Leading the Way
(Corbin’s Bend)
By
Constance Masters
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Leading the Way
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Table of contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Chapter 1
“Are those earrings part of your uniform, Avery?” Zach asked, peering at his daughter in the rear mirror as they drove home at the end of the school day.
“They’re just tiny, Daddy.”
“That’s not the question I asked you.”
“No, Daddy, but I hate this uniform. There’s not a pretty thing on it. It’s so… dark blue.”
“It’s a uniform, Avvy, not a fashion statement. Rules are rules and they apply to you, the same as everybody else. I don’t think Momma would have let you wear them.”
“She didn’t,” Jordan piped in. “She hid them in her pocket and then put them…”
“I hate you, Jordan!” Avvy cut Jordan off.
“Hey!” Zach called out as he pulled the car into the driveway. “Both of you be quiet this minute. Avery? That was very naughty of you to break the school uniform rule and to sneak things past your Momma, we’ll talk about that later.”
Jordan gave her sister a smug smile.
“Jordan, you can lose that look, too. What Avery did was none of your business and gloating because someone else is going to get into trouble may just get you in trouble as well.”
“That’s so not fair. Bimbo,” she mouthed behind her hand.
Zach shook his head. Jordan had to have the last word. “Change that may get in trouble to a will get in trouble.”
“This isn’t fair, Daddy,” Avery whined. “You only found out because you’re a teacher at the school. No one else has to take their parents with them every day.”
“Diddems. You’re such a baby sometimes and you’re supposed to be the oldest,” Jordan said. “I love that you teach at our school, Daddy.”
“I do, too, but you’re still in trouble, Jordan.”
Finally deciding to cut her losses, Jordan jumped out of the car and slammed the door, letting the final bang satisfy her need for power.
Zach locked the car and lowered the garage door. He smiled to himself. Little hiccups like that little argument were about as bad as it got these days. A far cry from the way it was before they moved to Corbin’s Bend. That had been a nightmare. He’d worked all day in a school where it was hard to decide what was worse about the students: their inappropriate dress, their filthy mouths or their total lack of respect for their free education. There was the odd little treasure that made it all worthwhile, but mostly, it had depressed him. Home hadn’t been any better. Luckily they’d moved to this place and it saved them. They had a lovely home in an ordered neighborhood and most of all, the one thing he wanted for his family, peace.
***
Erin was pleased to see her girls as they flounced into the house obviously carrying with them some argument that had started in the car. She envied their childish self-centered personas. As the mother, she held her shit together so to speak, to think of the greater good of the family. She kept a clean house, well mostly. She could throw together a decent meal.
“Mom! Are you even listening?” Avery whined.
“Of course I am,” Erin said, touching her daughter’s cheek softly. “If you took the risk of sneaking your earrings to school when you knew it was against the rules then you have to accept the consequences.”
“If you wrote a letter and told them I needed to wear them then they’d give them back.”
“You are such a dummy, Avvy,” Jordan said. “Have you forgotten that Dad works at that school? He has lunch with your teacher!”
“Mom! Tell her to mind her own business!”
“Well, he does!”
“Shut up!”
“You shut up!”
Avery closed her eyes and took a big breath but when she opened them the argument about nothing really was still continuing. “That’s it! Go to your rooms and do your homework. You can come out for a snack in half an hour.”
“No way!” Jordan said. “Isn’t starving your children against the law or something?”
“Jordan, you heard me. Stop arguing and just go! Both of you, go!” Erin didn’t like it when she raised her voice. It meant she’d let them get the better of her.
The door creaked open and Zach appeared. “Girls, you heard your mom, move,” he said, and just like that they scuttled away to their rooms.
“How do you do that?” she asked, turning to face the kitchen cabinets to finish putting away the clean dishes. That and to hide the tears that were welling in her eyes. Things had gotten to her that day and the girls’ petty argument had finished her off.
“You okay?”
Zach wasn’t saying anything and that meant one thing, that he’d already made up his mind that something was wrong. “I’m fine.” Well the silence and the fact that he was moving closer to her.
“You don’t sound fine.”
Erin wanted to run but there was nowhere to run to, even if she did get past the large man that was waiting for an answer. “It’s just the girls bickering...”
Great one Erin, throw your children under the bus, she thought bitterly. “No, that’s not it.”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Zach wrapped himself around her, holding her to him tightly while she melted into a puddle of tears. “Hey, this isn’t like you. What’s brought this on?” he asked finally when her breathing settled and she started to pull away.
Embarrassment was now added to the list of Erin’s overflowing emotions and she just wanted everything to be normal. “I guess I’m just hormonal,” she said hoping the words would scare her husband off the track.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t try to put me off. You’re my wife and I love you and I know when you’re upset. I just need to know why.”
“Just for once, can’t I just be upset because I am?” She knew her voice was rising, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t even know why she was being so stubborn.
“Did something happen today that was out of the ordinary?”
Erin rolled her eyes dramatically. She should have known she couldn’t put anything over her on husband. He was a sixth grade teacher that used to teach in the city. Interrogation and intimidation were part of his list of life skills. “I went to school
for the fundraising meeting and the moms froze me out.”
“What do you mean they froze you out?”
“They didn’t talk to me, Zach. I just sat there in the back and they pretended I wasn’t there.”
“Are you sure? I mean I’m not saying that I disbelieve you. I’m just saying that I’m surprised. Did you try to talk to them?”
“You think it’s my fault.”
“I didn’t say that. I asked you if you’d tried to start a conversation.”
“How could I when they were all talking about their shared lives, lives that I have no part of? They were talking about stuff they’ve done together and stuff they have coming up. They didn’t even see me. It’s always like that.”
“I see.”
“No, you don’t see.”
“Look, I’m glad you’re talking to me about what’s worrying you, but I’m warning you, your attitude is slipping, you need to watch your tone.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just frustrating. You have friends and work colleagues, even the girls have friends. I have nobody. Okay, that sounded mean. You know how much I love my family, but I miss my old life. I miss my friends.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, honey? I could have done something to help you. Tea?” he said holding up a cup.
Erin shrugged, a cup of tea would be nice, but it usually came with a complimentary lecture.
Zach passed his wife her steaming cup and sat opposite her at the kitchen counter. “You told me you were happy, Erin.” He waited a second but she didn’t respond so he kept going. “You should make more of an effort to see Diana. That’s why we were given the mentors when we moved here, to make settling in easier.”
“When she’s called I always seem to have something on.”
“Oh. Like what exactly?”
“I don’t know, stuff.”
“You have to make time for important things and you would have done if you’d wanted to.”
Erin sipped her tea.
“You didn’t want to Erin, why?”
“I didn’t like it.”
“You didn’t like what exactly?”
“Having someone else to answer to.”
“It wasn’t like that. It was someone to talk over your concerns with.”
“I don’t have any concerns. I’m happy with the way things are with us. I don’t have to talk about the intimate details of our marriage with a perfect stranger in order to make us work. What I need is some fun, some friends.”
“Okay, I hear you and I feel terrible that I’ve been happy while you’ve been miserable. I feel even worse that I didn’t notice. You need help to fit into Corbin’s Bend I can see that now, but in order to make that happen I think we need to talk to our mentors. We can do it together if you like.”
“I don’t like. So all three of you can gang up on me? No thanks.” Erin didn’t get why Zach thought it was necessary to ask other people how to fix everything. It was one thing to ask Brent to come and help with something that needed fixing in the house, but to go to a perfect stranger and explain that your wife was a loser that no one liked was embarrassing. To sit in a group of three all discussing how they could make you less of a loser was worse.
Zach didn’t raise his voice but he gave her the look. “Well we can’t leave things like this. I’ll make arrangements for us all to meet.”
“You can make arrangements for yourself, but don’t bother for me, I’m not going.” Erin knew she was getting herself into trouble, but at that very moment she didn’t care.
“You know very well that is not your decision to make.” Zach’s eyes didn’t leave hers.
“That’s not fair! I’m upset! Now’s not the time to throw around your head of house crap!”
Zach was around to her side of the counter in a second. He lifted her from the stool and stood her before him as easily as he would have a child, despite the fact that she was a grown woman. “Take your little butt into that bedroom and stand in the corner and think about what you just said.”
“I have to make dinner.” That last statement was both lame and clutching at straws she knew, but it was all she could come up with on the spur of the moment.
“Dinner will wait. Now go.” He set her moving with a smack to the back of her jeans.
***
Zach could have kicked himself as he watched his wife disappear into their room. How could he have let this happen? Talk about sleeping on the job. He should have insisted that she didn’t put Diana off when she tried to contact her. His own mentor, Diana’s husband Rick, had tried to warn him that it was too soon for Erin to break out on her own but things had seemed fine. They had hadn’t they? He racked his brain for proof or for clues, something that he should have noticed. Things that were not as they should have been, but he came up empty, Erin had hidden her unhappiness well and he’d let her. He could have headed this off at the pass if he’d been paying attention, he was sure of it. It was time he stepped up.
Zach closed the door gently behind him. After checking on the children and making sure they knew they were to stay in their rooms until they called, he had come in search of his wife. He stood with his back to the door admiring the sight of Erin while he judged her mood. Not repentant, that was for sure. Her back was stiff, her arms were folded and although she had stripped down to her panties as she was supposed to when in trouble, that and the fact that she was actually in the corner, were the only things that were submissive about her stance. That was his Erin, prideful for as long as she could get away with it.
“Can we just get on with it please?” Erin said from the corner.
“Oh, we most certainly can.” Zach took up a spot on the end of the bed. “Seeing as how you’re so eager, you can pick up your hairbrush from the dresser on your way over.” She did so but he could tell that it took everything she had to make her feet move without stomping.
“I’m sorry,” she tried once she was standing before him hairbrush in hand.
“Really? You don’t look very sorry. You look like you’re angry with me.”
“I don’t want to talk to Diana. If you loved me you wouldn’t make me.”
“Oh, you’re pulling out all the stops today. First you try stubbornly telling me no. Then you give me attitude and your last-ditch effort is emotional blackmail. I do love you and that’s precisely why I want to help you, which I’m going to whether you want me to or not.” Zach pulled her panties down and waited for her to step out of them, noticing that she was getting sorrier by the second.
“What if the girls come in?” she tried as he took her arm.
“The lock’s on and you know they wouldn’t open a door without knocking, after being told to stay in their rooms. Now stop stalling, bend over my knee.” He knew she would rather he just bent her over his knee but her attitude had made this a lesson in submitting as well. He ignored the pleading eyes. “Don’t make me count, you’ll get extras.”
“Please I’ll be happy,” she almost whimpered.
“One.”
“That’s not fair! I was just talking to you.”
“You were bargaining with me, two.”
“Stop counting, please, Zach!”
“Three.”
“Okay, okay.” She practically threw herself over his knee.
He brought his hand down hard on her right cheek, waiting a few seconds for the color to rise to the surface in shape of his handprint. Another followed on the other cheek.
“Ow! Zach!” she whined, trying to wriggle away from his hand.
“Erin, I don’t want you to act happy,” he said as he found a steady rhythm, punctuating each word with a smack. His hand clapped noisily off her rapidly coloring bottom.
“Please, Zach, you’re doing it too hard!” She kicked her legs wildly, trying to dodge his punishing hand.
“You know how this family works,” he said with another round of spanks to both cheeks. “You wanted to live in a DD marriage.”
“I know, I know. I
’m sorry!” she wailed.
“You don’t get to decide when or if you are going to so as your told.” Her bottom was getting very hot and quite pink so he stopped for a second to let her get her breath. “You don’t ever tell me no.” He started the spanking again, but slower and slightly softer. It was enough on an already burning bottom, Erin’s face crumpled.
“I was angry. I’m sorry.”
“I know, but what you said was very disrespectful and you hurt me. I don’t flaunt the fact that I’m head of house, it’s a responsibility that I take very seriously and something that I thought we were in agreement about.”
“We are!” Erin was crying hard now.
Zach was sure her tears had more to do with true repentance than pain now. She’d taken harder spankings than this one plenty of times. He stopped, helped her to stand and pulled her into his arms.
“I’m so..rry.” She sobbed into his shoulder.
“I know.” Deciding another bout in the corner wasn’t necessary, Zach decided to just get the spanking finished. He placed two pillows on the end of the bed and she lay over them without being told.
“How m..any?” Her breath caught in her throat.
He smoothed his hand over her naked bottom before picking up the brush. He didn’t enjoy punishing his wife but he did love the feel of her warm skin under his hand, the sight of her now mostly uniform pink skin, except for the splattering of finger marks on the outer edges. “It would have only been six but you also have three extras, so nine. Open up.” Zach gave the insides of her thighs a light tap and she moved her feet apart, leaning further forward on the bed. He had a perfect view of her newly spanked bottom and just a peek of those sweet lips between her legs. He pressed his hand into the small of her back, wincing when the brush landed with a sharp splat.
Erin groaned and rocked her hips from side to side as the brush connected three times, low down biting into her in the place she hated to be spanked the most.
“Be still.” He waited for her to do just that before her brought the brush down three times in quick succession.
“Ow!” she cried, sinking her head into her folded arms.
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