by J. M. Witt
‘Jesus Mer. Take a pill!’
I tilted my neck from side to side, trying to stretch the tight muscles. I busied myself with all the things I needed to be focusing on for the rest of the weekend. Editing, cleaning, kids, running a household, and the dreaded PTA.
Chapter Four
I’M ON FIRE
THE REST OF THE weekend passed like any other. Nothing too exciting happened and I didn’t hear from Gregor. I’d had some inspiration and was working on my book. There had also been lots of editing and PTA work. I needed the distraction and was grateful I had inspiration. After I got the kids to bed Sunday night, I sat back down at my laptop.
TO: [email protected]
8:00 PM
Subject: Re: HOLY SHIT
Back and absolutely beat. May not be able to respond in much detail tonight.
We are at the same school. I just can’t get over this.
I, too, enjoy Laredo’s but may not be the most discreet. Though, we could always use the PTA as an excuse.
Good news is I should be in the office Thursday so lunch may be an option. Isn’t curriculum night that night, too?
Hope you had a great weekend.
My eyes were bulging out of my head. Our kids were at the same school, he has my picture, and I run the PTA. Jesus Fuck! It was a big school, but still.
TO: [email protected]
8:13 PM
Subject: Re: HOLY SHIT
Glad to hear you’re back safe. Get some rest. I’ll probably be up late working. I’ve had a smidge of inspiration between chasing kids...
I can’t believe we’re at the same school. I guess you’ll get to send those texts you were thinking about at PTA meetings. You seriously didn’t know when you saw my picture? I won’t be at curriculum night, not likely anyway.
Thursday is currently open. Maybe going East to start with is best.
My sleep has been restless (eyes glaring at you, Sir) with a wandering mind...
Talk soon.
I didn’t hear anything else during the rest of the night or the next day. I tried to not think about it or let it distract me. I loved and hated how I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I restrained myself from scanning the school directory and wondering who he might be. Gregor still didn’t ring any bells. Maybe it was a name he made up?
After dinner the next evening I heard back. Todd had taken the kids out for ice cream so I was alone and free to read and respond.
TO: [email protected]
6:41 PM
Subject: Re: HOLY SHIT
Staying focused today or letting productivity be derailed by naughty thoughts...? Nevermind. Your productivity IS naughty thoughts. Can’t spank you for that one...
TO: [email protected]
6:44 PM
Subject: Re: HOLY SHIT
Umm...you can always spank me...
Home alone for a while...
Went to the gym, worked on my manuscript, did some editing, thought dirty thoughts...
You?
TO: [email protected]
6:46 PM
Subject: Re: HOLY SHIT
Out with clients and thinking dirty thoughts... :)
TO: [email protected]
6:51 PM
Subject: Dirty...
Sigh. Something I found that struck a chord with me...and made me laugh...
I attached a picture of a 1950’s housewife with word bubbles over her head, not sure you’ll be able to view it. They read: I mean, I like him, but... just wish he’d haul me over his lap and spank me.
You’ll have to open it to see...
:)
Dirty things everywhere...
Dirty music blaring...
Dirty thoughts running amuck...
About to get clean, in a dirty way, in the shower...
I didn’t hear back from him that night. The hardest part was having no one to talk to. Of course there was Tami, but I was still feeling her out with her views on this kind of thing. She was an editing friend and we hit it off right away. Thank God she lived close by. But I wanted someone to talk to more in depth; it was such a delicate situation. And I certainly couldn’t talk to any of my mom friends from the school.
SHIT!
Then it dawned on me. What if he’s the husband of one of my friends? The name he gave me could’ve been complete bullshit because maybe he DID know who I was. But how would he explain that later on?
AGH!
I was staring at my email and listening to one of my playlists the next day when his response came through. I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen was playing. I loved this song, always had, and now it had more meaning to me. It screamed Gregor.
TO: [email protected]
12:12 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
Which paddle should I use...?
I dropped my head on my desk. All of them! Giggling to myself, I sent my reply.
TO: [email protected]
12:16 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
You’re the expert...
And I’m seriously having anxiety about the fact that you know who I am. It’s not fair!
TO: [email protected]
12:20 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
Not sure I am an expert.
I promise, I didn’t know you and we’ve never interacted...not yet, anyway. :)
TO: [email protected]
12:29 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
We can become experts together.
TO: [email protected]
1:12 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
You have time to chat on the phone? I have over an hour of windshield time.
555-2527 Corporate phone. Be discreet with texts or VM! Don’t need to provide any masturbation fodder to the IT department...
Holy crap! He’d given me his number. He wanted to talk on the phone. BREATHE!
TO: [email protected]
1:16 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
Yes, I can call now if you like.
555-7478
TO: [email protected]
1:20 PM
Subject: Re: Dirty...
I’ll call shortly...
My heart was racing waiting for his call. I didn’t even have time to save his number in my phone because I was so nervous. I nearly dropped my phone when it did start ringing.
Taking a deep breath, because the last thing I needed to sound like was a jittery teenager, I answered my phone.
“So he finally asked for my number.”
A deep chuckle rang through the phone and was followed by, “How you doing today?”
“I’m good. How are you?”
We talked about our kids, favorite movies, the weather, and everything else in between. We didn’t get naughty on the phone which was actually nice. We needed to build a rapport with one another and that’s just what we were doing. He had a slight drawl to his voice and I could listen to it all day. We spent about thirty minutes on the phone, not long, but it was sufficient.
We continued exchanging emails the rest of the day and somehow got on the subject of feet and toe sucking. Don’t ask!
TO: [email protected]
6:30 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
You definitely don’t want my feet in your mouth...
TO: [email protected]
6:38 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
LOL. I don’t mind my toes being sucked, not sure about sucking toes.
TO: [email protected]
6:41 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
I have nasty feet...lol. If you want to suck on them – I don’t want to suck anything on you...
TO: [email protected]
6:44 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
I’m not into sucking toes. LOL
No sucking, nothing? Hmm...
TO: [email protected]
6:46 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
Reread what I wrote...lol. ANY woman that sucks my nasty feet is going to be too nasty for me to want to do anything to them...
I am very orally inclined. Very.
TO: [email protected]
6:49 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
LMAO. I just snorted. I’m sitting in the dance studio, hiding in the corner with my laptop, and writing dirty things. Not anything to do with sucking toes...
I’m not that kind of nasty. Promise
And thank God. Someone who isn’t orally inclined would probably be a hard limit for me. Once one discovers that joy...there’s no going back!
TO: [email protected]
7:12 PM
Subject: Re: Feet...
It comes naturally... or so I’ve been told. :)
Later that night we were still emailing and asking Twenty Questions. We found out that our kids were at different dance studios. One less place to worry about running into him!
TO: [email protected]
10:26 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
The girl I lost it to dropped a line on me that worked...lol
TO: [email protected]
10:33 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Ah, good ole peer pressure. What was the line?
For me, we planned it out. It was LAME! LOL
TO: [email protected]
10:35 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
I will tell you at lunch Thursday.
TO: [email protected]
10:37 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Sigh. You’re a tease.
I have ‘lines’ too. Though I haven’t used them in years. LOL
TO: [email protected]
10:39 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
You like it though...
TO: [email protected]
10:42 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Shh. Those are our secrets. I’m supposed to be the tease...
TO: [email protected]
10:44 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Yeah. Times have changed. Blame the feminists. You’re fucked!
TO: [email protected]
10:45 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
LMAO...how to correctly respond to that?
To be fucked or not to be fucked.
That is the question...
You like getting me riled up!
TO: [email protected]
10:48 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Metaphorically. Literally.
I do.
TO: [email protected]
10:51 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
You like the fact that I won’t be able to sleep...again! I’m going to have to drug myself. LOL
Legs are clenched so tight...
Keep talking...LOL
TO: [email protected]
10:54 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Those clenched legs will make anal sex a little more painful, especially with an already swollen bottom...
TO: [email protected]
10:57 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
So he likes to do it in the butt, or he’s probing (pun intended) to see if I do...
I don’t mind it...better when done correctly.
TO: [email protected]
10:59 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
It goes hand in hand with the ass fetish.
TO: [email protected]
11:05 PM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Probably safe to say my ass is re-virginized. Haven’t had it since before my husband. He’s not interested no matter what I try. I mean, I have three holes...use them!
Lucky you...
I went to bed that night with a smile on my face. Todd was out of town, as usual. I woke in the middle of the night to find Gregor had sent a response shortly after I’d gone to bed.
TO: [email protected]
1:01 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
I prefer three hole access... :)
TO: [email protected]
4:26 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Ass up, face down?
Keep sweet talking. LOL
Hope you had a good evening. I finally got some sleep. Another 2 hours before I need to be up.
Talk soon.
I rolled back over and happily went back to sleep. Lunch was a day away and I couldn’t wait.
In the morning, I was getting the kids ready for school when my email pinged.
TO: [email protected]
7:49 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Absolutely!
TO: [email protected]
7:54 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
What a visual to start your day with?! Maybe I should switch out spin for yoga. LOL
TO: [email protected]
8:24 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Maybe I should paddle you right before spin class. Give you 30-45 min of REAL reflection while you toil along.
TO: [email protected]
8:30 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Oh, Dear Lord! You gonna meet me in the parking lot. Put on a show for everyone? LOL
You just want my mind on you, branded by your mark. The thought of a tender ass and reliving it every time I sit down. (All smiles, Sir)
TO: [email protected]
8:32 AM
Subject: Re: 20?s...
Doesn’t have to be the parking lot. We can find a spot a little more discreet for your discipline. And yes – keeping thoughts on your punishment makes it more effective... :)
“MOM!”
I about jumped out of my skin. I looked at the clock and knew I had to get moving. Gregor would have to wait for a few minutes! Back to life, back to reality.
Chapter Five
IN FOR THE KILL
WHEN I GOT HOME from the gym, I couldn’t resist sitting down to email him.
TO: [email protected]
11:07 AM
Subject: Lunch tomorrow
So, I was thinking if the weather holds up that we should get takeout. We can sit in a park or in one of our vehicles with no prying ears.
TO: [email protected]
11:37 AM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
Takeout is fine. Especially if it is nice out.
TO: [email protected]
11:41 AM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
I could use some sun for my fair skin!
TO: [email protected]
11:46 AM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
I can provide instant color to your fair skin in certain areas...
TO: [email protected]
11:50 AM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
I’m counting on it.
TO: [email protected]
11:53 AM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
May just have to bend you over one of those picnic tables after lunch and warm it up...
TO: [email protected]
12:03 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
(I will NOT dream of picnic tables ALL DAY) Dammit.
I have to take a shower. Errands await.
I’ll be going through my wardrobe later...Gotta find the jeans that make my ass look best...LOL
TO: [email protected]
12:07 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
I have to decide which pants make my cock look the best.
TO: [email protected]
12:09 PM
> Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
OMG...(blushing)
Yup, I got nothing. Apparently I’ll be taking a cold shower...
I didn’t hear back and begrudgingly went about my day. Surprisingly, I was able to get a lot done. Laundry, bills to pay, house to clean, editing, made a few PTA calls, and worked on my manuscript. It was exciting and scary to be working on my own piece of work.
Shortly before the kids were due to arrive home on the bus, another email popped up.
TO: [email protected]
3:51 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
How did the shower work out for ya...?
Groaning to myself, I typed my response.
TO: [email protected]
3:53 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
I behaved, though I didn’t want to.
TO: [email protected]
3:59 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
How long do you think you will be in the shower tomorrow...?
TO: [email protected]
4:01 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
Before or after we meet?!?!
TO: [email protected]
4:03 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
Both
For the love... The man was going to make me crazy and I was enjoying every second of it.
TO: [email protected]
4:09 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch tomorrow
I’m trying to distract myself. Lol
I know myself. The more I get off, the more I want it. I just wished it worked the other way, but keep thinking ‘if I abstain I’ll be calmer’. Probably not. I’ll probably self-implode if you touch me.