wrong and stupid, I was not thinking. I could have hurt someone or myself. Emma,” she said turning to her “I damaged your car, I sorry.”
“That’s okay Marla, but what you did is not okay. You will not be driving for the next month as Skylar said. You will catch the bus and if it happens again it will not only be Skylar taking a belt to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, sorry,” Marla muttered. She did feel bad. What she had done was stupid. Her bottom burnt and hurt and she longed to move. Her heart did feel a bit lighter though. I must make amends to the other driver she thought suddenly. Skylar held out her hand. “Your phone please.”
“My phone…why...what…?” Marla stammered. Skylar’s motionless held out hand showed no doubt she expected to be obeyed. Marla’s eyes flashed deep blue. As she hesitated, Skylar moved slightly. Marla instantly handed her phone over. “I will be keeping your phone for one week. Perhaps you will think about using it more responsibly next time,” she said. Marla wanted to protest but did not. Her bottom hurt too much and she was not sure if she would get another spanking. “Fine,” she muttered, “fine.”
“I beg your pardon?” Skylar said one eyebrow arched. “That’s fine,” she said more politely. “I’m off to bed. I am sorry,” she said finally looking them both in the eyes. It surprised her to see them both looking at her with concern and no anger or dislike. “Marla, Marla,” Skylar said, “you still have not realised how much we care for you have you?”
“No, no, I had not realised,” Marla replied. She felt touched and also tingly inside. Emma hugged her and Marla hugged her back. She felt lighter inside and not so guilty. Marla wondered why she felt this way. She almost felt cleansed— almost! “Go up to bed honey, we’ll talk further in the morning,” Emma said.
Skylar and Emma looked at each other. “Do you think we got through to her,” Emma asked. “Yes darling, we did. Let’s talk about it later. I’ve not seen you much today.” Emma leaned her head against her. “We had a call earlier,” she said, “on the answering machine, from social tourist services. They were asking if they could place another person with us. A short stay this time; maybe a week? What do you think?”
“What do I think? I think we should discuss it tomorrow,” Skylar said leaning her head down toward her wife. Her lips touched Emma’s gently and she kissed her. Emma relaxed into her. Skylar moved lower nibbling her neck. “Babe, do you think we should…ow...”Emma broke off as Skylar nipped her neck. “Later, darling, we’ll discuss it later,” Skylar murmured. She moved back up to her lips, her hands wondering over Emma’s hips. Emma moaned softly and responded to her wife’s kiss, easing herself back along the sofa. She felt Skylar’s weight above her, her breath warm and tantalising against her lips. Her nipples sprang to life, feeling the heat of Skylar’s breasts lightly grazing her chest as she lowered herself. Skylar fit her leg neatly between Emma’s legs and they both gasped as their mons touched. Emma moaned and pushed her pelvis up, her legs opening, and thrust her hips upward wanting closer contact. Skylar responded by pushing her hips down and using one hand to open her wife’s shirt buttons. She roughly pulled her bra down so that her breast thrust up, nipples erect. Lowering her head she captured one nipple and suckled it. Emma cried out, lifting her chest, one hand grabbing the back of Skylar’s head and encouraging her to take more, more into her mouth. Skylar’s tongue circled one rosy nipple, then the other. The bra, trapped underneath her creamy mounds, pushed her breasts up and they felt so ready to taken. Skylar suckled each breast, licking and nibbling until Emma felt she could not bear it anymore. Impatiently she pulled Skylar’s t-shirt off over her head: as usual when home she was braless and as her smaller, firm breasts touched Emma’s larger, rounded thrust out ones Skylar cried out. Their hips ground together faster and faster. “Wait, I want to remove your trousers.”
“Forget them,” Emma said. Skylar’s hand found its way under her trousers, past her panties saturated with desire and pushed up inside her. Emma came almost immediately. Above her she felt Skylar’s hips thrusting as she came. Gasping, they lay together. “Babe, that was so fast,” Emma said laughing. “Never mind,” Skylar reassured her, “We have the whole night ahead of us.”
Chapter 3
The next day saw a slightly subdued Marla come down for breakfast.
Skylar was in good spirits as she had received a call from the Department Head giving the all clear for her team to come back to work. “You are such a workaholic,” Emma teased her, “most people would love a few days off work.” Skylar grinned back at her, cupping Emma’s bottom slightly as she passed her to sit down. Marla smiled despite wincing as her own tender buttocks touched the chair seat. Emma and Skylar were so good together. “So Marla,” Emma said “are you going to be okay catching the bus in to work?”
“Yes,” Marla said, “the stop is nearby. I am sorry you know, Emma.”
“We know,” Emma said “Let’s go forward from here. We have decided we’ll give you your phone back Marla, as it will not be safe for you to be unable to contact us for help if you need it.”
“Thanks,” Marla smiled. She had been certain she would not see her phone for the week. “I’ll be sticking to the schedule we agreed two weeks ago Emma,” she said. “I need to get on studying to catch up. I have two exams coming up.”
“Good girl,” Skylar nodded approvingly. She was not altogether pleased about Marla having her phone back, but she did agree with Emma about how Marla would need it for safety issues.
“I was thinking,” she added, “we have a week’s summer holiday coming up shortly. Should we go to the Lakes area? It will give you a chance to see a bit more of our beautiful countryside Marla. Could you get time off your part time work?”
“I don’t know, but I’d love to see the Lakes area,” Marla said. She had wanted to explore a bit more and this would be a wonderful opportunity.
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