I love you, baby girl. Please stay out of trouble and take care of yourself. I miss you!
Forever Yours,
Don
* * * * *
Faith picked up the phone and dialed her mother. Did she finish traffic school? With the excitement of the baby, Donavon's absence and life, she could not remember.
"Hello, chittlins. What's up?"
"Hey, Daddy. Do you remember if I did that traffic school or not? I was just thinking about it."
"Yes, you complained about it for two weeks before it began and after it was over. Why bring it up now?"
"Donavon's letter reminded me," Faith said with relief. "It really was a waste of time, you know."
"Don't do the crime if you won't do the time, Faith. I was a cop, remember? No sympathy."
"Oh yeah. Well, technically, it really should not have mattered..."
"Tell that to your husband."
That was exactly what Faith had said to Donavon as he held the ticket in his hand and looked at her sternly. It was one month before he was to leave for Thailand.
"Care to explain, Faith?"
"I can go to traffic school and have no points on my license. So technically, I didn't get a ticket."
"What am I holding in my hand? A citation for going ninety-five in a fifty-five zone?"
"Not really," Faith said carelessly, "I was going ninety. His thingy was off."
"Ninety? You could have killed yourself!" Donavon barked, his fist closing around the yellow paper.
"There was no one on the road, and the weather was clear. The cop was just bored and...."
"NINETY?" Donavon repeated, his face reddening.
"It's no big deal. I wasn't endangering anyone..."
"Except yourself. Go to the bedroom."
"Why?"
"Why?" Donavon repeated, holding the piece of paper in the air. "You are asking me why? I told you countless times that you are to obey traffic laws and keep safe. You already have one ticket on your license for running that red light."
"I told you that it wasn't my fault! The sun was in my eyes and I couldn't see that it had changed. Even the cop was more reasonable than you were."
"He ticketed you for reckless driving. How was he more reasonable?"
"He didn't shout at me," Faith said stubbornly, crossing her arms.
"You have not heard shouting, young lady. Go to the bedroom and wait for me. We are going to deal with your driving issues once and for all."
"Isn't it enough that I have to pay a fine and go to traffic school? You are so unfair!"
"Don't you stomp your foot at me. I warned you that any tickets you receive would be handled here as well as in the court."
"I told you that technically, I'm not getting a ticket. There will be no points on my record and…."
"Is there a fine to be paid?"
"Yeah, but..."
"And you are being sent to traffic school as a penalty, which allows the points to stay off your license, right?"
"Yes. But you don't understand..."
"I understand plenty. You are in deep trouble, my dear. Very, very deep trouble. I'm getting the cane out for this one."
Faith's eyes widened in disbelief. Sure, she knew he was ticked, but certainly she did not deserve this punishment! "You better not! I'll tell.... someone!"
"Go ahead and tell. In fact, pick up the phone right now and call your dad. I'm sure he would love to know about this."
"You are so mean!"
"So you say. Aren't you going to call him?"
"No!"
"Why not?" Donavon asked calmly, arms still crossed as he looked down at her.
"Because he'll support you. You know how he feels about this stuff. I swear, Don, if you touch me with that thing...."
"Save your threats for later. I am not telling you again. To the bedroom and get your nose in the corner!"
Faith stomped angrily to their room and slammed the door behind her with all the power she could muster. Donavon hated door slamming, almost as much as he despised pouting, but she didn't care.
"You are just making things worse for yourself, Faith," Donavon called from the other room.
Faith kicked the wall as she faced the 'corner of shame', wishing with all her heart that she had been the one to intercept the mail. He would have never known otherwise!
The sound of his footsteps as he approached their bedroom sent chills down her spine. She knew his feelings about safety from the very beginning of their relationship, even to the extent of wearing a bicycle helmet. This was a grave offense in his book, one that he would not overlook at any price. Faith briefly wondered if she could escape through the window before he opened the door. Her thoughts were instantly interrupted by his entrance into the room.
"Damn it, Faith. Of all the things to pull, you had to elect a safety issue? What if you had lost control? I can't live without you, baby. That is why it hurts me so much when you do things like this. It is also why I have to be so strict with you, since words never seem to have much of an impact."
"Don, I swear, I was in full control and the road was totally straight and without one car on it. The speed limit is designed for traffic and multiple drivers, and there was no one..."
"So you are telling me that it is perfectly okay to break the law because there is no one around to see you?"
"No, I'm saying that the purpose of the speed limits is to be safe when there are other people. If there isn't anyone around, and the road doesn't have any curves or hills, it should be null and void."
"Did you try this argument with the judge?"
"Yeah..."
"And what did he say?"
"He gave me the option of paying a fine and going to traffic school instead of putting points on my license. That implies that he agreed..."
"No, it implies that he felt sorry for you, but not enough to eliminate the penalty."
"He was probably trying to save face. Even the cop agreed there was no one on the road, so technically..."
"Then why did he stop you?"
Faith paused to consider her answer. "Because he thought I was cute and then found out I was happily married?"
"I doubt very much that he could see how cute you were going by at that rate. Nice try, though. Put your hands on the arms of my chair and get that backside in the air."
"Don...."
"What is the rule for minding me?"
"That it would be worse if I didn't. I wasn't disobeying, I was just going slowly."
"That earned you a penalty, Faith. Jeans down."
"Donovan! Please..."
"One.... two..."
Faith quickly slipped her pants down past her bottom before he reached 'three' and grasped the soft arms of his reading chair.
"Spread your legs wider and place your forehead on the back of the chair. You are not to move from that spot, got it?"
"Don't do this, Donavon," Faith begged, her body already tensing.
Donavon ran the edge of the thin cane along the mounds of her posterior.
"I have to, Faith. I would rather you carry these marks then end up dead in a ditch."
He swished the instrument in the air and then rested it against her snowy white flesh. With a flick of his wrist, he striped her sharply. Faith howled, lifting herself on the balls of her feet.
"Oh My God! That burns! Noooo!"
"Over the chair, Faith. It's time to pay the piper," Donavon said firmly, pressing her back down.
The cane swished again before silently cutting across the span of her upper thighs. Faith screamed her pain, against bouncing on her toes. A third stroke crossed the first two, leaving a bright red welt that looked like the letter 'N'. Faith's squirming increased and she began to wag her bottom back and forth to avoid the next blow.
"I have all night, Faith. You are not going to leave here until I am good and ready. Be still and get that bottom in the air."
"I'm sooooory!" she bawled as the fourth cane stroke crossed the others.
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"Two more of these and then we get down to business," Donavon informed her sternly, holding her shoulders down.
"Nononooooo..." Faith begged, screeching as the fifth lash bit into her tender bottom. The sixth fell quickly and she reached back to grasp her scalding behind.
"We will have none of that, young lady," Donavon said, pulling her hands from her bottom and leading her to the bed where she was deposited across his knee. Before she could utter a sound, his palm began to fall in rapid succession over the red-welted bottom, quickly coloring the remaining areas from a stark white to an angry crimson. He was heavy handed and knew exactly how to get his errant wife's undivided attention. She begged for mercy as he spanked her. She promised to be perfect, obey every rule, take the bus... but nothing she said gave him cause to slow down or lighten the blows. Finally, the sobbing words came that allowed him to stop.
"You're right, Donavon." Faith cried out, barely able to enunciate through her weeping, "It was selfish and stupid and I didn't mean to hurt you by risking myself. Please forgive me."
He flexed his sore hand before laying it gently across her swollen, bruised backend. Faith cried limply, her body shaking as it remained in its place over his broad, muscular thighs. Slowly, he pulled her to a sitting position, cupping her roasted buns with his hands as she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried.
Faith knew that his heart had to be aching almost as much as her bottom. She begged his forgiveness again, pleading with him to accept her apology.
"Shhh, it's over. You paid the price and you are forgiven. Just remember what happened here tonight, okay?"
"Yes, Donavon," she sniffed miserably.
"And Faith? If you don't take that class, we will have a repeat of this evening. Understand?"
"Yes, Donavon," Faith whispered, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Good girl. Go get your flannel nightgown. You are going to bed early tonight."
"But it's only five!"
"You are grounded to this room for the rest of the weekend. I will let your parents know that we won't be joining them for dinner Sunday, and why."
"No, Don, please. They can't know that you spank me."
"They know full and well that you are spanked, and they both approve whole-heartedly. I told them right after we started dating that I had a spanking policy. I gave them the option to forbid me to see you."
"But I was already an adult and...."
"Living under their roof. They not only approved, but your father strongly suggested I put the policy into action frequently. He warned me that you were a bit hard-headed," Donavon smiled, pulling the nightgown over her head and adjusting her hair around the collar. "To bed now. I will bring you dinner later."
"I'm sorry," Faith said sadly.
"I know you are. But it's done now. I love you."
"I love you, too."
CHAPTER 8
Letter #6
My darling wife,
I nearly lost it today when I overheard one of the men make an excuse for being late to duty. He said he was talking to a bird that was sitting on the edge of his tent and lost track of time. No, he's not nuts... no more than the rest of us are. Just flaky at times. Of course, his excuses are nothing like the ones you've come up with!
I must say you are a very inventive young woman. I hope to see you put that imagination to work one day. Maybe you should reconsider writing that novel you have always wanted to do. Hell, you went to college to be a lit Captain... let's show the world what you are made of. I have faith that you can do it, baby. Take the chance and try. Promise me!
Things are still pretty wet here so, instead of a flower, I'm sending you a feather from the 'talking bird'. Would you believe it was still there when we went back to the shelters? Pretty little thing, mainly green and very interested in the hulking two legged monsters that were in its territory. It had no intention of going anywhere, either. Again, very much like you!
I miss you so much it hurts and I love you so much I can't breathe at times.
Forever yours,
Don
Faith twirled the green feather in her hand. He had been pestering her forever to write her book, a lovely little fiction piece filled with romance and adventure. Her excuses were many, starting from a lack or inspiration to the moon shining too brightly through the window. Yet, she had the ability to dig her nails in when she wanted something and she would not budge until she got what she wanted. And more…
* * * * *
“I’m going with you.”
“Not this time, baby. I’m going to be too busy to spend any time with you and you will be bored silly,” Donavon explained patiently as he began packing his suitcase.
Faith tossed hers on the bed and began packing as well; ignoring the frown her handsome husband was sending her way. “Like it or not, I am going. I already booked the ticket on the same flight and spoke to the Captain. He said you were all assigned separate rooms in the BOQ and it was fine that I went.”
“You spoke to my boss!” Donavon roared. “Faith, do you have any idea how that undermines me?”
“Get that male ego out of the way. There is no way I am going to turn down the opportunity to go to Hawaii. I plan on spending all my time on the beach watching my two-legged sea monster haul heavy equipment in and out of the water.”
“I swear, Faith, you are trying my patience. I don’t want to be worrying about you while I’m trying to work.”
“There is nothing to worry about. I’m just going to be getting a good tan.”
“You are going to be getting a good tanning all right, young lady. Cancel those tickets this minute. You are not going.”
“Watch me.” Faith stared right back at him, nose to nose.
Donavon’s cheek twitched with both anger and amusement. Like a dog with a bone, his lovely wife was not about to let go until she was good and ready.
“If you go, missy, you will be getting spanked every night you are there. And I don’t care who hears you cry.”
“Threatening me is not going to change my mind, mister,” Faith growled back. “I am going and you are going to like it. Especially if I let you make love to me.”
“Pardon me?” Donavon closed his suitcase and pulled himself to his full height of 6’2”. “Are you actually using sex to get me to agree?”
“Yup, and by the looks of things, it’s working,” she answered back, pointing to his growing bulge.
“You little brat…” Donavon said, capturing her in his arms and holding her snugly against him. “As soon as we land and get settled, you are going to get the whupping of your life.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Faith said, her lips grazing his as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. “You are so full of it. I can always tell when you really aren’t angry with me.”
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” Donavon nibbled her chin. “I’m still going to spank you until you can’t sit. I really should do that before the flight, but I don’t want to be listening to you whine.”
“I am smart. I married you, didn’t I?” Faith said slyly, reaching between them to release his engorged cock from his sweat pants. She trailed her lips down over his belly and gently wrapped them around the bobbing head.
Donavon groaned, stroking her hair. “I was the smart one. I married a women who could use her mouth for more things than getting herself in trouble,” he forced out as she began to make love to his shaft. She twirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge and along the soft underside while stroking his balls and inner thighs with her hands. Faith smiled, pulling his length between her hot, wet lips and swallowing him to the back of her throat. He teased her about being ‘special’ and not having a gag reflex, a special skill that benefitted both of them. In and out, she milked his silky shaft with her cheeks and tongue, tightening her throat muscles as she held him deeply. She began to hum softly, contented with the feel of his sweet cock in her mouth and the delicious scent of his body. His balls began to tighten and she i
ncreased the volume of her humming and the suction around his pulsating organ. She could taste him on her tongue, the sweet and slightly salty flavor that was uniquely him. His cock began to swell and stiffen, and she prepared herself for the eruption of his delectable ambrosia.
“Oh, Faith…” he moaned, exploding into her throat. Faith continued to hum happily as he coated her mouth with his hot juices, and she savored his flavor until he slowly pulled himself away.
Donavon lifted her chin to face him, his eyes heavy with passion. “Fine, you may go. But you will behave yourself, got it?”
“Of course, darling. Don’t I always behave?” Faith said mischievously. Donavon did not respond.
They arrived at the BOQ late the following evening. The training itinerary was on the dresser along with the room numbers of the rest of the squad. Donavon frowned.
“It seems as though your friend the Captain felt it important to bunk us far away from everyone else. Too bad.”
“Why do you say that?” Faith asked, stretching her arms lazily over her head.
Donavon cracked his knuckles and beckoned to her, “Because I was hoping someone would get to hear what is about to happen. I promised you a spanking when we arrived and for every night after, and you are going to get one. Here and now.”
“We just got here! Don….”
“Haven’t you learned not to argue with me? Get your bottom over my lap,” he ordered, sitting on the bed’s edge and patting his thigh.
Faith pouted, dragging her feet as she approached him. “I hate being spanked,” she whined as he shifted her bottom under his hand.
“Then stop doing things that result in being punished. Put those hands down. You know better.”
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