by Carl Hamlin
“I think you know the little house I am talking about. It’s kind of off to itself, and you’d have a lot of privacy.” Watson’s face suddenly exhibited a wide, beaming grin. “Not that the two of you would have any desire or need for privacy.”
Mike glanced at Aubrey, whose face had turned a deep red. “What do you say?”
Aubrey broke into a smile. “Sure. But are there other people who are crowded in other houses, who may want to claim the place?”
Watson began to laugh. “Actually, I was talking with some of the other people who had gathered around the big garden to take a look at it. I told them what was going on, and mentioned my idea for the two of you taking the house. Well, it turns out that one of the women standing there among the other early risers, was a woman whose purse was ransacked by a certain little redhead.” Aubrey’s face again turned red and she looked down. Watson continued with a smile. “She said that she felt a large dose of gratitude toward the man who had given a good paddling to the thief, so she wouldn’t mind if he moved to the house, even though the thief was benefiting as well.”
Aubrey’s face flushed once again, and then she shook her head. “ I suppose I will make it a point to do more to make amends with the folks, I will personally thank them for not making an issue of us taking over one of the houses.”
Watson nodded and smiled. “That sounds fine.” He then walked into the school building, whistling all the way. Mike turned toward Aubrey and placed his hand on her shoulder, then motioned for them to step away. He leaned down to whisper to Aubrey. “Willing to hear another crazy idea from me?”
Aubrey looked at the arched eyebrows. “Something different for us to do tonight?”
“No… I was just wondering… Watson is the closest thing we have to a civil authority here. It probably wouldn’t be much more than a simple pronouncement, but I think it would be legitimate for him to marry us. I mean, even just a quick simple private little…” Mike began to look away. “You must think me insane. We’ve only known each other for…”
Aubrey looked up at him, her green eyes looking larger than he had ever seen them. “Are you… I mean… I would… I say yes.”
A few minutes later, Mike emerged from the school building, accompanied by the stunned Watson and his wife. Mike put his arm around Aubrey’s waist, and approached the Watsons, as Marlene stood to the side next to Aubrey, resting her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder.
Watson looked back and forth, scanning the scene before him. “Sometimes the happiest moments of life are the most improbable. I’m not a preacher, and I really don’t know the Gospel or many of its words. But Aubrey, do you believe in God?”
She nodded slowly and smiled. “I do believe in God.”
Watson glanced at Mike. “And Mike, do you believe in God?”
“Yes, I do.”
Watson hesitated for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words. He took a deep breath and finally spoke. “On behalf of the village of Dragos Falls, Texas I pronounce you husband and wife.” He walked up to the couple and gave Aubrey a kiss, then shook hands with Mike. A mischievous grin spread across his face: “You may now paddle the bride.”
Aubrey reached her hands behind her and began to rub her bottom with a dramatic flair. “I guess there is no question as to what I will always be known for in Dragos Falls.”
Watson began to laugh, and then shrugged. “I wish we could spare the two of you for a while for some honeymoon time…”
Aubrey walked up and kissed him on the cheek. “We understand… time to tend the garden.” She walked back over to Mike, and leaned to whisper in his ear. “You can plant me tonight in our new home.”
Throughout the day, nearly every able-bodied resident of the village was at work in various gardens. At the same time, a group of twenty men was at work at a nearby ranch removing fence and posts to be hauled back into the village so that the animals could be kept there. It was hoped that within a few days, the work could be finished to the extent that a large number of animals could be brought to Dragos Falls to provide for a supply of meat, and a breeding program could begin so there would be an ongoing supply of beef and milk at hand. The corral was being constructed around an old, largely dilapidated barn on the edge of the settlement, and yet another crew of workers was busy trying to repair the building.
For those working in the gardens, they were finding that the soil was easy working after all the rain. It had not taken long for the seeds to begin to sprout, but the weeds had found the weather just as advantageous, so much time and effort was spent using every conceivable cultivating tool that could be found.
In contrast to the first days in the town, the weather was less comfortable. The villagers had to toil in higher temperatures, coping with the humidity left behind in the wake of the rainy days.
Nonetheless, by early evening there was not one tiny weed in any of the gardens in Dragos Falls. Before nightfall, people were able to sit around under shade trees and chat. As Watson strolled through the village, he became more optimistic regarding the prospects for the refugees to make a successful and acceptable adjustment to their reality.
It was also a relief to see Aubrey standing near the large community garden, speaking with three older women as she leaned on a hoe and rested. He approached slowly, so that he could eavesdrop on Aubrey’s conversation.
“… so I have felt really bad about what happened. But I’ve had this compulsion problem with stealing ever since I was a kid. I never have understood what type of need it filled for me. For that matter, no one was able to figure it out. I just know that it’s never completely gone.
“So when I got into that purse, it may have been a reaction to having to leave home and be separated from everybody, but I can’t make excuses for the rest of my life. So, as everybody knows, I deservedly got the paddle good and hard on my bare ass.” She began to laugh, then blushed. “And that’s how I met the guy I married this morning.”
One of the women walked up and hugged her. “But what are you going to do if it keeps happening?”
Aubrey laughed again. “Then I will get my butt warmed again. That’s the deal. I just felt it was best for some of you to understand what’s going on with me. I wish it wasn’t the case, but it is, and I have to make adjustments in my life for it. So when it becomes a problem, Mike will bring me back to reality the hard way. It’s just the way it has to be.”
Chapter 8
When the work for the day was over, and after sharing a quick meal with the Watsons and Marlene, Mike and Aubrey guided a pair of wheelbarrows containing their meager belongings from the school building to the tiny house that would be their new home as a married couple. As they finished gathering Mike’s items from the former nurses’ office, Aubrey picked up the little stepstool and placed it in the wheelbarrow, then winked at Mike as they left the room.
Having so little to move into what was, in effect, a fully furnished home, they were settled in quickly, so they had been able to return the borrowed wheelbarrows before darkness had fallen. They walked back to their new dwelling, stepped inside and began to look around. They could not help but feel a wistful sadness for the previous occupants.
They began to put away the belongings they had deposited on the bed in the tiny home’s only sleeping room. When they came to the briefcase that contained the paddle, Mike flipped the lid up, picked up the paddle and shook it at Aubrey with a mocking pose of sternness.
In response, Aubrey placed one hand on a hip and fluttered her eyes. “No… you cannot hang it on the wall and show it off to people if they visit.” Both of them began to laugh.
Mike sighed in false disappointment. “Maybe I should just put it under your pillow so it’s always close by if I need it to administer an emergency spanking.”
Aubrey pursed her lips, closed her eyes and tilted her head up as if she was considering a serious proposition. Then she nodded her head: “Sounds logical to me.” She giggled and blushed as she watched Mike slip the paddle b
eneath her pillow.
When they were done, they stopped and looked at each other and smiled, before Mike gestured toward the bathroom with a sweeping motion of his hand. “It may not be warm water… but we could share a shower.”
Aubrey did not give a verbal answer, but walked through the house and began pulling down all the shades so that no one could look in. She slowly stripped off her own clothes as she swayed seductively through the house as Mike watched in great appreciation. Then she walked over and slowly undressed him before taking him by the hand and leading him to the bathroom.
The cool water felt good after a hot, sweaty day of laboring in the gardens, and they laughed and kissed and scrubbed each other. When they could no longer bear the cold water, they got out and began to rapidly dry each other off with a couple of heavy towels that had been left behind.
Wrapped in their towels, they stepped into the bedroom, but in spite of the warmth of the air in the house, Aubrey was still shivering from the cold shower. Mike took her towel from her and tossed it on the bed, then wrapped his towel around both of them, Aubrey snuggled up with her back to Mike as he held her close to keep her warm.
She purred at his comforting actions, then turned her head and looked back at him. “Now this is nice and cozy. We should always dry off this way.” Then Mike heard her begin to giggle; she could feel him becoming aroused, and she began to press her bottom back against him. “Uh-oh. Seems that we have an issue here.” She began to slowly slide her bottom back and forth to tease him.
Mike responded with a guttural growl as he leaned down and began to nibble on her neck. “And how are we going resolve this issue?”
Aubrey reached to the bed and picked up a solitary condom she had left at the ready, then turned around and put it on him. Aubrey resumed her previous position in leaning back against him, then once again let Mike hear the giggle he was starting to find so enchanting and sexy. “I guess that now I just may have to bend way over.“
Mike continued to nibble at the neck. “Why, do you need to be paddled?”
Aubrey grabbed the towel from his grip, and then tossed it on the bed. She resumed the swaying of her bottom against him. “What I have in mind doesn’t involve a paddle. As I’ve told you, most of this is new to me. But I’ve long wondered what it felt like to be bending over and get screwed energetically from behind.”
Mike hugged her more tightly as her swaying and teasing continued. He leaned down and resumed nibbling at her neck and ear. “Did I hear you say… energetically?”
Aubrey then slowly bent down, swaying back and forth, and then placed her hands near her ankles. She looked around at him and winked and blew a kiss.
They lay on the bed, Aubrey on her stomach while Mike softly stroked her back and bottom. Mike shook his head. “That was incredible for me… I just wish your toes could have been curled in the process.”
She turned her head and looked at him. “That’s all right. We have lots of evening left. Anyway I just love you so much. I could tell that you sure were having a good time. And remember, the absence of a climax did not mean I didn’t enjoy that like crazy. It still felt good from my angle.”
All of a sudden, Aubrey lifted her head up and smiled. “I didn’t tell you what Marlene gave me for a wedding present.” She got up on all fours and crawled over to her nightstand and pulled the drawer open, and with dramatic flair, she pulled out and displayed a vibrator. With her cheeks turning red, Aubrey handed it to Mike. “I’m sworn to secrecy that Marlene gave this to me, but she thought we might have fun with it. She got it in the mail just before the epidemic hit, and never had a chance to use it. She says she has others, so she can spare it.” They both began to laugh as Aubrey placed it beneath her pillow. She looked up at Mike and blew him a kiss: “Have I told you that I love you?”
He leaned down and kissed her on the neck. “And I love you too. I just love being here with you like this. We’ve known each other for a few days, but I feel like I have known you forever.”
Aubrey turned on her side and drew herself to him. “But don’t I seem like a terrible match for someone like you? My compulsive behavior… and I like to be spanked… I have to be paddled sometimes, and I’m still not sure if I love that or hate it. Are you sure I’m not too screwed up for you? Are you sure if I mess up and steal again, you’ll still want me?”
“You may be a challenge… I’ll give you that. And even if you steal again, I will still love you just as much, because I understand what’s going on. So yes, if you steal again I will still love you as much as I do now. I will paddle the living daylights out of you if that happens… I promise you that as well. It would make that first paddling I gave you seem like a birthday spanking. But I love the person that you are. You don’t have to be just like everybody else. There are so many things I love about you, they just outweigh any of those little quirks you have. And by the way… I enjoy some of those quirks. In fact, that lovely bottom still has a rosy glow from last night.”
Aubrey began to rub her hand over his hip and thigh. “Oh it does, does it?”
“Yes… and I find it rather sexy.”
“Well, the manner in which I got that rosy glow on my bottom… I found that rather sexy. Because I got paddled…” She kissed his chest. “… and paddled.” She reached back and began to stroke his buttocks. “… and paddled some more. I loved every minute of it… every… single… stinging… smack.”
Aubrey suddenly displayed a mischievous expression. “I really… really loved that second paddling you gave me last night. I loved the way you smacked me just hard enough to make it sting pretty good, but I never would have had a problem with handling the pain, except I had been paddled pretty good and hard right before that. But it was just so… yummy… so sensual… then those crazy hands of yours went to work. That was unbelievable… then that sizzling hot grand finale with the paddle… wow.
“But you know what…? I’m going crazy just remembering it. I think I could go for a nice… long… kind of mild… kind of stingy… kind of sexy… wedding night bottom warming… right now.”
Mike pulled her closer, and then applied a few tickling licks to each nipple before reaching beneath the pillow and retrieving the paddle. He sat up, took Aubrey by the hand and helped her off the bed. He went to their closet and retrieved two folded blankets and placed them on the center of the bed, then stacked their pillows on top of them. With a flourish and a sweeping motion of his hand, he silently invited Aubrey to assume an inviting position. Without hesitation, Aubrey hopped onto the bed and scrambled to settle in, bent over the pillows and blankets. Mike then knelt on the bed next to her, and began to tap the paddle against her bottom.
He started the teasing and tortuous circular stroking of her lower bottom with the paddle until he began to hear her expressions of contentment and arousal. Then he drew the paddle just a few inches away, and then returned it with a quick snap of his wrist, providing a stinging “whack”. Aubrey’s midsection wiggled in reaction to the sting, but she also giggled in response.
The circular stroking resumed, and then the paddle began to move back and forth across the spot that had just been swatted for the first time. The paddle moved away, then “whack… whack”, the second one arriving with a slightly increased velocity.
Now it was Mike’s hand rubbing her bare bottom, caressing and probing until moments later it was replaced by the paddle once again. Then, “whack… whack… whack”. Again, the final smack of the set was just slightly harder than the others.
Once again, Aubrey was in ecstasy as the fingertips returned, their movements and explorations giving her chills in spite of the warmth of the flesh on her bottom cheeks. Mike continued to caress, and then spoke in a quiet voice: “I hope this is okay. Do you have any requests?”
He continued to caress, and Aubrey attempted to respond but suddenly sucked in her breath as a fingertip accomplished a most advantageous maneuver. “Actually, I…uumph… have two…oh…oh, my… two requests.”
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Mike’s fingers began to slide down the crack of her bottom. “What’s your first request?”
“Promise me you’ll…oh… my…gosh… keep doing this for…uhmm… a while.”
Mike began to laugh. “And your second request?”
“When you’re done doing…oh…uhm… this…”
Mike increased the intimacy of his massage as he awaited the rest of the answer. “Yes, Aubrey?”
“That you’ll…oh…oh, my…uhm… start all over…WOW… again.”
Mike leaned down and kissed each warm pink cheek, then resumed the back and forth stroking with the paddle. “Whack”.
Aubrey then felt the paddle once again working in a circular motion, then “Whack… whack”.
She again felt Mike’s fingertips stroking her throughout the crack of her bottom, then “whack… whack… whack”, and as had been the case before, the last smack always connected with an extra dose of sting.
The paddle, once again, began to rove across the increasingly warm buttocks, now sliding lower across her inner thighs then up through her bottom crack before returning to the target area. Then, “whack… whack… whack… whack”. Mike then saw that Aubrey was beginning to squirm, and while he assumed she was starting to feel some significant discomfort, he noticed that she had slid slightly forward, and was, as a result, increasing the angle at which she was bent and vulnerable to the paddle and his teasing fingertips.
“Whack… whack… whack… whack… whack”. He hesitated for a moment, while consulting his intuition, then brought the paddle back farther and surprised Aubrey with a loud and sharp “POW…POW”.
He laid the paddle down, then immediately set his fingertips to work on every sensitive square inch of the midsection of Aubrey’s body. In response, she strained to arch her back even more, as Mike stroked and probed until she cried out with a loud moan while Mike continued the deep caresses.