Leading the Way

by Constance Masters

  “That’s okay, Moonbeam,” Erin said. She could joke about the ordeal now that it was all over but it had taken a while. It was a full week before she could sit comfortably on a hard wooden chair.

  “Don’t even. When I finally was over that spanking from hell, Crystal laid down the law big time about my hippie fetish.”

  “Do tell,” Jen said.

  “Moonbeam can resurface in the safety of our bedroom only. Crystal is the cop who arrests me after a protest,” she said with a wink. “She’s very strict. It’s different for us because we never used to role play at all.”

  Erin chuckled. Zach was a straight down the line teacher. He couldn’t role play unless he was playing himself, which wasn’t role-playing at all. “Yeah, Zach doesn’t play like that. He can give nice spankings but he can’t pretend he’s somebody else.”

  “We’ve never role played really either, but Crystal felt like I went looking for something that I wasn’t getting at home.”

  “Wow. She blamed herself?”

  “To an extent she did, but she blamed me plenty.”

  “Did you get in trouble? Did she spank you again? After that?”

  “No. She gave me a couple of days to recover and then when she was off, she made me wear a butt plug all day.”

  “All day?” Jen asked, her eyes wide.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Have you ever had that before?” Erin asked.

  “Not for that long. She wanted me to think all day about the position I put my friends in. About how selfish I was being by asking you to break the law.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  “It hurt my heart more than my ass, but it was irritating as all get out.”

  “What about Zach?”

  “He was lovely while I recovered,” she said. “He felt the paddling and the community service covered what we did in Boulder.”

  “But?”

  “Yeah but. He punished me for the lying, and for allowing Jordan to get away with blackmailing me.”

  “Spunky little thing, isn’t she?” Carol said.

  “That’s one word for it.”

  “So what punishment did you get?” Sienna asked.

  “He’s a teacher. He made me write lines. A thousand a night for five nights.”

  “Yuk,” Carol said. “I’d rather have the butt plug.”

  “So, Sienna, how has this affected you? You didn’t do DD did you?”

  “Not really. We played. I like it when he spanks me but he’s never spanked me like that.”

  “And now?” Erin asked.

  “I don’t know. There’s subtle things that aren’t the same. I think our dynamic might be changing.”

  “One of us, hey?” Carol said.

  “Maybe. What about you, Jen? Did you get into extra trouble?”

  “I didn’t get another spanking,” she said. “But the bowling days for me are a thing of the past.”

  “I think that goes for all of us,” Carol said. “We’ll have to come up with something else.”

  “Now, we need to talk about what we’re going to do for this community service,” Jen said.

  “What’s something that can include all the kids and young people?”

  “Well, I was thinking a pageant. Not a full glitz pageant, but a pageant. The girls could feel pretty and show off their talents and boys could enter, too, if they wanted.”

  “We have to do something that includes everyone,” Carol said. “Not every girl is prissy and likes to dance and dress up. When I was a kid I couldn’t have thought of anything worse.”

  “True,” Jen said. “Some girls would love it though. It’d be good if we could figure out a way to include a pageant but have other things that the kids that weren’t interested in the pageant could join in on.”

  “Like a talent show or a mixed gala day,” Sienna said. “We could do a pageant, soccer, baseball.”

  “That’s a great idea!” Erin said. “We could have a cake decorating or a cooking competition or lesson and an art fair all mixed up in one. Then everyone gets a chance to shine.”

  “I like it,” Carol said.

  “So do I,” Jen said. “And I think we should make it a rule. No parent interference in the choices.”

  “We could run a vote in the hall. The kids put their names on a piece of paper and add what they want to do under it. That way no parent gets the chance to force an activity on their child.”

  “Excellent,” Erin said.

  “You know, we all moved here because we wanted to do what we wanted in peace. The kids deserve the same thing,” Carol said. “It’ll be fun to see what choices they make.”

  ***

  Erin was so excited she could barely keep still as they waited outside Brent’s office for the verdict on their idea. Charles had said that they needed his approval before they could go ahead. “How long does he usually take to decide on these things?” she asked Jonathon.

  “I don’t think he’s ever had a proposal like this so it’s hard to say. Most people on community service just have to pick up papers in the park or something. Your case was unusual.” He grinned.

  “We would have asked you if you weren’t working you know,” Jen said.

  “And I probably would have said no,” Jonathon answered.

  “Why?” Carol asked.

  “I loathe bowling. Those two toned shoes just don’t suit anybody.”

  The girls all burst out laughing and the door to Brent’s office opened. “Come in,” he said.

  Erin felt a little nervous as they walked past Brent. It was a bit different seeing him in a professional setting. Waiting for Brent was like visiting the principal’s office; it made your tummy squirm even when you weren't about to get in trouble

  “Have a seat,” he said, pulling across another chair from the back of the room to join the three that were already there.

  They all sat, glancing at each other as they did. “You can relax you know. I won’t bite.”

  “What did you think of our idea?” Jen asked.

  “Short answer?” he said, his face blank. “I love it!”

  “Really?” Erin said.

  “Really. I think it’s a really good idea. I think you’ve all come up with an excellent way to give back. Although it’s only one day, I think it will give parents a good insight into what kind of extracurricular activities their kids would like to take part in. It will also give the board some ideas about the kinds of equipment and facilities that we need to think about providing in Corbin’s Bend.”

  Erin blushed pink, only this time it was with pride instead of embarrassment. She liked the feeling much more than the alternative.

  “I also like the idea of the kids voting anonymously. We all know how it goes when something like this comes around. People tend to push their kids into things that they like without even talking about the choices available.”

  “Great,” Carol said. “So are there any stipulations? Anything on the list we can’t offer the kids on their voting list?”

  “I don’t think so. Of course there’s too much on this list for just the four of you to handle so I’ll see if I can drum up some help.”

  “That would be great.”

  “Right.” He opened his personal planner. “How about next Saturday afternoon for the vote?”

  The girls looked at each other and nodded.

  “Sounds fine to me,” Jen said.

  “Do you think we should do something to amuse the kids while the parents are voting. We could make it like a party day.?”

  “I think that would be a wonderful idea. Get the parents to bring food and drink and we can get some music going.”

  “Fun!” Erin said.

  “No alcohol. Kids will be here.”

  “No problem,” Carol, said.

  “I’ll have some fliers made up and distributed through the schools.”

  “Thank you so much, Brent,” Jen said.

  “Yes, Brent, thanks.”

  “Likewise,
” Carol said. “You’re not a bad egg, after all.”

  Brent threw his head back and roared laughing. “I was before?”

  “A couple of weeks ago you were,” she said.

  “I’m a pussy cat really,” he said.

  “Uh-huh.”

  ***

  The vote had been a fun day in itself. Jonathon was a real sport and helped them set up the cardboard voting booths that were kept in storage at the back of the hall.

  “Where do you want them, ladies?” he asked.

  “Back of the room, I think,” Carol said. “We can stand at either end and pass out the voting forms.”

  “Fine by me,” Jonathon said. “Just so you know, I think this is such a cool idea.”

  “Thanks Jonathon,” Erin said. I think I have a job for you if you’d like it.”

  “Would you host the pageant?”

  “I couldn’t,” Jonathon said. “Could I?”

  “I think you could. I think you’d be good at it.”

  “Okay, if you really think I have what it takes,” Jonathon said. “Thanks Erin.”

  “You’d be doing me a favor.”

  “I thought we’d never finish,” Carol said. “Looks good though doesn’t it?”

  “It does,” Erin said. The voting booths were at one end with food tables set up with bright tablecloths just waiting for the food. It was kind of like her pot luck on a bigger scale.

  “Right,” Sienna said. “Are we ready?”

  “Sure are,” Jen said. “Open the doors.”

  ***

  “It went well today, don’t you think?” Zach asked, kissing his wife before he took a very tired Avvy and Jordan home.

  “It was great,” Erin said. “I think all the kids in town voted and every parent brought food and stayed to enjoy the party. It was fun, and it had the most community spirit I’ve felt since I got here.”

  “Yep, it was a good idea to do it this way. The refreshments and music turned it into a sort of block party.”

  “Yeah. Thank you for all your help today with the little kids.” Of course they’d needed someone to read them the options on the form. A fact she and the other girls had completely missed. Zach and some of the other teachers had stepped in to help while still keeping the kids anonymity from their parents until the final vote count.

  “I’ll see you at home,” Zach said. “I think you might have earned a massage, after standing on your feet all day.” He bent to kiss her lips softly, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth discretely. His wiggling eyebrows were a promise of things to come.

  Her face flushed as a surge of pleasure at the thought rushed through her and settled at her clit. “I’ll see you at home,” she said huskily.

  Zach laughed and slapped her behind before gathering the girls and leaving with a smile still plastered across his face.

  “Someone’s getting lucky,” Carol said with a grin. “Your husband’s kind of cute, for a man.”

  Erin gave her a friendly shove. “He’s taken,” she said.

  Carol chuckled. “Honey, I wouldn’t have a clue what to do with him.”

  They looked around and there was no one left but the four of them. “Oh well better get to it,” Jen said, looking around at the mess.

  “Yeah let’s get this all cleaned up so we can count the votes,” Erin said. “I’m excited to see what everyone picked.”

  “Yep. It’s a shame that Charles wouldn’t let us have help with the clean-up,” Sienna said.

  “Yeah,” Carol said. “This is all great, it really is, but this is community service, you can’t have help to clean up,” she said, mimicking Charles.

  “Let’s get it over and then we can read the votes,” Erin said.

  ***

  “Well that isn’t really a surprise,” Erin said, reading Jordan’s form. “I knew she wouldn’t choose the pageant. Obviously, Avvy did.”

  “What did Jordie pick?”

  “Soccer,” Erin said.

  “Really? Yay, we’ll be glad to have her along,” Carol said. “I was hoping I’d get at least one of our kids in my team.”

  “What about Brianna, did you find her list?”

  “Yeah,” Carol said. “I did.”

  “What did she pick?” Jen asked.

  “She picked cooking class.”

  “Oh well that’s good she’ll be in my group,” Jen said.

  “Yeah.”

  “What’s wrong, Carol?” Erin asked. “She chose what she wanted. That’s the point. You can’t get upset because she didn’t pick soccer.”

  “It isn’t that,” Carol said. “She’s my kid. How can I not know that she liked to cook?”

  “She may not,” Erin said. “This is about trying things. Jordan hasn’t played soccer before but she just wants to see if she likes it I guess.”

  “Yeah, don’t read too much into it,” Sienna said.

  “You really feel that way?” Carol asked.

  “Yes, I really do,” Sienna answered. “Freedom of choice.”

  “Good.” Carol grinned widely. “Because your twin boys picked the pageant.”

  Sienna’s mouth dropped open. “Seriously?” she asked. “Let me see that.” She took the note and shook her head. “Well I’ll be.”

  “Fun and games coming,” Jen said.

  ***

  It was after midnight when Erin finally crept into the house. She dropped her bag and keys on the kitchen counter and went to check her girls. Both were sound asleep. She closed each door quietly and moved a lot faster to her own room, a sudden rush of energy spurring her on.

  She felt a slight pang of disappointment when she realized that Zach would have come out to greet her if he was awake. It wasn’t like him to lead her on and leave her wanting. She turned the handle and gasped.

  “What the?” she said. Her eyes drifting from one end of the room to the other. Tiny tea candles were everywhere. A few big ones were letting out the most beautiful aroma of lavender. The bed had clean white sheets. “Oh Zach.”

  A stark naked Zach smiled. “You took so long.”

  “I know,” she answered. “Pleased to see me I see.”

  “As soon as I heard the key in the door. Come on over. You’re way too far away and you have on too many clothes.”

  Erin crossed the room in a split second, stripping her clothes off as she went.

  “I need a shower first,” she said.

  “Make it a quick one and I’ll get the champagne out of the fridge.”

  “Ooh champagne.”

  “Yep.” He slapped her bare bottom. “Go shower. I’ve waited long enough.”

  Erin stepped out of the shower and gave herself a quick towel dry. She didn’t bother with any clothes or to even wrap herself in a towel. “I’m back,” she said saucily as she stepped across the room and took the glass that Zach was offering.

  “What’s the occasion?” she asked.

  “No occasion. I just want your time and attention.”

  “Well this is the right way to go about getting it.” She giggled, sipping the delicious champagne. She looked over at the bed. I think I need to lay down,” she said. “Did you promise me a massage?”

  “I did.” He kissed her soft lips and moved on down to kiss each nipple, sucking on each one for just a second.”

  “Oh my,” she said, fanning her face.

  “Lay on your belly,” he said.

  She did, resting her head on the soft pillow. Erin sighed as warm oil pooled between her shoulder blades before trickling down her spine. “That feels so nice,” she purred. Zach straddled her, lingering over her soft bottom while his erection rested between her crack. That was distracting, very distracting, but then his hands started to work their magic. They started at her shoulders, kneading and moulding her tight muscles until the relaxed beneath his fingers. “Hmm.”

  “You like?”

  “Hmmm,” she answered. The fingers moved lower fanning out from the deep crevice of her spine to the edges of to
rso. His fingers danced to the edges of her breasts, tickling her nipples for a brief second before moving to her lower back.

  “Your muscles are tight,” he said.

  Her bottom twitched, begging for his touch.

  “Open, honey,” he said, running his hands from the top of each cheek to the crease that joined her thighs.

  She bounced her bottom, trying to make him go faster. “Please Zach,” she said. “I want you inside me.”

  “I haven’t finished your massage.”

  “Yes you have.”

  ***

  Her sweet nectar drew his cock easily inside. Her soft wet flesh moulded around him, squeezing him tightly from within, while her bottom cheeks cushioned every thrust. “You feel so good,” he panted, sliding his hands beneath her to pinch her nipples.

  “Harder,” she said, pushing herself up as hard as she could with his weight on top of her.

  He climbed off her back, flipping her soon as his weight was from her body.

  “Please, Zach,” she begged. Her fingers slipped between her legs but he grabbed them, slapping them and moving them away before slapping her clit and her pussy lips. It was all it took. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Wait for me,” he said, He slammed inside her just as her body gave in. He felt her muscles twitch and pulse around him. With an almighty thrust he came inside her, filling her as she clung to him.

  “Do you want me to blow out the candles?” she asked when they’d recovered.

  “Leave them for a while. I like the view.” Her whole body was still covered with the flush she got whenever they made love and he never got tired of looking at it. The soft flickering light from the candles accentuated every curve. She was beautiful. When her breathing slowed and evened out, he reluctantly moved her over, just enough that he could get up to blow out the candles.

  ***

  The day of the gala day finally arrived and everyone in Erin’s house was excited. “Do you have your white socks, Avvy?” Erin asked. She’d been at the site of the gala since daybreak with the others and many helpers but they’d all gone home to help get their own kids ready.