Marbury Plains

by Lynn Forest

  She knew that some would look at what she and Martin had done as being the moral equivalent of a one night stand. But there was something about that weekend that had the feel more of a honeymoon instead. Each knew enough about the other to understand that the weekend had been unique in their lives.

  When that unforgettable weekend had ended, Lily had been thrust into a busy week with very little free time, due to her scheduled week of volunteering at the library in the evenings. But when she did have quiet moments alone, she wondered if her newly discovered spanking fetish had been acted out more in the manner of some type of mania.

  When she went to bed alone that Sunday night after he’d left her apartment in the middle of the day, much of the middle of her body was sore, although pleasantly sore. She had to stop and think how many times she had felt that pleasurable explosion of an orgasm, and how many times she had been spanked with a hairbrush or his hand, and how many times that wonderful paddle she had purchased had landed upon her tender behind.

  But there was no question that, one spanking in particular had been something she had needed for a long, long time. The skeleton had been removed from her closet, and now it was replaced, instead, by a paddle hanging there from a hook. The hairbrush was safely tucked away in her bedside table next to the little pink toy that had so amused Martin, satisfied her, and then satisfied him a few minutes later.

  She knew that Martin was a good man. She was transfixed by him; perhaps because during the past week she had spoken at length with Cecelia, supposedly to give Lily some more orientation on routine administrative matters that she would need to be aware of, but it really was a thinly disguised infomercial on behalf of Martin.

  After two minutes of talking about actual work related duties, Cecilia had spent the next fifteen minutes telling Lily about how Martin had been the clean-cut high school most popular boy and basketball hero. Cecilia went on to relate complementary tidbits of information her younger brother and his acquaintances had related to her over the years. Additionally, she told of how much admiration and respect Martin had earned as a high school principal by those parents and community members who shared his values.

  Martin was the kind of man that she’d sometimes wondered even existed. She almost felt lightheaded when she thought about how willing and eager he was to do anything that would bring her physical pleasure, asking for very little in return. But that was fine with Lily, for she had never in her life had a sexually fulfilling relationship, and she had found out over that weekend what it felt like to have an eagerness to provide as much ultimate physical pleasure to a man as possible. And she felt confident that she had done so.

  Martin had called her from his Austin hotel room on Saturday night, and insisted that she spend the following Saturday night at his apartment, and this time he was going to cook her a nice dinner as he had initially planned to do before. He also joked that he would loan Lily his old briefcase for her to transport any special items she would like to have present.

  As Lily sat on the sofa sipping on the wine, she had a recurring fantasy. She saw herself laying across Martin’s knees on a sofa in an apartment she had not yet seen, while with a slow and sexy rhythm, the hairbrush, or his hand, the paddle, or the new, smaller paddle that should arrive by courier that week would land on her bare bottom. And while she was being spanked slowly and sensuously, she would tell Martin a little something about the conversation she had alone with the upset young lady Martin had paddled before his departure for Austin.

  But in the meantime, as Lily leaned her head back and swirled the wine around her tongue, she smiled as she thought of the many scenarios that her mischievous mind could conceive that would result in Martin warming her bottom. And when he warmed her bottom, it warmed her heart.

  *

  The following Monday morning, Lily was at work a couple of hours before Martin was able to get in from the airport. When he finally arrived, he could only manage a business like greeting to Lily and the two instructors that were with her as they went over the composition of some student academic files.

  It was already going to be a busy week, and Martin hoped that the student body would behave itself, because he had very little spare time to deal with any disciplinary problems. There were faculty meetings for him to attend, meetings with three sets of parents who were coming in to check on the progress of their daughters in the initial stages of the academic year, and on Friday evening, Martin would be in attendance at his first dinner meeting with the board of directors.

  Everything seemed to go wrong throughout the week. A computer glitch made many of the administrative records unavailable for more than a day, and then another set of parents, from Iowa, arrived unexpectedly and without an appointment to discuss their daughter with Martin. That unplanned event took another three hours out of his Wednesday schedule, pushing everything else back.

  After a madcap day, Friday evening finally arrived. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was six o’clock. It was one hour away from the meeting with the board, which was scheduled to be held in the conference room down the hall. Just as he was finishing a very late lunch of a sandwich and a bag of chips that he had packed that morning in anticipation of a pressure-filled day, he opened his desk drawer to pull out the file on the grade point averages the incoming class had achieved in high school. He began to search through the files, but it was simply not to be found.

  He started to panic, and turned his computer on and logged in to see if he could find the necessary information and print it out in time for the meeting. But the same bug that had taken down the computers earlier in the week had worked its hostile intent once more and it was clear that the records would not be available any time soon. In frustration he slammed his hand down on the desk and began to look in his other desk drawer to no avail.

  His mind racing, he turned on his speakerphone, and punched in Lily’s cell number. As soon as she answered, he skipped any pleasantries. “Sweetheart, my meeting with the board starts in a little while, and I can’t find my file on the grade point average histories, and I—”

  Lily shouted frantically in response, “Oh, no! Martin, I put it at the end of your files on the top drawer of the oak cabinet to your left.”

  In total confusion, Martin went silent for a moment. He leaned near the speakerphone: “Okay… I want you to stay on the line and see that I find it.” He walked to the file cabinet next to the bookcases, opened the top shelf and found the file just where she said it would be, but, inexplicably, it was next to his section of files on remedial mathematics.

  Still in a state of confusion, he walked back to his desk, sat down and leaned toward the phone. “I found it. That was a close call. I have to have it with me at the board meeting in a little while.”

  There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then something that sounded like a groan. “Ooooooohhhhhhh… my.”

  He hesitated for a moment. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

  Again, Lily hesitated before she responded. “I suppose that you’re going to spend another Saturday morning tomorrow all alone in that dreary administrative building doing paperwork?”

  Still confused, Martin spoke slowly. “Yes… I am. Why?”

  “Um… I’ll meet you there at about 9:00 AM. And then I can explain. Okay?”

  Still concerned and confused, but glancing at his watch to see the time was running out, Martin agreed, then turned off his phone and shook his head.

  As Martin went to his meeting, he tried to enjoy the dinner, although he was distracted by his strange conversation with Lily. But as the meeting went on and progressed into the business portion, Martin felt that he was being well received by the board members, and his presentation went off without a hitch.

  He arrived back at his apartment late that evening, looking forward to seeing Lily under any circumstances. But he was still uncertain as to what would bring her to meet him in the morning at the office, as they already had plans to be together for the evening a
nd, he was hoping, probably for the entire night.

  He struggled to fall asleep, his mind racing through the cryptic conversation with Lily, his eagerness to be with her, and his exhilaration from his successful meeting that had just barely missed being disastrous. He placed his forearm over his eyes as he tried to relax.

  He did not think that Lily was going to unexpectedly tell him that she did not wish to see him anymore. After all, it was he who had made the phone call to her, in regard to the misplaced file.

  Misplaced file… misplaced file… misplaced file. Oh, no. She didn’t, did she? A thin smile creased his lips as he shook his head in the dark room. Yes, it seems that she had.

  Chapter 11

  Martin slept surprisingly well, and he arrived at the administrative offices early the next morning. He sat down to go over some reports, wondering if he were simply kidding himself that he would actually be able to get much work done in advance of Lily’s arrival.

  He realized, as he examined reports, that he was probably spending half of his mental energy on work, and the rest anticipating the arrival of his new love. Each time he thought about their crazed and brief conversation on the phone about the file, he could not help but allow himself a chuckle.

  He finally felt the urge to pace the floor after spending nearly an hour going over the records he wanted to familiarize himself with. He got up from the desk to stretch, acknowledging to himself that he was feeling some tension. Just as he stood up, he caught a glimpse of movement between the window frame and the beige blind that blocked out any view from the outside. It was drawn down, as was the case with the blind on the other window in his office. He peeked out through the gap, and saw that Lily had just arrived in her blue Volkswagen.

  He watched as she sat still for a moment after turning off the car, then pressed her fingertips to her temples and shook her head. He moved away from the window, and then sat down on the end of his desk and waited. Since he had known that he would be meeting with Lily, he had foregone the usual blue jeans and tee shirt he would usually wear, as had been his habit for years as a school principal working alone on Saturday morning. This morning, he had on a pair of new khaki slacks, along with a long-sleeved blue chambray work shirt. And as was always the case with being around Lily, he was eager to see what she was wearing.

  A minute later, he heard the door to Lily’s office open and close, then the door to his office slowly opened and she appeared. She looked absolutely stunning that morning, as she usually did. She was wearing a short, pleated sundress, red with yellow and white flowers, a scoop neck, and a deep plunging back.

  When he saw her, he motioned for her to come to him, but she seemed to be tense and she bit her lip as she forced a smile and walked slowly toward him. He reached out his arms, and spoke softly. “It’s okay, because it’s Saturday morning.” She walked over to him, they embraced and they enjoyed a long deep kiss. When the kiss ended, he put his arms on her shoulders and then slid down off the desk and looked at her. “You look absolutely beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that dress before.”

  Her expression was wistful, and she was having a hard time making eye contact. “Thank you, Martin. Actually, I think this morning I should address you as Dr. Simpson… Sir.”

  Martin tilted his head and revealed a touch of a smile. “Really, and why is that?”

  Lily cleared her throat and tried to speak. “You see, Dr. Simpson, you may say that I’m here on business of a little different nature than you may be expecting.”

  Martin gestured toward the dress. “So this is business attire?”

  Lily sighed and shook her head, and a smile escaped as she realized that Martin was toying with her, not that she minded at all. “Actually, Sir, I recall a moment two weekends ago when I mentioned that I had to ask myself… ‘What does one wear to an appointment with the paddle?’ Do you recall that?”

  Martin closed one eye as he considered the question. “Yes, I remember.”

  Lily nodded, and then began to walk slowly toward the wall behind his desk. She reached up to the paddle and removed it from the hook, then walked back to him and handed him the instrument. “And I know very well that you remember that I teased you that I was going to put a file in the wrong place so that you would paddle me. Remember that?”

  Martin took hold of the handle of the paddle and tucked it beneath his left arm. “And it is also true that within the past few days, I emphasized to you to not really do such a thing. I’m sure you remember that.”

  Lily nodded slowly. “I do indeed remember that. And you see, I thought that would add to the little game I was going to be initiating. Since you have specifically told me not to do it, then my doing it simply raised the stakes.” The blue eyes beneath the red hair were beginning to mist with tears, but they also seemed to be speaking to him. “Well, Dr. Simpson, I thought it was a rather cute idea. However, I should have looked at the agenda of the board meeting first. Because, had I done that, I would have known better than to have hidden the file about a topic you were going to discuss. Not only that, I would not be just minutes away from having you tan my hide with this paddle.”

  Now they both stood in silence, biting their lower lips and looking at each other. Then Martin placed the paddle on the desk, unbuttoned the cuff on his right sleeve and began to roll it up. As he did so, he looked at Lily with a warm smile that also radiated a sense of commitment. “I think that, perhaps seeing me roll up my sleeve may bring about a higher level of anxiety in a young lady about to be paddled. Am I correct?”

  Lily exhaled a deep breath. “Oh, yeah.”

  Martin was making the process of rolling up the sleeve seem to take forever. “I found it interesting, how you seemed to choreograph that paddling that Helen received for having marijuana. All the while you were talking to me about it I had this impression that you were likely describing to me a paddling scenario that you would find very, very intimidating yourself.”

  Lily now had her hands clasped behind her back, and was raising herself nervously up and down on the balls of her feet. “Yep.”

  “And you’re going to tell me something about what Belinda said to you after I left?”

  Lily cleared her throat again. “She just asked me if some time, I would tell you that she thought that you did the right thing. She said she deserved it.”

  Martin looked down at the floor and nodded his head, as he now leaned back against his desk. “Does that mean that you have never seen me give someone a paddling they didn’t deserve?”

  She looked up at him with a meek smile. “That’s right… and that goes for the one I’m about to get. I think I remember where I put that pillow in the cabinet.”

  She began to step away, but Martin took her by the shoulder, pulled her close and kissed her, before nodding to her to go ahead. She walked over toward the same file cabinet where she had hidden the critical file folder, then knelt down and opened the bottom file drawer and retrieved the pillow from the same space where a variety of office supplies were stored. She walked back slowly, her mind racing with opposing emotions.

  Martin picked up the paddle once again as Lily placed the round pillow at the end of the desk. She slipped off her shoes, and then hesitated and looked up at Martin with a mischievous smile. “Aren’t you going to ask me to recommend the number of whacks?”

  Martin allowed a brief smile, and then shook his head. He leaned toward her and whispered, “Sweetheart, bend over… NOW!

  She closed her eyes and winced, then slowly bent over the pillow, providing Martin with a very elegant target. As she expected, she then felt her dress being rearranged the rest of the way up onto her back, and even though she was also expecting the next step, she sucked in her breath for a number of reasons when she felt his fingertips hook inside the waistband of the lacy red panties and begin to slide them down until they were between her bottom and her knees.

  It was not a new experience to her to feel a paddle being shuffled back and forth across her bare b
ottom, but while she had received her one authentic paddling from Martin at her apartment, it was over her clothing. She knew that she had done something very serious to earn what was about to come.

  Martin continued to slowly draw the paddle back and forth across her bottom. “Lily, I can’t help but wonder, if you would be responsible for recommending to me how you are to be paddled.” He leaned down and laughed. “Not how many times you would be whacked, I would probably find that quite interesting.” Without warning, he drew the paddle away and gave her a mild SLAP.

  “The possibilities are endless, sweetheart, because we will have these offices all to ourselves for the entire morning.” Another mild SLAP!

  “Sting a little?” SLAP!

  “Um… oh, yeah.” SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP.

  The paddle was once again moving slowly and sensuously back and forth across her bottom. “Sweetheart, I think this is going to be good for you.” SLAP… SLAP. “Because I never want you to take a risk like that with your job or mine, ever again.” SLAP… SLAP.

  The paddle was circling her bottom, moving back and forth against the now rosy pink crests, and then around the contours of her bottom and in between the cheeks. “I want you to tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

  Lily’s voice was tense as she responded. “I’m thinking I can’t believe I did that. We had joked about it, but then you told me not to do it, and you told me why not to do it.” SLAP… SLAP… SLAP.

  “I suppose that if I just keep giving you these mild little spanks for a while, when it comes time to really paddle you, that’s really… going to… sizzle.” SLAP… SLAP… SLAP. He could see that Lily was starting to squirm from the building discomfort.