Marbury Plains

by Lynn Forest

  WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM. The sounds echoed through the living room as Martin’s hand slammed into her unprotected bottom, and her helpless and exposed flesh was already dark red and felt as if it were on fire.

  WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM. As the spanking went on, Lily’s cries of pain were becoming more urgent, and her feet were kicking at the cushion on the sofa, although she would never allow herself to make any attempt to get up or plead with Martin to stop before she had received what he felt would be sufficient punishment for her to put the incident in her past. WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM… WHAM.

  Anyone standing nearby would have heard a sound like the retort of a firecracker followed by a loud squeal, over and over again, until the sounds had been repeated dozens of time and the room was suddenly still.

  It was nearly noon when Martin began to reluctantly finger the car keys he had withdrawn from his pocket. Lily had her head on his lap, still in her nightshirt. On the floor at the other end of the sofa was a pile of soggy tissues, the only visual evidence, aside from a large patch of red flesh, of what had just taken place two hours before.

  “Sure you’re okay now?” Martin softly caressed her shoulder and back.

  She tilted her head toward him and smiled, her face red and her eyes swollen from tears, but a look of relief on her face nonetheless. “Nothing that some cold cream and a couple of ice packs won’t take care of throughout the rest of the day. Needless to say, I’m not going anywhere.” She began to laugh. “I do need to be able to drive to work tomorrow. After all, I have this really hot guy for a boss, and I don’t want to miss a minute of being around him.”

  “Isn’t he the guy with the gorgeous redhead for a secretary? That woman that he fell in love with right away, and now can’t live without?”

  Lily looked up at him and began to laugh. “I don’t know which of us is the most hopeless.”

  Martin continued to stroke her shoulder. “I’m not sure either, but I know who has the cutest butt.”

  She looked up at him and winked. “I don’t think it’s very cute right now.”

  “Under any conditions, it’s unequaled.” Martin went silent for a moment. “Sure you don’t want me to stay? I can put off reading those reports to some other evening.”

  Lily sat up slowly with a wince. “I think I might find a bag of ice to sit on. But no, I think I need some time to reflect. I’ve needed to get that incident behind me for a long time. I feel like I’m starting over.” She sat up and put her arms around his neck. “I want to start over with you.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her. “And I’m all for that. You call me if you want to talk.”

  She nodded and kissed him once again. “I promise, I will. Actually, I may take a nap. And, I may get out a notepad and try to list all the times we had sex, all of the orgasms I had, and how many times I got my bottom warmed. I may pass out when I’m done.”

  Martin stood and leaned down to kiss Lily, who was still kneeling on the sofa. “Actually, if you like, we could try to arrange another weekend like the one we just spent part of together.”

  Lily opened her eyes wide. “Is that a promise, or is it a threat?”

  Martin leaned down and kissed her once more. “Both.”

  *

  Martin was in the office early the next morning, several minutes before Lily arrived on the scene. Inside her office, he had to summon great willpower to not pull her into his arms and kiss her. They settled for kisses blown from pursed lips, along with some knowingly seductive smiles. Martin could not help but notice that Lily winced and squeezed her eyes shut when she sat down at her chair. She smiled and instinctively looked around to make sure no one else was present. “Driving here this morning was a bitch.”

  Martin started to reply, but the door opened and Cecilia walked in with a cheerful greeting and smile, and a new week at Marbury Plains Preparatory School was underway.

  Cecilia handed Martin an envelope. “I know this is short notice, but I want for you to attend this.” She then wished them a good day and went back to her office.

  Martin looked inside the envelope and pulled out a brochure. “A post high school administration seminar in Austin. I see it’s this weekend.” He looked over at Lily with an expression of disappointment. “I’m going to have to be gone from Friday evening until next Monday morning.”

  Lily summoned up an exaggerated look of disappointment and stuck out her lower lip. “And every evening this week, I’m volunteering to help in the reorganization of all the books at the public library. I guess I’m going to have to find some other loose man to spend a weekend of decadence with while you’re gone.”

  Martin was about to respond with a lighthearted spanking threat when the door opened and a student walked in to submit a medical note to justify an absence from classes the Friday before. Martin laughed and walked into his office, turned on his computer and saw that he had an email from Kathy.

  The ladies still seem to be leery of testing the new sheriff in town after Polly and Helen related their tails (pun intended) of being paddled (quite efficiently and effectively, I would add, speaking from experience). Not expecting total compliance with rules, but the new tactics seem to be having an effect (ouch)!

  Martin could not help but chuckle as he read the message. He hoped that Kathy was right, because it was one thing to spank Lily for their sexual play, or even to help her through a problem. He would prefer to not have to actually administer such punishment to any the students any more than was absolutely necessary.

  However, he smiled to himself as he remembered how Lily had explained to him that hearing that first paddling through her door had unleashed her previously suppressed desires. He shook his head as he thought of just how ironic life could be.

  By the fourth month at school, Martin had become thoroughly acquainted with all of the administrative detail he would be responsible for. He and Lily had worked together well from the first day, although on Wednesday of that week she still teased Martin as she whispered to him that, in spite of his recent admonition to not do so, she still might place a file in the wrong drawer to justify his giving her a paddling. As she did so, even though there was no one else in the office, she leaned down and whispered to him, “Right here, in this office, when we have this administrative building to ourselves.”

  Martin laughed, and the expression on her face made it clear that she was simply joking to tease him, but it did make him feel disappointed once again that they were not able to spend any time with each other that week or the following weekend. In addition, from time to time during the week when she would bring something into his office, she would place her hands on her bottom, purse her lips and whisper: “Oooh ooowww!”

  They made it all the way until Friday without Martin having to cope with a disciplinary referral from Kathy. But that morning, she called Martin to arrange to bring a rule breaker to his office that afternoon. He sighed heavily at the prospect of likely having to administer a paddling as the last thing he would do before he left for the Austin conference.

  Martin pushed the button on his intercom. “Lily, please come in here.” She walked in and sat down as he gestured to a guest chair. Martin was highly distracted by the green flowered dress she was wearing.

  Lily was entertained in seeing that there was a slight blush on his face. “I’m going to need for you to witness a paddling this afternoon.” He began to laugh, then sighed. “As the most recently paddled person in this room, I would like for you to advise me when this happens. I simply don’t have the perspective that you have.” He finished with a mischievous smile.

  Lily responded with her own mischievous grin, even though she was now the one blushing. “I take it that you were pleased with my… assistance… when you paddled Helen?”

  Martin clasped his hands and nodded with a smile. “I most certainly was.” He picked up an email from Kathy that he had printed out. “It seems that a young lady by the name of Belinda Morgan broke curfe
w last night. A member of the security staff saw her entering the dormitory at 12:45 AM, but the guard did not see who opened the door for her.

  “I’m not as concerned about who opened the door, because somebody could have just been walking down the hall and opened the door for her without thinking. Of course, I know that it was likely planned to have someone let her in late, but the guard says that pursuing that would be fruitless. So, for now we are simply going to have to deal with our sneaky little curfew violator Belinda.

  “Kathy tells me that Belinda is nineteen years old, and that she was a good student in high school although she had minor, but frequent problems with school regulations, and home curfews, dating back to the seventh grade, actually. So, what would you suggest?”

  Lily leaned back in the chair and pressed her fingertips together and raised them to her lips. “She’s nineteen; I’m thinking back to how my brain worked at that age. Of course, we’re talking fourteen years ago. At that age, I still wasn’t always seeing the big picture. You could make the argument that I was still that way at age thirty, but that’s another story and you have already heard it. It sounds to me like a simple case of a young lady who has never had the hammer, or in this case the paddle, brought down on her when she needed it.

  “What I would recommend would be for you to simply make her bend over and touch her toes to add to her embarrassment, and then give her five lovely expressions of your displeasure.”

  Martin pursed his lips and nodded. “How hard?”

  Lily began to laugh. “Let’s think back to the five whacks you gave me in my apartment when you were letting me find out what an actual paddling felt like. Not… that… hard!”

  They both laughed before Lily continued. “Think back to the first several ones that you gave Helen before you turned up the heat for the final ones. Like those. I don’t think that a curfew violation is at the same level as marijuana possession. And it’s a fraction of the severity of the things that Polly did. So, that recommendation comes to you from someone who is now well acquainted with the sensation of being recently paddled, and who enjoys it…” Lily stood up, put her hands on the desk and leaned seductively toward Martin, “…way… way… too much.”

  Martin closed his eyes and shook his head. “I wish I could have a drink right now.” He opened his eyes again and gestured toward the chair Lily had been sitting in. “Down, girl.” Lily responded by sitting down slowly, that exaggerated pout on her face once more.

  Chapter 10

  Having arrived several minutes before she was due, Belinda Morgan slowly paced the floor in the waiting area that was part of Lily’s office. She nervously looked around the room, twirling her shoulder length blonde hair around her fingers, then alternately reaching down and smoothing her short yellow skirt over her slender hips and bottom.

  Lily tried to not pay obvious attention to the tense young woman who tried to keep herself calm by reading items on the bulletin board as she bit at her fingernails. Finally, she walked over and leaned against the counter in front of Lily. “Do you think I’m going to get a paddling?”

  Lily placed the file she was holding on her desk, rested her elbows upon it and looked up at Belinda with a kind smile. “The final decision is up to Dr. Simpson. But I think it would be logical for you to be prepared for that to happen.”

  The young woman blew out a deep breath, “I heard that he paddles hard.”

  Lily struggled to suppress a grin that was screaming to emerge. “Yes. That is true. Of course, getting some love taps across your backside would not be much of an incentive to follow the rules, now would it?”

  Belinda closed her eyes and seemed to be struggling not to tremble. “I suppose not.” She began to speak again, then hesitated, then tried once more. “Miss Mercer have you ever been paddled? Do you know what it feels like?”

  At that moment, Lily would have been greatly relieved had Martin opened the door to bring them inside his office. That didn’t happen, so she answered, “Well, I have been paddled, some time ago, of course. And it does hurt very much. The paddle really stings. But once again, that’s the point of getting a paddling. I’m not trying to frighten you, understand, but if Dr. Simpson does paddle you, he will want to do it in a way that will ensure that you won’t want it to happen again.” Unless you are like me!

  Hearing those words, Belinda instinctively placed her hands on her bottom, and then was clearly startled when Martin opened the door to his office.

  Martin motioned for them to come in, and as Lily followed Belinda inside, she felt her face flush as she recalled her words just a minute before, ‘Some time ago…’ Saturday night!

  Belinda stopped in her tracks when she saw that the paddle was lying on his desk, and that the guest chairs had been moved to a corner of the room, providing a wide open area between the desk and the door.

  Martin and Lily saw that once Belinda had taken in the scene and its meaning, she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, and when she opened them there were tears forming.

  Martin crossed his arms and leaned on the edge of his desk. “Belinda, is there any excuse you can give me that could justify you breaking curfew?”

  Belinda gulped loudly, and began to stutter as she tried to respond. “I… I…” She let her arms go limp and she closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t have an excuse.”

  Martin took a deep breath and stepped closer to her. “I’m going to have to give you a good paddling. Please take off your blazer and give it to Miss Mercer.”

  Belinda did as instructed, and Lily hung the coat on a hook on the back of the door. Martin had already removed his suit coat in preparation.

  Martin picked up the paddle, and that simple action made Belinda suck in her breath in anxiety. He carried the paddle a couple of steps away and pointed with it to a spot on the floor where he had placed a strip of tape. “Belinda, stand right there, and bend over and touch your toes. Stay in position until I tell you that we’re done.”

  Tears were now trickling down Belinda’s cheeks, and as soon as she had placed her toes upon the tape, Lily handed her a couple of tissues and she began to dab at her tears. Then Belinda took a deep breath, closed her eyes and in one swift movement, bent down and pressed her fingertips against the toes exposed by her sandals.

  Lily stepped back and slightly to the side so that, as a witness, she could attest to having watched the paddle make impact. But she was trembling herself, as she recalled the sensations from the weekend, quite aware of what this student was about to feel.

  Martin tapped the paddle against the center of her bottom twice, withdrew the paddle in an arc and brought it back with a sharp WHACK!

  Belinda cried out, but the tone of her reaction seemed to be as much from being frightened as hurt. But when the second swat arrived with just a little more force, there was an immediate shout of “OUCH!”

  As Martin pressed the paddle up against her one more time, he thought that he was going to have to scold Belinda to be still. She was rapidly raising and lowering herself on the balls of her feet in reaction to the pain. But he was ready and the moment she had settled down, WHACK! There was a high pitched squeal, then seconds later, WHACK. That was when Belinda began crying hard enough that Martin and Lily could hear.

  Martin began to slowly shuffle the paddle back and forth to take aim for the final swat, when Lily got his attention, and he nodded for her to go ahead with whatever she had in mind. He moved back slightly, curious to see what Lily had in mind.

  She stepped closer to the crying Belinda and leaned down. “Okay, Belinda, I think this is going to be your last one, but the last one is harder than the others.”

  She then went back to her place, and Martin nodded approvingly, impressed by the psychology that Lily seem to be able to apply not only during real paddlings at the school, but in her apartment as well.

  Belinda was flexing her hands into fists as she struggled to keep her fingertips on her toes. When she felt the paddle leave her bottom once m
ore, she tensed and clenched her teeth tightly. WHAM! Then the crying was more urgent, and Martin told her to stand up and he reached for the box of tissues on his desk and handed her two more.

  Belinda continued to cry, wipe her tears and blow her nose, and when Lily stepped up to her with another tissue to help her remove some of her makeup which was streaking, Belinda suddenly put her arms around Lily and pressed her head to her shoulder as she continued to cry.

  Lily began to sway slightly back and forth as she comforted Belinda, and Martin caught her subtle eye movements to indicate that he should leave the two women alone to aid in Belinda’s recovery. As he slipped out of the room silently, Martin knew that he would have no way of knowing what was being said, but his feelings about Lily were enhanced even more, although he had not thought, before that moment, that such a thing could be possible.

  As he walked down the hallway of the administrative building to settle his mind, Martin found himself in awe of Lily. As Lily had said herself, she was just fourteen years older than the woman who she now cradled in her arms. Still, there was a motherly quality to her actions. But at the same time, Lily had, for all practical purposes, planned the paddling that had reduced that woman to tears. Martin shook his head as he walked. Lily had special qualities, and deep and purposeful insights. When he had told her she was like no one he had ever met, that had been an understatement.

  *

  On Saturday night, Lily sat alone on the sofa of her apartment sipping on a glass of wine and wondering if Martin was at all enjoying his time at the conference in Austin. The previous eight days had been a whirlwind in her life. She was still in a state of near shock at how quickly and spontaneously she and Martin had fallen for each other. She simply did not know that a previously unfamiliar couple could click in such a comprehensive manner.

  She was aware that Martin, as did she, felt a little rattled that they had become intimate after so few dates, let alone in such a grand fashion. Her marriage had not been loveless, but it had not been one to be labeled passionate either. On the Saturday evening and Sunday morning of the previous weekend with Martin, she had experienced more climaxes than she had ever previously experienced in a month.