Claire watched Marla from the lounge door. Marla was not sitting down, but slowly pacing around the nest of rose wood coffee tables. She turned indignantly to say something. The words froze on her lips when she saw Claire standing there. “Where’s Skylar?” she asked her voice sounding slightly shaky. She found it difficult to breathe staring at Claire’s green eyes. Her lips were so full and sensuous she wanted to throw herself at them. Steady on, steady on, she thought, get a grip Marla. You’ve just shared a few kisses and dates . Claire advanced into the room. Without speaking she pulled Marla onto the sofa next to her. “Marla,” she said looking directly at her with an unwavering gaze. “Where have you been? Have you been drinking?”
“I …well, not drinking as such…” Marla tried to explain. Gosh she was so gorgeous: those green eyes had yellow flecks in them… “ We just went to celebrate after the exam.”
“And what time did the exam finish?” Claire persisted. “Um…about 3 p.m.” Marla said. “So...plenty of time for you to let Skylar and Emma you were going to be home late?” Claire said in a maddeningly even tone. “Well…well...I am an adult who just happened to finish an exam. I think that deserves a bit of a celebration without having to explain myself to everyone,” she replied in an annoyed voice. “Really?” Claire said. “How much did you drink at this celebration and who were you with?” Marla coloured a bit. She felt a bit guilty even though, she thought, she had nothing to feel guilty about. “Natalie,” she said. “She is taking the same Master’s degree, I am. She’s just a friend,” she hastened to say. “I’m glad to hear that,” Claire said, “else you would be getting a spanking not just for coming in late a bit tipsy and worrying everyone, but for carrying on with someone else whilst you are going out with me.” Marla’s heart jumped, “Spanking… spanking…going out with you,” she stammered. “Yes,” Claire said her eyebrows arched, “or do you not call dating someone going out with them?” Marla’s heart hammered faster now as she looked into those green pools. “Yes! Yes, I do, I was not sure...sure...but I…I mean...yes, yes, we are going out. Natalie’s just a friend...I don’t want you to get the wrong impression Claire,” she finished up her stammering. “Good,” Claire said. “Now let’s deal with your lateness and not informing anyone.”
“I only had three beers,” Marla said suddenly, as if worried that Claire would think she was a total alcoholic. Claire smiled, “Honey, I can see that you are not drunk. A bit tipsy, yes; and I’m glad your friend brought you home safely. You caused stress for Skylar though by not saying you’d be late and she is very worried about Emma right now. I also don’t want you getting out of hand. It seems to me you need a bit of discipline.”
Marla jumped up, knocking her knee on one of the small rose wood coffee tables. “Shit! Ooh-sorry, but that hurt.” she exclaimed. She had planned to jump up, stride confidently from the room and tell Claire she was not the boss of her. Her bottom was already tingling. She could not forget the strength and sting of Claire’s hand back at the cabin on holiday. “Sit down Marla,” Claire ordered. Marla hesitated. She felt bad about worrying Skylar but she also felt she was entitled to come in late. Perhaps you should have texted then to say that you were going out and would be late home, her irritatingly, saintly inner voice popped up with. Ignoring her inner voice, she half shouted, “No, no... I am not going to...”The breath was swished out of her as Claire grabbed her wrist and pulled her down over her lap. She pulled up her skirt and not even warming up, pulled Marla’s silk panties down. Her ankles were trapped by them and she shrieked out.
“I am disciplining you for going out and not informing Skylar or Emma you’d be late and worrying them,” Claire said in a calm, firm voice over the shrieks. Marla felt embarrassed as she lay with her bottom in the air and her head down, yet she was also highly conscious of Claire’s firm thighs under her hips and the scent of her perfume. She felt Claire’s hand rest on her bottom and she longed for that hand to caress her. She wriggled a bit experimentally. The hand disappeared and suddenly came down with a whoosh of air. It connected with the back of her thighs right where her thighs met her bottom and Marla shrieked again. She forgot about the caressing. …Spank, spank, spank…, the hand came down ten times. Marla cried out though she tried to bite her lip. “Ow, ow, stop it Claire. How dare you?” she gasped. “I dare, because I care about you Marla. I dare because Skylar and Emma are my friends and I won’t have you worrying them. I dare because”... spank, spank, spank…“this is something you seem to need to keep you from trouble.” The hand continued spanking over the back of her thighs. Marla felt tears roll out of her eyes. She never knew how painful that area was to be spanked. “You have no right…what…you care for me..?” The words suddenly pierced her conscious mind. “Yes you silly goose. I care for you. Marla…I love you.” Claire said. She spanked each buttock soundly and Marla did not know if the breath was knocked from her due to the pain or the incredible words Claire had just said. I love you…She loves me… Her mind could not keep up. She tried to lie still and sobbed out, “Claire, I’m sorry, sorry. Please stop.” Claire stopped. Her hand lay still over Marla’s buttocks, a heat came from it. She moved her hand tenderly over her bottom. Marla gasped, she felt sore, but that firm hand was now so sensual, so tender. The hand moved a bit lower and Marla gasped again. The hand was removed and Marla felt oddly bereft. Her panties were pulled up and she found herself sitting on Claire’s knee. She felt very shy and blushed. “Talk to me babe. What’s going in that head of yours?” Claire said. Her eyes met Marla’s grey/blue ones that flickered with emotions. The blue eyes dropped. Claire put her hand under Marla’s chin. “Babe...” Marla tried to hold her composure. She felt two very conflicting emotions; totally over whelmed by Claire’s admission and slightly annoyed by the spanking. She also felt aroused. She shifted on Claire’s lap. “Did you...did you.... say… you loved me?” she immediately lowered her head again. Claire laughed and kissed the top of Marla’s head. “I did.” she said. “Marla, look at me,” Marla looked up again. “Do you feel the same?”
“I...I... yes, yes I do Claire. I do. I was not sure how you felt about me. I thought maybe at the lake when you pulled away you did not find me attractive.” Claire drew back in surprise. “I am very attracted to Marla. You are very sexy and sweet; a combination I find hard to resist. But Marla, when I love someone I love them and only them. I go all the way. And that includes me looking after them and keeping them secure. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Marla nodded, and then shook her. “I think, well, I’m not sure. Do you mean you like to spank your partner?” Marla asked. Now Claire laughed out aloud. “No, well that is a part of it. No, Marla, I am the top in a relationship and I expect my partner to obey me. We are equal in our relationship but I will always make sure my partner’s is safe and secure and does not harm herself in any way. I will help her to make the best of herself and of us as a couple together. Like Skylar and Emma.” Marla nodded. She knew that Skylar and Emma lived in a domestic discipline relationship. “So my babe, do you think you can live like that?” Marla leant against Claire and thought that although she had been irritated with Skylar and Emma’s rules she had done much better in her time with them and was back to caring about herself and others. She felt much happier than she had for a long time. She felt secure with Claire thinking back to the cabin and how she had made sure Marla was always safe. Am I a submissive person ? Well, maybe not totally submissive, but I do like the security of knowing there is someone keeping me on track. Besides Claire is so hot. I love her. This sudden thought surprised her. Sure she was attracted to Claire but she did not realise what it had turned into. “I can,” she said, “well I think I can. To be honest,” here she lowered her head even further.” I have felt so much happier in my life having some boundaries.”
“I know my love, I know,” Claire said. “I could see it in you the first time we met. You need someone to look after you and help and discipline you if you get a bit off track.” Marla suddenly hunched herself ev
en further down, “But…but...’’
“Yes?” Claire said amused. “Is it supposed to be…I mean…am I supposed to, well, feel a bit aroused?” Marla asked. Claire laughed. “Sometimes,” she said, “Yes with your partner sometimes. That was not what I was aiming for tonight though! Alright you, enough for one night. Let’s get you into bed. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She helped Marla to stand. Marla looked at her. She leaned her head in for a kiss and Claire kissed her back. It was long and deep and tender. She pulled back for air. “Upstairs my love,” Claire said, “into bed. I need to check on Skylar and then I’ll be back tomorrow.” Marla looked at her. “I love you Claire,” she said and ran up the stairs. This was the most amazing day ever, burning bottom aside.
Chapter 3
The next morning Emma sat up abruptly in bed. She jumped up to rush to down to make breakfast and get to work. She felt slightly disorientated. Beside her Skylar grunted and turned. “Babe, what’s wrong?” She asked sleepily. “Got to get to work, it’s already 7 a.m.” Emma said. “I overslept.” Skylar opened her eyes and peered at her. “Emma,” she said “It’s Saturday. Come here, get back into bed.”She lifted the edge of the duvet and held out an arm. Emma blinked. “Saturday! You sure?” Skylar raised herself on one elbow and looked at her wife. “Yes, babe, it’s Saturday. Come here.” Emma slid back reluctantly into bed. “Emma, we will be having a chat with Claire today. This cannot go on. You are exhausted and it’s taking its toll on you and our household,” Skylar continued firmly. “Now go back to sleep for a while.” Emma lay quietly, spooning into Skylar. Claire was coming to chat . She felt a sense of relief. Claire would have some guidance for her. She was way in over her head with her practice. Skylar felt her body relax and smiled tenderly. She wound her arm around Emma’s waist and pulled her in a bit closer. Her bare thighs felt soft against her own. Wanting Emma to sleep some more she did not let her hands wonder over those bare silky thighs. She thought about Claire coming to help her last night. When Claire had come upstairs to check on Emma, who had already fallen asleep, she had seemed relaxed and happy. Skylar asked what had happened with Marla and Claire gave her a brief rundown of the discipline she had meted out. Skylar had looked at her and asked “You seem a bit too happy. Is there anything you need to tell me?” Claire had grinned back and told her that she had told Marla that she loved her and the chat that had followed. Skylar was pleased. Claire deserved a loving partner in her life. Although Marla would need disciplining quite often, she knew Claire was well up to that. She wondered about what would happen when Marla got her passport back. First, though , she thought, I need to deal with Emma and her practice . She kissed the back of her wife’s head tenderly and decided to sleep for another hour.
In the next room, Marla awoke. She lay in bed, feeling warm and fuzzy. Last night’s events and Claire’s words flooded her and she tingled all over. She remembered her own admission to Claire and how Claire said she was the top in a relationship. She blushed and felt excited. Part of her mind still rebelled against it however. She wondered through to the bath room and decided to wear something that reflected her mood. Dressed in a pale yellow, flower sprigged sun dress with a light jersey over it as the weather had started changing, she went downstairs. The house was quiet and she decided to make breakfast for them all. Hummed happily, she made a stack of pancakes and put some eggs on to boil. “You sound happy,” came Skylar’s voice. Marla jumped. She blushed. “Uh, yes. Morning, Skylar. Breakfast is almost ready.” Skylar smiled at her. “Thanks honey. Emma will be down shortly. She needed to sleep in a bit this morning.”
“Yes,” Marla agreed, “she has been working so late this month. I don’t think she even gets time for a lunch break.”
“No and that worries me.”Skylar said. “Claire is arriving at 10 a.m. to help us with some ideas.” At the sound of Claire’s name, Marla blushed. “Marla, I am sorry I had to let Claire discipline you last night. I am not going to repeat the lesson as I think you learnt it well. If you are going to be late again, please inform any of the three of us, else you will be feeling my belt across your backside.” Skylar said. Before Marla could gasp in outrage she said more casually, “You and Claire seem to be getting very close.” Marla looked at her to make sure she was not teasing her. “Yes,” she admitted. “Skylar, I…I love her.” Skylar walked over and hugged her. “Honey, that’s good to hear. I am so pleased for you both.”
“You and who?”Emma asked, walking into the kitchen. She looked tired but the dark hollows under eyes seemed not as sharply defined as yesterday. The long night’s sleep had been good for her. “Marla and Claire.” Skylar said. “Honey, I am so happy for you.” Emma said. “Well I don’t know what will happen from here,” Marla confessed. “We did not get to talk too much after...after...well, after she said it.” Marla said flushed as she remembered the spanking Claire had given her. Skylar and Emma looked at each other and their smiles showed in their eyes. Marla was quite a brat at times. Claire would be good for Marla.
“Right babe, eat up,” Skylar said. “We have a big talk coming up with Claire shortly.” Emma suddenly stopped plate in her hand. “Skylar,” she said sharply. “I don’t want you or Claire running my life. I have worked hard for my practice and I…” Skylar held up her hand firmly. “This is not about running your life, Emma. This is about you running your practice effectively and efficiently. You won’t be much good to your clients if you are exhausted. It is also about your health and the tension your long hours and stress brings into our household.” She paused briefly to let her words sink in and then added, “If you need a reminder on balancing your life before you can talk about it perhaps we should go back up to the bedroom.” Her tone left no doubt about what would be done in the bedroom and Emma closed her mouth. No need for a sore bottom and she did feel tired out. It would be best to try and get some solutions. Filling her plate with eggs and pancakes she sat down. She did not feel like eating, but with Skylar watching her she knew her wife would not let her get away starting the day on an empty stomach.
Claire arrived promptly at 10 a.m. Her white jeans showed off her fit, muscular legs and her black t-shirt fit snugly over her taut abs. Marla almost licked her lips when she looked her. She blushed and Claire laughed and came over and kissed her. “Morning darling,” she said. “Did you sleep well? How is your bottom?” Marla tried to look indignant but having Claire so close melted all her usual defenses. “Morning Claire,” she answered, “I slept well. I missed you,” she added softly. Claire hugged her, “Well, we will have to remedy that, won’t we?” she said. “Right. I have to talk to these two. Babe, we’ll see other tonight and continue where we left off shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, she gave Marla’s bottom a gentle swat she walked into the lounge where Skylar and Emma waited.
Emma sat tensely in the lounge. Although she felt good about Claire joining them, she also felt worried that they were going to force her to give up her practice and she was quietly working herself up into a state. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to breathe. “Okay,” Claire said. “Emma, Skylar told me that you are working very late hours and that you seem to be overwhelmed in your…” Emma jumped up, “I am not overwhelmed. I have built this practice up over a year. Now it is successful and I love it. So what if I come home a bit late in the evenings.” She almost shouted. “I have worked hard and the two of you are going to ruin it for me. Claire; you have your own practice and you know...”
“Emma,” Skylar said calmly and evenly. “Sit down and hear what Claire and I are going to say before deciding what you think we will say.’’ Emma’s chest heaved. “Skylar, you are not letting me…you want me to...” she was stammering, upset, angry and worried and could not think clearly. Skylar said once more, “Calm down Emma. Talk calmly like the professional person you are trying to tell us you are.”
“Stop patronizing me, Skylar! You and Claire can take your help elsewhere!” Skylar stood up and swinging her wife around delivered ten hard smacks to h
er bottom. When Emma glared at her, she pulled her over lap and started spanking her bottom hard. It did not take long before Emma was crying. She was tired and if she admitted it, scared that her practice had become so large. She did not turn away any referrals and wanting to do the best for each client she was struggling. She sobbed and lay quietly over Skylar’s lap. “Better now?” Skylar’s voice. “Yes,” Emma said softly, “I’m sorry Skylark…Claire,” she added. Claire smiled reassuringly. “That’s okay Emma. I know you are under stress. We only want to discuss with you and brainstorm some ideas that could help you.” Emma nodded. She sat next to Skylar and composed herself. “Go ahead Claire, I’m listening.” Claire continued. “I was looking at the ratio of your client load that Skylar showed me. I see that you have one assistant.” Emma nodded, “Yes. Neil was enough to start with and he copes well.”
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