“Okay, okay… I get it,” she cut off his teasing. Her cheeks flushed, still concerned that she had enjoyed the spanking too much, and feeling a bit uncomfortable with that, she added with a frown, “I’m confused about all of it. I liked it. Does that make me a masochist or something?”
“No. You don’t necessarily need pain to get off. ‘Pain’ is pushing it in this case, by the way. That was a very mild spanking. You were barely pink and I suspect that if I turned up the lights and took a close look right now, any color you had has already faded.”
“Never mind that.”
His soft laugh was brief, and then he became serious. “You lock down your emotions tightly, Lanie. This was only the second time I’ve seen you cry since we’ve been married.”
“I hate weepy women.”
“So you’ve said, but it is another effective outlet for stress. How did you feel after the spanking when you let the tears come?”
“Relieved, I guess.”
“You guess? This isn’t a time for mincing words. Tell me about the emotions you felt. Or maybe I need to take you over my knee again to get to the bottom of this.”
“No! And that was an awful pun.”
He didn’t answer except to palm one ass cheek firmly in warning.
“Fine. I felt relief, but it was more than that… it was freeing. I don’t know how to explain… Intense is the right word, I suppose, and exhilarating. Embarrassing too, but that came after. It felt so good to let it out, that I actually feel much better.”
“As I’d hoped, except the embarrassing part. We need to work on that because there is no reason for you ever to feel ashamed about what we do. I love and cherish you—all of you. That means the good, the bad and even the ugly.”
Her hands flew to her face, wiping at her cheeks and below her eyes. “I bet I’m a real mess. I’m an ugly crier—my nose gets all runny and my eyes get red. That’s another reason I try very hard not to do it.” He pinched her behind lightly and she stopped. Ethan hated negative self-talk of any fashion. “Sorry.”
“So, in a nutshell, for you, a spanking is therapeutic. For whatever reason, you need permission to let go, or forgiveness for what you feel is a weakness, and the freedom to find your emotional release. That’s where I come in. By giving me control, you can absolve yourself of all responsibility, even if subconsciously. Whether in play or for real when you need it, I’ll take the blame, be your hero or the bad guy. Whatever you need and whenever you need it, I’m here for you baby, because I love you. Make sense?”
“No. I don’t want to blame you, and you shouldn’t have to carry the burden of all my crap.”
“Why should you care if it’s something that I want to do?”
“Because it’s not fair. You’re my husband, not my whipping boy.”
“Hmm, intriguing idea, but in this relationship I’ll be the one holding the whips.”
“What do you mean, like master and slave girl or something?”
“If you like,” he grinned. “I think you would look sexy in a harem outfit. I was also thinking about a scene between a teacher and his naughty student. That should come naturally. Or, the policeman who pulls over a sexy speeder, but instead of a ticket, he paddles her sassy butt over the hood of his cruiser.”
Handcuffs instantly came to mind and Ethan in uniform. Damn. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, I see.”
“I’ve got a devious mind. I learned from years of working with the most devious element out there; criminals and college students.” He flashed a grin, which she readily returned, noting again how very handsome he was. “I’ll take the lead on the scenarios, but feel free to give me suggestions. So, are you willing to give it a try and see if it helps you relax?”
“I guess so.”
“That’s what I like. A very decisive answer,” he said with a sigh.
She smacked him lightly on the shoulder and then squealed as he squeezed her and rolled them as one, her back to the bed. Looking up at him, she searched his beloved features. His sable brown hair was overly long and in need of a cut, but mussed as it was from her fingers, it was very sexy. His distinctive brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate with subtle variations of tawny brown, were ringed by a dark outer edge and fringed with long curly lashes that any girl would kill for.
Dipping her gaze, she concentrated on his full lips. She knew how soft they felt against her own, so very kissable. They curved often into an easy smile and when he grinned broadly, he had the hint of a dimple in his right cheek. Forget handsome, her husband was freaking gorgeous.
As he gazed down at her, she felt bathed in his love—never had she doubted it. Despite his deep affection, she was still uncertain about how she felt about this new twist in their relationship. Hesitantly, she tried to put her thoughts into words, but she couldn’t and only came up with, “I don’t feel very decisive about any of this.”
“Don’t worry, that’s what I’m here for. It should be fun, for the most part. But I promise Lanie, that although this may seem like a game, it’s also very real. Sometimes these lessons may be hard for you to learn, but you’ll always have an out in case it gets too real or you’re afraid.”
“How hard?”
“Trust me, baby. I won’t give you more than you can take.”
“Okay, but I’m afraid your hand may get tired of spanking me. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I can be a real pain in the butt.”
“Mm, I hadn’t noticed, but if my hand gets tired, I’ll take a paddle to your fine ass. If that doesn’t do the job, maybe I’ll dress you up like a naughty school girl and try a traditional cane.”
She gasped, as once again, an image flashed through her mind. Her in a plaid skirt, white cotton panties pulled down around her knees, and Ethan wielding a cane. The capacity for speech left her.
He bent his head, his breath warm against her mouth. In a rough impassioned voice, he whispered, “Believe me, baby, spanking your ass will not be a hardship for me.”
There was no more talk after that as he took over, his tongue plunging greedily inside and claiming her in a hungry kiss. His hand slid up to the back of her head, fingers firmly entangling in her hair, as he held her still, preventing free movement. Not that she wanted to go anywhere. That simple act of dominance—so hot—ignited her passion and she clung to him. Her tongue met his, equaling his appetite. Ethan’s free hand slid down her back until it found an ass cheek, which he palmed firmly. She was so aroused. Her pussy yearned for attention and she found herself pressing up against him, grinding shamelessly against his thigh. As one, they groaned. Their lips parted as they came up for air. He rolled them again until she was on top.
Raising his hips, he ripped at his zipper, his cock springing free as he shoved down his pants, kicking them free. “Straddle me, Lanie,” he growled with hoarse demand. “Take me inside and ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Startled by the absolute want in his voice and his vulgar words, so unlike him, she stared down at him in amazement until a sharp swat on her ass snapped her into action. Whimpering in delighted eagerness, she pushed off his chest, her legs falling to his sides as she straddled his hips.
“Don’t look so surprised, babe. I still have ten minutes.” With his hands encircling her waist, he lifted her higher as his hard length rose insistently between her thighs. “Guide me inside,” he urged. As she lined up the head of his cock with her drenched opening, she inhaled sharply as the head penetrated. He was a big man, and all his parts were proportionate. A brief twinge of unease, not pain or discomfort, still occurred whenever he first entered her. His girth stretched her to the limit, filling her completely, giving her the slightest apprehension, even after all these years. It always took a moment to adjust, before sheer bliss over took her. As she sank onto him, they moaned as one, hers light and breathy, his low and harsh, like an animal growl.
“That’s it, baby. Damn, you feel good around my cock.” Both of his hands on her ass spurred her into motion. “R
ide me, Lanie.”
She responded instantly. The thrill of seeing this new demanding side of her husband, who talked dirty and did the most amazing things to her body, made her already racing heart beat faster. Her pussy pulsed around him as she eagerly obeyed. Being older, a teacher and an experienced litigator, Ethan had a take charge personality and was a natural leader. She had never minded him taking control during sex because he was also respectful of her as a woman and of her career. But tonight, he took it to another level, a kickass, take no prisoner’s alpha male level that really got her going. Though she’d come only minutes ago she was close again.
“Pinch your nipples.”
The words made her gasp as unquestioningly her hands found the taut peaks, firm, achy and needful of attention. He knew her so well.
“Harder, Lanie. Twist and pull on them like I do.”
Her fingers clamped down on her own flesh. Being told what to do and following Ethan’s orders made her excitement more intense. Writhing with pleasure, she threw her head back, her body bowing as she moved atop him in a primal rhythm.
“That’s it. So damn hot.” One large hand on her ass urged her to move faster as the other found her clit, his thumb flicking and rubbing the bundle of nerves until she thought she’d combust. “Don’t let up on those nipples. Pinch them hard while you ride me harder. I want to feel those tight pussy muscles clamp down as you come all over me.”
Her cries filled the air. “Ethan! I’m coming. I can’t help it.”
“Do it, baby. I’m right there with you.”
She did, screaming as he eclipsed the last climax he’d given her, and she convulsed around him in the newest best orgasm of her life. All she could do was hang on as she felt him lose control, thrusting up into her, driving deeper, arching his hips with such force that her knees lifted off the bed. Sitting up, he pulled her against his chest and rolled her yet again, slamming into her like never before. His skin slapped against hers, while his cock nudged fiercely against her cervix. With one final plunge, his release came hard. Her name an ecstatic shout from his lips, quickly changed to a harsh groan as he spent inside.
Beaded with sweat and winded, they clung to each other until their bodies recovered. Several minutes passed with Ethan stirring first. Lifting his head, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Grinning, he propped himself on his forearms. “The hour is up. How do you feel?”
Spent, she barely had the energy to moan in answer, her arms slipping from around his shoulders to fall limp and flaccid with a thump on the mattress.
He nuzzled his face against her neck. “That’s what I thought.” Lifting his head, his gaze burned into hers in all seriousness. “I’ve proven my hypothesis. From now on, I’m in charge, whether in the bedroom or elsewhere, when it comes to managing your stress, your much needed relaxation, or your general health and well-being. Got it?”
“I’d salute you, sir, but I’m too exhausted. I think you’ve killed me.”
Dipping his head, he pressed kisses along her throat and jaw. “Death by spanking and multiple orgasms, is there any better way to go?”
“No sirree! Lord, how I love you, Ethan.”
“I love you too, Lanie.”
“I have one question.”
“Only one, counselor? Are you certain?”
“Smart Aleck. I have one for now, but I reserve the right to recall the witness.”
“Lay it on me, baby.”
“That was really intense. I think we need to revisit my need for a safe word.”
His breath was a gentle brush across throat as he chuckled. “I suppose we should have done that at the top of the hour. What do you think? It needs to be something we will remember, something unusual that you wouldn’t ordinarily say.”
“I have no idea. You choose.”
“Okay.” He pushed up on a forearm, looked down on her thoughtfully, then his dimple appeared. “Mickey Mouse.”
Surprised, she gave a short hoot of laughter. “Why on earth would you choose Mickey Mouse?”
He rolled to his side, settled back against the pillows and snuggled her in close. She wiggled until she fit comfortably alongside him, one leg bending up to lay across his thigh, her arm draping across his chest. She relaxed against him. Forgotten were the stresses of the day and the worries plaguing her at the firm, both replaced by a state of pure contentment in Ethan’s arms. She sighed softly as she listened to his explanation, not caring why anymore, simply enjoying the sound of his deep, sultry voice.
“Remember that conference I had in Orlando when you tagged along?”
“And you played hooky to take me to Disney World, which I hated.”
“Yes, who knew that I married the only red blooded American who hates Disney and by association the most famous mouse in the world.”
“We should have done Epcot.” Her head pillowed on his bicep, she turned enough to kiss his warm skin. “What of it?”
“When you say it, I’ll know that you really mean it because it’s not something you would accidently blurt out in the throes of passion. And during role-play, you can say anything else and not really mean it.”
“Like stop?”
“You got it.”
“Or get out?”
“Hopefully not.”
She giggled, giddy with happiness. “Can I curse you for being an evil minded bastard?”
“Certainly, if you want to double whatever your ass already has coming, that is.”
She paused, as he shifted onto his back. Moving closer as his arms squeezed her tight, she settled her head on his chest. The rhythm of his heart had slowed to normal and the strong, steady beat was a comforting sound against her ear. “Role-play, huh?”
“I’m going to teach you how to relax if it takes everything I’ve got and a frequent blistering of this superb ass to do so.” The hand on her hip moved down and cupped one of the round globes that he loved so much. “Tonight was a successful start and we killed those two birds.”
Her head tilted back to look at him. “Sorry, honey, but my sex numbed brain isn’t working as it should.”
“Teaching you how freeing it is for you to give up control…”
“That’s one.”
“…and showing exactly how much I like taking it. I enjoyed that spanking as much as you did, Lanie.”
“Huh, you never said… Although as a self-proclaimed ass man, I really should have expected that you’d also be a spanker.”
“Funny. I never knew how much so until tonight.”
“I’ll have to thank that psychologist friend of yours at the next faculty Christmas party.”
“No need to wait, we’re having dinner with him and his wife on Wednesday.”
“We’re having dinner with Steven and Beth—” She closed her eyes in horror. “Oh, Ethan, say you didn’t.”
“Yep,” he agreed as he angled her head back with a gentle tug on her hair.
“But Beth and I work together,” she protested.
“Stop worrying. She’ll understand. Beth gets spanked too.”
“No way!”
“Yes way,” he replied. “In fact, Steven said she was the one who suggested it. He said she was always going on about how she thought you’d enjoy life much better if I walloped you every now and again.”
“Walloped!” she exclaimed on a gasp. “Some friend she is.”
“An excellent friend,” Ethan scolded gently. “And an excellent suggestion considering the outcome tonight. You should thank her the next time you see her.”
“Is that an order, sir?”
“No baby, a highly encouraged recommendation.”
Chapter Four
The next time she saw Beth was two days later. They were on a mission—power shopping—and they had an official game plan. First up, Ann Taylor since they had the best suits for court—hands down. Second, Nine West because they had the best shoes—ever. Third, Victoria’s Secret because they had the best… well, of everything else. At the very lea
st, they had everything to make a girl feel feminine and sexy, that made her feel beautiful by wearing it, even if it was underneath where no one could see it. The top priority, however, was to find something to wear to the new faculty welcome dinner the following weekend. As tenured professors, Ethan and Steven were required to attend and their wives were strongly encouraged to as well.
Lanie hit pay dirt at their first stop with the first dress she tried on. She found a sleek boatneck pin dot dress that fit like it had been tailor made for her. It was a deep Egyptian blue with miniscule metallic dots that made the fabric shimmer. Although in a fairly conservative style, which was a requisite for a faculty function, the deep V in the back made it a little bit sexy, the flounce around the hem that hit slightly above the knee gave it a flirty flair, and the matching metallic belt was just plain fun. She loved it.
“I hate you,” Beth grumbled as she came up behind her. She had been watching as Lanie twisted from side to side checking the fit of the dress. A petite brunette, about five years Lanie’s senior, although you couldn’t tell it, she had great big doe eyes and smooth flawless skin. Combined with her diminutive size, she could easily pass for Lanie’s younger sister. As if on cue, she was pouting prettily at Lanie in the mirror. “We’ve been here twenty minutes and you’ve already found the perfect dress. I can’t find anything.”
“Honey—”
“It’s true,” she cut in. “All the dresses here are for people like you with height and curves.”
“I’m sure they have something. Let me change and I’ll help you look.”
Two hours later, they had Beth outfitted with a gorgeous little black dress. Not overly fussy, which would be too much on her small frame, it still had style with small pleats, a scoop neck and a strappy cut out back. She looked chic and sexy, but still traditional enough so as not to send the old guard on the faculty into apoplexy.
Shoes were easy. Lanie selected a four-inch metallic pump that perfectly matched her silver belt, while Beth chose a daring round-toe pump with a crisscross ankle strap and a five-inch heel in a brilliant crimson. She’d said tongue in cheek, “If I can’t wow the old farts with my dress, I’ll kick their asses with my shoes.”
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