“Let’s try this way,” Marla said, “we probably just walked the wrong way because all these trees look the same.”Emma felt uneasy. She knew Skylar would be worried if she woke up and they were gone. Why didn’t I leave a note, she thought. Marla chewed her lip. The forest was confusing their sense of direction. She suddenly thought she could climb one of the trees which might give her a vantage view point, even if she only got up to the lower branches. With Emma’s help she managed to get up into one of the more sturdy trees and after a few branches up she peered through the spaces in the trees and saw the top of one of the cabins. She shouted to Emma with relief and jumped back down. They started to hurry, aware that two hours had passed. As they reached the tree clearing they could see the cabins far in the distance. They hurried on. Neither of them had realised just how far they had walked. Marla looked at Emma who was biting her lip. “Emma, are you okay?” she asked.” I just hope that Skylar and Claire are still asleep. Skylar hates it if I go off alone or don’t leave a note since that woman got lost.”
“I’m sure they’ll still be asleep,” said Marla. “Anyway we just went for a walk.”Emma did not reply. Marla did not know yet just how strict both Skylar and Claire could be. They slowed their pace and tried to get back to their original talk but it felt stilted. Suddenly they heard a shout as they approached the cabin area and saw two figures hurrying towards them. Skylar and Claire managed to look both very worried and very unimpressed at the same time. “Where were you, are you okay?” Skylar demanded as soon as they were near enough to talk without shouting. “We were worried,” Claire said.” You did not leave a note and its 10.30 a.m.”
“We just went for a walk babe,” Emma said. “A walk? A walk alone? No note telling us what you were doing or where you were going?” Skylar said incredulously. “It was just a walk, Skylar,” Marla said.
“We woke at 8.30 a.m. and could not find either of you,” said Claire sharply. “You have been gone over two hours and left no note. Why are you all scratched?” she suddenly noticed Marla’s arms and legs. “We…I…climbed a tree. We got a bit lost,” Marla stammered.
“Lost! You walked so far that you got lost?!” Skylar exploded. She drew a deep breath in. “Comeback to the cabin at once.” The four of them walked silently back to the cabin. Skylar strode ahead as if she knew they would not dare disobey her. Once they got inside Skylar turned to look at Emma. “Did my talk yesterday about not going off alone mean nothing? You could have got injured or hurt babe.”
“Darling, it did! I’m sorry we had you so worried. I was just relaxing...”
“You will be relaxing over my knee this holiday if this is how you are going to be,” Skylar said, worry making her voice sharp. “Skylar, there is no need to…” Emma did not get to finish her protest as Skylar grabbed Emma’s arm, undoing her belt that threaded through the top of her jeans with one hand, pulling it out and spinning her around, landed several crisp slaps with the belt on her bottom. “I was so worried! Don’t you ever do that again. You did not even take your phone!”
“Ow,ow!” Emma shrieked instinctively trying to cover her bottom with her hand. Skylar must have been really worried and angry to use her belt she realised. She felt embarrassment flood her as she knew Marla was watching, yet she also understood her wife’s concern for her. Marla stood still her mouth dropping open. Skylar spanked her wife? The same wife that spanked her just two weeks ago! With a belt!
Unconsciously her own hand covered her bottom. Claire looked at her. Marla swallowed. “Sorry, sorry” she said quickly “We were not thinking.” Skylar was now holding Emma tenderly who lent into her embrace, sniffling slightly. She nodded slightly to Claire who advanced on Marla. Grabbing Marla’s arm she landed several hard slaps to her cotton shorts covered bottom. Marla gasped more outraged than hurt and shrieked “How dare you?! How dare you spank me, I don’t even stay with you. I…”
“Enough Marla,” Skylar spoke sharply. “Claire is our friend and is responsible for our safety on this holiday.” Claire firmly and easily landed another several spanks on Marla’s uncovered back thighs. This time Marla squealed out in pain. That firm hand on her bare flesh really stung. Turning Marla sharply back to face her, Claire held her top arms and said firmly, “If you disobey me or Skylar again on this trip you will face the consequences,” Marla swallowed and looked down. “Look at me Marla,” she said in a stern tone. Marla felt a strange, not unpleasant tingle in her tummy as well as excitement and embarrassment. This felt different from being discipline by Skylar or Emma. She felt heat coming from her body and small little jolts where Claire’s strong hands held her arms. She looked up and then away as she met Claire’s clear green eyes looking at her intensely. “Do you understand me Marla?” Claire said. “Yes, yes, I understand,” she replied. Gosh, she wanted to stare into those eyes again. She wanted to be held, she wanted…she did not know what she wanted. Claire released her arms. “Good girl,” she softly, “I don’t want to have to tell you again.” Marla stepped back. She nodded and said “I’m to get cleaned up.” She fled the lounge and went into her bedroom, closing the door and sitting on the bed. What’s happening to me? She should be angry and outraged with Claire. Skylar or Emma had a right to discipline her. But she could not get the image of Claire’s green eyes boring into her, out of her mind. She wanted to drown in them as equally as she wanted to escape her firm spanking hand. What was going on? She knew only one thing for sure. This holiday was going to be different.
Downstairs Claire was sitting in a deck chair on the porch, arms linked behind her head. She had thought Marla was pretty and sexy. But she was unprepared for the jolt of desire that passed through her when she took her arms. Looking down into those grey eyes that flashed blue she had felt part of her melt. She wanted to protect her, kiss her and spank her at the same time. It was a long time since she had felt that about any woman. This holiday was going to be different for sure.
The End (For Now)
Managing Marla: Needing her Guidance
By
Leandra Summers
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
Marla stretched luxuriously. Her bed felt snugly warm and she huddled down into the cream and pink, rose sprigged cotton duvet. “Marla,” a cheerful voice called out. “Time to get up. Your exam starts in two hours.”
“Ug,” she groaned, rolling over and pulling the duvet even more tightly around her. The bedroom door opened and the annoyingly cheerful voice came closer. “Marla,” it said with a slight warning tone now added. “Coming, coming,” she muttered sleepily. “If you miss that exam I think not only Claire but all three of us will be on your case,” the voice said. At that Marla sat up and tried to smile. She did not need to start this day with any type of paddled bottom. She needed to be able to sit comfortably. Her shoulder length brown hair, that normally framed her face, stood out at all angles. “No need to drag Claire into this,” she said. “I’ll be down shortly.” Emma laughed and withdrew from the bedroom. Marla looked so cute when she had just woken up. She could understand why Claire found her so appealing.
Emma continued back downstairs. She felt tired herself and wished she was lying snuggled up in bed. However she had a full practice waiting for her in just half an hour. Walking into the kitchen she bumped into her wife. “Morning babe,” Skylar said, kissing her. “You were tossing and turning quite a bit last night. You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine honey,’ Emma said kissing her back. She forced a smile. She did not want to alarm Skylar but she did feel tired out. Her physiotherapy from home practice had really taken off and she was, if she admitted it, overloaded. The end to her working day seemed to be getting later and later.
“You seem to be working a lot longer babe,” Skylar said casually. “You know I’m really proud of you darling. B
ut if it gets too much we are going to have to sit down and think about some alternatives.”
“There’s no need to over react,” Emma snapped. “I’m coping really well and Neil is a great help.” she finished in a calmer tone noticing how Skylar’s gaze had narrowed. Skylar put her coffee cup down and came over and kissed her. “Okay sweetheart. We’ll see how it goes. I’m proud of you but it is not worth your health or constant tension at home if it becomes too much. I’m off to work. I’ll see you this evening.” She picked up her briefcase and walked out, looking smart and fit in her fire department uniform. Emma sat at the table and put her head in her hands. She felt bad, snapping at Skylar like that. She genuinely loved her work and all the clients. Working from home had allowed her to develop a more effective professional client/practitioner relationship and she genuinely cared about each one of her clients and their progress. She drained a cup of luke warm coffee and walked out to her physiotherapy offices at the back of the house.
Upstairs Marla still lay in bed. The mention of Claire had her blushing and wondering what was happening between them. The rest of their week long holiday in the lakes had continued without any further mishap after her and Emma’s unsupervised walk and getting a bit lost. She had continued to feel an attraction to Claire and had blushed furiously when Claire had suggested that they go for an evening walk together. It was one of those nights where the air was clear and still, the moon was high and surrounded by millions of twinkling, bright stars. They had sat by the edge of lake and watched the moon and star light reflected on the calm, dark water. When Claire had leaned in to kiss her, Marla had willingly leant back into her embrace. She felt tingly all over just thinking about that kiss and remembered how she had felt that she would melt when those warm, supple, firm lips touched hers. Her body had felt on fire, her breasts had swollen and ached with need. Claire had pulled back and smiled tenderly at her. “Enough for now, little one,” she had said softly. Marla wondered why she had stopped. Was it because she was not yet over her partner who she had left two years ago or was she worried because Marla was from another country? Marla knew her reissued passport was ready to be returned to her by the end of the month. The social tourist services department had placed her with wives Skylar and Emma until all her documentation could be sorted out. It had been harrowing having her passport and cash stolen, even though it had been of her own making. She realised she had lost her heart to this city and country she was in and did not want to go back home. It seemed empty back there; no relatives and no job. Her old home seemed to lack the vibrancy and clearness of where she was now. She also felt very close to and secure with Skylar and Emma, even though their rules were quite strict. However it was those exact rules that had helped her get her life back on track. She thought back to Claire. For the rest of the holiday she and Claire had occasionally held hands and Claire teased her a lot. She was as stern as Skylar was and Marla was careful to follow Claire and Skylar’s rules for the rest of the week. She certainly did not want to be on the receiving end of either of their discipline lessons again. Since coming home one month ago Claire had taken her out quite a few times. Marla felt very attracted to her and that she was falling for her. Part of her found Claire’s natural dominance exciting and reassuring as she felt secure and cared for when she was with her. The other part of her felt annoyed and irritated. Either way, she thought, she felt she could not resist Claire with her long, dark auburn hair, her strong, firm body and her green eyes that seemed to see into her soul.
She shook her head and leapt out the bed. She must not be late for her exam. Neither Skylar nor Emma would be pleased. In fact she herself would feel disappointed if she missed it. Marla felt a lightness of heart. It felt so good to care again: about herself and life and other people. She dressed in one of her floral skirts and a silk cream blouse. After a hurriedly washed down breakfast of coffee, now very luke warm, and a bowl of cut fruit left by Emma in the fridge, she hurried out the door to her exam.
Chapter 2
Skylar sat at her desk. It was positioned so that she could look out over her team’s department area. From here she could see what was going on and always be available. She thought about Emma as she settled herself for the day’s work ahead. Her wife was looking too tired lately. She also was getting quite grumpy. Skylar had noted that Emma’s practice day was gradually extending. Last night she had only closed at 7 p.m. She decided to see if Emma could work out a better schedule and if there was no change she would intervene over the weekend and make some suggestions for a change. Emma was not going to be allowed to risk her mental and physical health, no matter how successful her practice was. She decided to give Claire a ring to chat about it. In addition to being their best friend, Claire was a successful physiotherapist who shared a practice with an orthopaedic surgeon near one of the local hospitals and she might have some helpful advice. Skylar was also pleased about Claire’s interest in Marla. It was about time she got back into the dating scene. She called Claire and they agreed that Claire would come over on the weekend. Before ending the call Claire casually asked how Marla was. Skylar grinned to herself and said that the brat was fine and was writing an exam today. Claire laughed and reminded Skylar that she knew about it as she had told Marla on their last night out she expected to put her mind to it and end up passing. Hanging up, Skylar got back to work.
She arrived at home 6 p.m. feeling pleasantly worked out. They had had one call out for a small fire at a local business and it went well. After work she had stopped at the gym. Walking into the house she was struck by how quiet and dark it was. “Babe,” she called out. “Emma? Marla?” Walking into the kitchen she peered through toward Emma’s practice rooms. The lights were on and she could see Neil the physiotherapy assistant working with a client near the therapy pool. This talk cannot come too soon, she thought. Neil’s posture looked tired. He was the only assistant Emma had.
Washing her hands she decided to start dinner. Emma normally cooked dinner as she usually finished work earlier. She made a mild chicken curry and salad and leaving the curry to simmer on the stove she went up to change. At 7.30 p.m. she heard the back door open and Emma came into the kitchen. “Oh, you’ve cooked dinner. Thanks babe,” she said going over to kiss Skylar who was busy cutting up a crusty baguette loaf of bread to go with dinner. “I don’t mind doing it when you busy or need a break, sweetheart,” Skylar replied returning her kiss. “We are however, going to have a chat about the hours you are working and making Neil work as well.” she added. “No need to chat about anything,” Emma said her voice laced with irritation. “I have everything under control. Don’t treat me like a child.” She felt a bit tearful as she said this. I must hold myself together , she thought, Skylar will think I cannot manage my own practice. “Where’s Marla?” she asked, changing the subject abruptly. Skylar raised an eyebrow but responded evenly, “She’s not home yet. Has she texted you at all as I have no text from her? I have not tried to call her in case she had contacted you.” Emma took out her phone. “No, nothing,” she answered. “I hope she’s okay. She was doing her exam today.” Skylar frowned slightly. Seems like I’ll be dealing with two issues tonight, she thought. She dialled Marla’s mobile phone. It rang a long time, before a very giggly voice answered. “Hullo…”
“Marla, is that you?’ Skylar asked. “Yes” the slightly slurry, happy voice came again. “Where are you? Do you know what time it is Marla? Emma and I are worried about you. Did you finish your exam?” Skylar asked. “Yes, yes Ma’am,” Marla’s giggly voice replied. “It went so well, I…we… decided to celebrate...I…” The phone went silent with muffled sounds in the background. “Hullo, hullo, Marla,” Skylar called out. “Hullo, this is Natalie, a friend of Marla. We were writing the same exam. Marla’s a bit…, just a little bit tipsy. I am bringing her home in a taxi.” a new voice said. “Thank you Natalie, but I think we should fetch her,” Skylar said. “No problem,” Natalie said breezily, “I’ll have her home soon.” The call ended abruptly
and Skylar was left staring at the phone. She turned to tell Emma what was going on and saw her wife lying with her head on the wooden kitchen table, sound asleep. This was going to be along evening, Skylar sighed. She dialled Claire’s number and explaining the situation asked if she could come over. Claire immediately agreed when she heard about Marla and said she’d be there within fifteen minutes. Skylar placed the phone down and gently shook her wife awake. “Come on honey,” she said. “Let’s get you upstairs, washed and into your pyjamas. I’ll bring you supper in bed. Tomorrow we are going to have a long talk.” Emma groaned slightly and shook her head to try and wake up. “I can bath and feed myself Skylar.” she said tossing her head slightly. She yelped as she passed Skylar and a stinging swat landed on her bottom. Skylar took her arm gently and said firmly, “I will help you upstairs honey and tomorrow we will talk. If we need to ‘talk’ tonight that can be arranged.” Emma felt slightly ashamed. She was tired and she felt overloaded but that did not mean she should take her temper out on her wife. They walked upstairs and Skylar ran her a bath. She sank into the warm water and almost fell asleep. Looking at her Skylar felt equal measures of tenderness and concern. This is it, she thought, Emma has to make some changes soon. She helped Emma from the bath and whilst Emma changed into her pyjamas she went down to fetch her some dinner.
Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs she heard a car draw up. There was a lot of giggling and whispering going on once the car doors had opened. Opening the front door she saw a pretty, blonde haired woman helping Marla to walk up the stairs. Marla was walking well, but was definitely a bit tipsy. As she went down to help her, Claire’s SUV drew up. Marla turned to see who it was. “Oh shit!” she exclaimed, “Bye Natalie, thanks for the celebrating,” she said hastily to her friend and started up the stairs. “Wait one minute Marla,” Skylar said, grabbing her arm and holding her fast. “Natalie, thank you for bringing her home. Are you okay to get home yourself with the taxi you came in?” Natalie seemed quite sober, if a bit giggly. “Yes, yes, thank you,” she said. She disappeared back into the taxi and it took off. Claire strode up to the door where Marla was trying to disengage herself from Skylar’s grip. “Go inside and wait in the lounge Marla,” Skylar demanded. Marla suddenly did not feel as tipsy or happy as she heard Skylar’s serious voice and looked into Claire’s stern green eyes that were boring into her. “Go and wait in the lounge,” she repeated. Marla opened her mouth, closed it and walked off to the lounge. Skylar and Claire walked into the kitchen. Skylar explained the latest development. “You go and see to your wife, Skylar. Take her up her dinner. I will deal with Marla.” Claire said. “Thanks Claire,” Skylar smiled. She got a tray of dinner ready whilst Claire strode off to the lounge.
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