Covert Cravings

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Well,” he said out loud, staring at his computer screen, “you’ll figure it out, Emily, one way or another.”

  He was amazed at the huge amount of information available on spanking, and Dominance and submission. The sites were endless and there seemed to be conflicting guidelines. After a while he realized he just had to take what felt right to him and forget the rest.

  Returning to her blog, he noticed some consistencies in her narrative. She was almost always blindfolded, she often had her hands tied while being spanked, and being spanked was something she went to great lengths to describe.

  A plan began formulating in his mind.

  Chapter Five

  “I’m telling you, Emily, he knows,” Sam insisted.

  Emily had sent her friend a 911 text insisting they meet for lunch at their usual meeting spot. They met at the same Thai restaurant where she would be picking up dinner. She didn’t care that she’d be having Thai twice in one day. Seeing Sam was vital.

  “But how could he?” Emily asked. “I mean… he thinks I’m Internet shopping.”

  Samantha rolled her eyes.

  “How long did you think that excuse was going to last? I don’t know how he knows but he knows. It’s typical Dom behavior. He’s playing with you.”

  Emily sighed.

  “You really think there’s a Dom in him?”

  “Certainly seems like it,” Sam replied. “And regardless of what you think I’ll bet you dollars to donuts he knows. If you’re sure he doesn’t have any idea about your blog maybe it’s just the way you’re acting. Maybe you’re sending out a vibe.”

  “Huh, maybe you’re right,” Emily said, thinking that theory made more sense.

  “Why don’t you test him? You’re always late and he hates it right? I mean, isn’t that one of your main fantasies? That he’ll spank you for keeping him waiting?”

  “Ssssh,” Emily said, frantically looking around to see if anyone had heard them.

  “Oh stop. No one cares,” Sam said. “Tell him you’re getting off early and you’ll be home at 5:30, then show up at your usual time.”

  “Oh my gosh. That will really piss him off,” she said, a wicked smile crossing her face.

  “Do it. Show up really late and hand him the hairbrush and see what happens,” Sam suggested, delighted at herself for coming up with the idea.

  “Ok. I will,” Emily agreed. “Oh my gosh,” she repeated, and then let out a little squeal.

  At 6 pm, as Emily left the boutique and headed for home, she was tempted to call him. She was feeling guilty. He’d been really happy when she’d called and told him she’d be home early. Now the whole scheme just felt stupid. She desperately wanted to let him know things had changed. It was the considerate thing to do. But if her plan had any chance of succeeding she couldn’t. As she pulled into the parking lot of the drugstore to buy the hairbrush, she felt a nervous chill prickle down her spine.

  But there was something Emily didn’t know. When she had called Scott informing him she would be home early there was something in her voice that gave him pause. He knew her – knew her intonations – and he decided to check out her story.

  At 5:30 he called the store. He knew Suzanne answered the phone 99% of the time. Emily was almost always out front with the customers or working on her displays. He’d told Suzanne he was planning a surprise for Emily and asked her if Emily would be leaving on time. As soon as he heard the truth, that Emily was leaving when the store closed, at 6, he planned his own visit to the drugstore to coincide with hers.

  Emily walked into the brightly lit pharmacy and glanced around. It wasn’t as busy as she expected it to be, just a few people, like her, stopping in for bits and pieces on their way home from work. She was walking toward the beauty department when she stopped in her tracks. Scott was walking towards her, hairbrush in hand.

  “Hey Bunny,” he said, walking up to her smiling.

  “I – uh – don’t understand? I was coming here to buy that for you,” she stammered.

  “And I beat you to it. When you weren’t home by 5:45 and you hadn’t called, I figured you must have got hung up at the shop and would probably forget. So I figured I’d just run out and pick it up myself,” he explained, casually turning down an aisle, taking him from the main area of the store.

  “Oh. Well, ok then,” she answered, falling into step beside him.

  “Did you get the Thai food,” he asked, continuing to walk in the opposite direction of the doors and check out at the registers.

  “I did. I got it at lunchtime when I met Sam,” she replied quickly.

  “Really? You’re having it twice?” he asked.

  Damn. Why did I tell him that?

  “Oh – um – Sam really needed to talk to me about something so I had to meet her. I don’t mind,” she declared, waving her arm in the air. “It’s fine.”

  “I see,” he said, turning again and heading toward the very back of the store.

  “So, home then,” she declared, still following, wondering where he was going.

  They had reached the swinging doors that lead to the stock room and public restrooms.

  “Come with me,” he said, blithely, as he pushed through them.

  A quick glance around the open area told him they were alone.

  “What? Why?” she asked, following him, her curiosity peaked.

  “Remember how I described this to you on the phone today?” he said in a hushed, gravelly voice, holding up the hairbrush.

  She could feel her face redden and her pulse quicken. She didn’t quite know what to say – or do.

  “Uh huh,” she stammered.

  “I can’t stop thinking about it,” he said, taking hold of her elbow. “The fact is you were going to be very late home tonight and you didn’t call me,” he said, leaning forward and whispering in her ear.

  What’s he doing? OMG!

  “Uh huh,” she squeaked. “Really sorry about that.”

  “If it’s good enough for husband’s in the 50’s I think it’s good enough for boyfriends today!” he exclaimed, “and I think your lack of consideration calls for a swat,” he announced.

  Before she could respond he let it fly fast and hard, right in the center of her backside. The hot sting blazed through skin, suggesting there was no protection whatsoever from her panties and dress. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be delicious, and romantic and exciting and...

  “Well. I enjoyed that,” Scott declared, dropping her elbow. “Next time you’re going to be late call me,” he said brusquely, and headed out through the swinging doors, but stopped, holding one open for her.

  “Are you coming?” he said impatiently. “I’m hungry.”

  Emily stepped forward, shaking and aghast. What just happened? She had no idea how to react. Should she be incensed? He just smacked her butt in the stockroom of a drugstore! How dare he! But damn – he actually did it. Scott! Her Scott. Her easy-going, unflappable, understanding, sweet adorable Scott.

  Her face felt as red as her bottom and she was warm and moist between her legs. As she fell in to step beside him, he quickened his pace so she had to hurry to keep up. There were only two people in line at the cash register ahead.

  “Bunny, you go on home and get the dinner ready,” he said, with just the hint of an edge to his tone. “I’d like it on the table when I come in. I’m starving.”

  “Sure,” she said, still completely unnerved and happy to have some time alone to gather her thoughts – and to call Sam. She reached her head up and pecked him on the cheek, then hurried out to her car.

  Pulling out of the parking lot she called Sam’s number. It went immediately to voicemail.

  Dammit, she complained out loud.

  It wasn’t far to their house but the short drive was uncomfortable. She was shocked at how just one good smack could cause such an annoying burn on her bottom.

  Well – you wanted to piss him off.
You wanted him to spank you. He did! So what are you bitching about? You got exactly what you wanted!

  “Not exactly!” she shouted to the voice in her head. “I wanted the whole romantic thing. The whole, come here young lady, thing!”

  She pulled into their driveway and grabbed the take-away from the floor on the backseat. Having been in the boutique refrigerator all afternoon it would need to be heated. Moving into the kitchen she thought about how easily he had ordered her home, and then to have dinner waiting when he returned. It suddenly struck her that he’d never done that before. Well, not in the same way. Not like a command.

  Quickly, she set the table in the kitchen, popped the paper containers in the microwave and while ignoring the half empty bottle of wine, reached for her favorite tranquilizer: vanilla vodka. She had learned that wine just made her sleepy and gave her a headache, but a mouthful of vodka took the edge off with no side effects. By the time she heard his car park next to hers everything was ready, and even though she’d downed a mouthful of the icy liquor, she was still a nervous wreck.

  He walked into the kitchen and threw his keys on the center island.

  “Hey babe,” he smiled at her. “Smells great.” Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked to the sink and washed his hands. She moved across and stood next to him, handing him a towel.

  “What was that?” she asked, staring up at him.

  “What was what?” he replied, innocently.

  “You know – in the store!” she exclaimed.

  “That was just what I told you. If it was good enough for the husbands in the 50’s, it’s good enough for boyfriends now,” he replied, casually, then added, “is your bottom still stinging?”

  The gymnasts started bouncing around and the whole dry mouth thing was back.

  “Is it?” he pressed.

  “Well, what do you think?” she snapped. She didn’t mean to and instantly wanted to take it back.

  “Sorry, sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to bark at you.”

  “Don’t do it again,” he said firmly. “Now let’s eat.”

  Chapter Six

  They had finished their dinner and chatted about everything except the swat with the hairbrush in the stock room of the drugstore. It was the biggest elephant in the smallest room she could possibly imagine. He had shut her down so artfully she didn’t dare bring it up again. They had washed and dried the few dishes from dinner, watched some TV and were headed to bed. She wanted to finish her blog – desperately!

  “Online shopping again tonight?” he asked, as he stood up from the couch.

  “Um, no. I need to write some ad copy for the store though. It won’t take me long,” she answered. “Fifteen minutes at the most.”

  “Ok. Fifteen minutes. If you’re not naked next to me in 17 minutes I’m coming to get you,” he warned, with humor in his voice.

  She stood up from the couch and was headed to her computer on the small desk against the bay window when he grabbed her and spun her around.

  “Bunny,” he said, staring at her intensely. “You know I love you. You know that right?”

  He was holding her by her upper arms, his fingers tightly wrapped around her like tiny, strong tentacles.

  “Yes, Scotty, of course. And I love you,” she replied.

  He lifted a hand up to her hair, intertwining her locks in his fingers, then yanked her head back. She gasped – stunned by the abrupt quickness of the movement.

  “Close your eyes,” he breathed.

  Emily’s heart was racing. Another first. Her knees felt wobbly and as she closed her eyes she could feel his other hand lift from her arm and slide down her back to her backside. He clutched her ass, squeezing hard, reigniting the burn from his one, sound swat.

  “Ooooh, Scotty,” she cried.

  “Yes baby? What? What do you want to say to me?” he asked, breathing the words into her ear.

  “I don’t know – I’m just so – oh my God, Scott. You’re just making me so hot,” she whined.

  Dropping her hair, his hand joined its partner on her bottom grabbing both her cheeks, and before she could think he had her up and off the floor. Instinctively her legs wrapped around his waist and she threw her arms around his neck.

  “Your ad copy can wait,” he growled, throwing her on the couch.

  She let out a sharp cry as she landed, and grabbing her legs he flipped her over on her knees. Unzipping his fly he freed his cock and approached. The hem of her dress was hanging mid thigh and with a flip of his wrist it was up and over her waist. Her pretty red lace panties were staring at him. Holding his cock with one hand, he breezed the other across her ass for a moment, then grabbed the elastic waist and snatched it down. The pink imprint of the hairbrush was clearly visible and he traced its outline with his finger.

  “Oh Scotty,” she whimpered. “That’s – ohhhh, that’s – amazing.”

  His cock was bursting to the sight of his handiwork. The sole smack on her bottom was stirring him in ways he’d never imagined. He wanted to spank her. He wanted to spank her badly, but he would restrain himself and settle for only a few slaps.

  One step at a time, he told himself.

  “Have I told you what a great ass you have?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, placing his cock against her glistening door. “Baby, it’s gorgeous – especially with that bright red mark.”

  He saw her pussy undulate with the remark and accepted the invitation, pushing forward, impaling her.

  Emily was beside herself. This was a Scott she never knew existed. When he traced his finger across the ‘mark’ she thought she would die from – from what? Now he was taking her from behind on the couch.

  “Cat got your tongue?” he asked gruffly, thrusting into her with powerful, vigorous strokes. “I asked you if you knew you had a great ass,” he repeated, but this time landing a hard slap on her right cheek.

  “Argh,” she yelped, startled by the unexpected smack on her rump. “I’m glad you like it,” she replied, feeling foolish.

  “Like it? Baby, I love it,” he said, fondling as he continued to pump her. “I love it a lot.”

  “Scotty… Scotty,” she cried. “Oh my God. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Smack my ass!”

  Aaaarrgggh.... I said it. I can’t believe I said it!

  Not needing a second request Scott pumped her furiously, and every three or four strokes smacked her bottom, moving from cheek to cheek. He was so turned on by watching her full, round moons turn glowing pink from his spanking, it was taking massive self control not to release his load and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself at bay.

  “Play with yourself,” he said sharply. “Come on, baby... I wanna see you come.”

  Instantly, Emily dropped her hand between her legs. Her panties were still around her thighs and his jeans were slapping against her, the rough denim adding to the heat of her slapped backside. She soon found out her clit was swollen and sensitive, and as her fingers started their dance the reaction was immediate.

  Scott could feel her walls milking him. He stopped his slapping and grabbed her hips, jerking her back to him. He had never fucked her so aggressively and she loved it. He knew she loved it because he could feel her hot juices overflowing. But he wasn’t fucking her this way because he thought she would love it – he was fucking her this way because he wanted to! Because he wanted to take her, possess her, control her.

  The realization spurred him on, and as he heard her breath grow rapid and her cries turn into shrill gasps, he plunged forward, then abruptly stopped.

  “Oh Scott, fuck me... fuck me... why did you stop?” she cried.

  “Because I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he answered, his voice cool – commanding.

  ‘What? I – I ––– ooooohhhh...” she moaned. He had denied her. He had never denied her. Not once. Not one single time.

  Oh God. This was in one of my blogs! He must have read it. He must have!

  But it was a fleeting tho
ught. She couldn’t stand it and wriggled and squirmed, trying to entice him to do more. She was rewarded with two very hard slaps, one on each cheek.

  “No!” he barked. “You wait.”

  “Scott, please,” she begged.

  “Shush!” he said sharply. “Be quiet. Be quiet and still”.

  And to his great surprise she obeyed.

  Reaching forward and under her he slapped her hand away from her sex, placing his own fingers against her. She was about to moan but recalled his decree, and bit her lip. He circled slowly, then a little faster, then pressed and pinched her sweet swollen nub. He remembered reading something about pussy clamps and the thought made him pinch each of her lips. She gasped but did not cry out. He returned his fingers to her clit and rubbed persistently, demanding its response, and though she was quiet and still, her breathing accelerated and her pussy throbbed against him. He knew she was nearing her moment.

  “Take over,” he growled, pulling his hand from between her sex, and rising up he readied himself for the finish line.

  Pulling his cock back, holding her hips in a vice like grip, he started to stroke. Slowly at first, then a little faster, and faster, increasing his speed until he was pounding into her, listening to her cries of surprise and hunger.

  Her fingers were working furiously, but he was fucking her furiously and she dropped her hand down to support herself. She surrendered to the feeling – the intensity of his cock that was feeling huge inside her. She could feel the orgasm building, but it was different. It was thicker, bigger, stronger....

  Oh my God. I’m going to come with just his cock...

  Never, not once in her life, had she been able to achieve orgasm without her hand constantly stimulating her clit.

  “Scott, I’m…” she cried, but she couldn’t finish the sentence. Her explosion rocketed through her body, a storm of fork lightening sparking through her.