Double Trouble

by Constance Masters

  * * *

  Kendall squealed loudly and she thought those pants weren't enough to protect her! She'd never felt anything like the sting of that smack on her bare skin. “Stop!” she yelled as Mike started spanking enthusiastically once more. It was all Kendall could do to keep breathing. Mike's hand just kept landing and she never knew where the pain was going to explode next. There was no pattern, it was underneath on the crease and then higher on the other cheek and then lower again. When his hand started to spank several times on each cheek, in exactly the same spot, she lost it. “I said stop it, you bastard!” she yelled. It was a decision she would live to regret.

  * * *

  “Oh really!” Mike said. He narrowed his eyes at his fiancé who had now gone completely quiet and still. Obviously she hadn't meant to say that out loud, but she had. He picked up the flip flop from next to him and he saw her eyes widen in panic.

  “I'm sorry! It slipped out!” she wailed.

  “Uh huh,” he said. “I realize the concept of being punished is foreign to you, sweetie, but here's a hint: don't swear at me AT ALL, unless you want a spanking.”

  * * *

  “I said I was sorry!” she cried as the rubber shoe landed painfully across both of her already burning bottom cheeks.

  “Saying sorry and being sorry are not the same,” he said, smacking her a couple more times with the rubber sandal. “If you were really sorry you wouldn't have sworn at me.” He punctuated each few words with another whack.

  “My ass was hurting!” she cried.

  Mike shook his head. “Stop cursing.” He smacked her one more time with the flip-flop and then dropped it to the ground as she burst into tears. He rubbed her back gently. “Is it hurting less now?”

  “No. It's hurting more,” she said miserably through her tears.

  “See, swearing at me didn't help.”

  Kendall clung onto her fiancé’s jeans and sobbed into his leg until he helped her to stand. He pulled her onto his lap making sure that her bottom hung over the edge and didn't come into contact with his thigh.

  “Do you want me to help you pull up your pants?” he asked.

  “No!” she said with a sob. “I don't think I'll ever be able to wear pants again.”

  “That can be a fashion statement at the wedding,” he said, trying to lighten the situation. To his relief she giggled a little.

  “No one's gonna see under my dress.”

  “I will,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

  “Maybe,” she said with a pout.

  “Stop pouting, you deserved it and you know it.”

  “I don't think I liked it,” Kendall said quietly. “No, I know I didn't.”

  “I don't think that's a requirement,” Mike said with a smile.

  “What if I don't want you to spank me again?”

  Mike kissed her. “Don't do really silly things and it won't be necessary. I won't spank you for every little thing, Kendall, but you do anything even close to what you did last night and we'll have words and my hand will be doing most of the talking.”

  “I won't, don't worry,” she said.

  “Good. Then you don't have anything to worry about.”

  * * *

  “Ok,” she said, cuddling into him. She just wanted to stay there forever, safe in his arms. Becky had been right. She did feel better, inside her head anyway. Her ass felt like it was on fire, although the flames were already dying down to scorching embers.

  * * *

  Becky opened her eyes to find the bed next to her empty. Her tummy growled noisily as the smells of something Ryan was cooking wafted up the stairs. She turned over and jumped as her bottom made contact with the bed. Damn belt, she thought. She was going to be feeling that for a few days. She padded over to the closet and pulled out a soft white robe. She slipped it over her shoulders and tied it in front, opting for no panties at this stage.

  * * *

  Ryan stood at the stove in his cut-offs and worn T-shirt stirring the pasta sauce he'd made. His blue eyes were sparkling as he lovingly prepared a meal for his wife.

  The pasta was nearly done and the salad was on the table along with a loaf of bread he'd taken out of the bread maker a few minutes before. Candles were waiting to be lit and a bottle of wine was breathing and waiting to be poured into the crystal glasses that they used for special romantic dinners. He wanted to let Becky know that he still loved her, and to restore the balance, kind of. Of course there was also the fact that he had to tell her that her dad would be arriving with Tracy tomorrow. It had been Geoff's phone call that had woken him. He knew the news wouldn't go down well. It had been long over due though. He wanted his wife to be happy and fulfilled with her life. She had a new teaching job that she was to start in the fall and they were happy, the only thing left was to repair things with her dad and Tracy and now they had a week to do it.

  * * *

  Becky padded down stairs carefully towards the enticing smells. Her feet were still sore from their trek along the highway that morning.

  “Hey, Baby,” Ryan said as he pulled her into his arms, “did you sleep well?”

  “As well as could be expected,” she said with a smile. “Whatcha cooking?”

  “Spaghetti,” he said.

  Her eyes drifted to the table. “Fancy,” she said.

  “I just thought a romantic dinner would be nice. I have something to talk to you about and I just felt like it.”

  “It is nice,” she said. “What is there to talk about?” She really didn't feel like another lecture.

  “Your dad,” he said. “He rang earlier.”

  “Oh? Is he ok?”

  “He's fine, Becky, he was invited to the wedding,” he said.

  “Oh, great,” she said. “Don't tell me they’re going to be at the Motel again and coming over here every day to play happy families?” She'd been looking forward to this wedding. She didn't mind her dad coming but why the witch?

  “No,” Ryan said carefully. “They're going to be staying with us.”

  “No!” Becky said with horror. “I don't want her here.”

  * * *

  Ryan nodded to the chair at the table while he drained the pasta. “Sit,” he said, “while I drain the pasta.”

  “Sit?” she said. “Ryan you know that's going to hurt!”

  “Yes I do. We ARE going to have this discussion about your dad and Tracy and I don't think it'll hurt you to be sitting on a reminder while we do,” he said as steam from the boiling hot pasta billowed up around his face.

  Becky sat gingerly on the edge of her seat. “I don't want her here, Ryan. She always finds a way to get me in trouble.”

  “That's not entirely true.” He set the large platter of spaghetti noodles and sauce that he'd just mixed on the table in front of her and sat. “You get yourself into trouble.”

  “She’s the one who makes me mad though,” she said, helping herself to some bread.

  “Which is what we're going to work on this week.”

  “Does that mean that she'll get to be the wicked stepmother and I'll get spanked?” she asked. She buttered some bread and passed it to Ryan.

  “Thank you,” he said. “No, it means that you'll start tomorrow with an open mind. AND you get to spend a week with your dad.”

  “How do I know he even cares?” she said.

  “Because he's willing to live in a warzone for a week so that we can all work this out. He misses you, honey.”

  “If I say no will it make any difference?” she asked with a long, suffering sigh.

  “Not really. I believe this is a decision that had to be made for the peace of our family. I've made it.”

  Becky twisted some spaghetti around her fork. “Well, I just think that it isn’t fair if I get into trouble just because she's here.”

  “Duly noted,” he said with a smile. “Brat.”

  She swallowed her food and poked out her tongue.

  “I see your spanking has worn off already.”
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  “No it hasn't,” Becky said. “I like to live dangerously.”

  “So I noticed,” he said, grabbing a wooden spoon off the counter and plopping it on the table.

  “You know if we were going to be fancy we should be eating in the dining room,” she said.

  “Away from the utensils?” he asked.

  “Maybe.”

  “I like the kitchen,” he said. “It's homier.”

  “I know. I was just teasing,” she said with a smile.

  “I know you were, besides, wherever we are my hand comes with me.”

  “Such a tyrant,” Becky said, sucking a long strand of spaghetti into her mouth.

  “I know, always picking on you with no provocation at all.”

  Becky grinned. “Glad to see you agree with me finally.”

  Ryan shook his head. On one hand he was glad to see she'd bounced back but on the other hand he was a little worried that she hadn't taken her punishment seriously enough. Still, except for a little whining, she'd taken the visit from her dad and Tracy quite well, so that was something. He was glad that she wasn't frightened of him; he'd hate that.

  Chapter Four

  “Why can't they just take a car,” Becky said from her bed. She really wasn't a late sleeper but she was digging her heels in so to speak. Her heels or her whole body. She was lying across the bed on her tummy watching Ryan get dressed so he could, well so they both could, collect her dad and Tracy from the airport.

  “You're going,” he said. “Now move it.”

  She propped another pillow under her head so she could get a better view. This was definitely a perk of not doing what Ryan wanted. The view was spectacular; he was getting irritated. Not that she would deliberately irritate the man she loved. She did however like looking at her stark naked husband as he yanked at one drawer and then another. She let a giggle escape and she could tell he was ignoring her; at least he appeared to be. His body language told another story. His jaw was set in an determined line and the muscles in his well defined ass clenched and then unclenched as he jerked open the closet door.

  “Will you stop and just get out of bed?” he asked with irritation.

  Becky pulled off the shirt she'd slept in but stayed exactly where she was. She bent her legs and crossed them while she continued watching the show, giving Ryan his own show.

  “Sorry, what did you want?” she said saucily. “I was hot. Had to get naked to cool down. Sure there isn't something else you'd rather do?”

  “Uh huh. Becky, get to it.”

  “I know you want me.”

  “What I WANT is for you to get showered and dressed.”

  “You lie,” Becky said, eyeing his considerable hard on with a smirk.

  “Be careful what you wish for, little girl.”

  “Promises, promises,” she said uncrossing her legs. Her eyes never broke contact with her husband's as he picked his phone off the dresser and checked the time, not even as he advanced on her.

  * * *

  Ryan made it to the bed in two strides taking Becky by surprise. She winced and covered her bottom. He smiled and kissed her, running his tongue along the length of her lips. She was a very cute handful.

  “Take your hand a way,” Ryan said softly in her ear. He could tell she didn't want to. He watched her inner struggle for a split second before she slowly took it away. “Good girl.” He flipped her over and took her mouth with his own, his tongue dancing with hers as his fingers pinched each nipple and then ran down her tummy.

  Becky raised her sore bottom as high as possible off the bed, she squeaked when he took advantage and slid his hand underneath and gave each sore cheek a squeeze.

  “Ow!” Becky squealed.

  He chuckled into her mouth and kissed her passionately as his hard cock slid deep inside her, grinding her bottom into the mattress.

  * * *

  “You know, I could stay here and get things ready,” Becky said.

  “Nope,” Ryan said. “You're coming.”

  “I don't know what the big deal is with picking them up at the airport.”

  “They're family, Beck. It's the right thing to do.”

  “Oh alright,” she grumbled.

  “Go get your purse, we have to leave.”

  Becky sighed and walked slowly up the stairs.

  “And Becky? Make sure to leave your attitude upstairs.” He shook his head. It was going to be a very long week.

  * * *

  Geoff smiled at Tracy as she dozed in her seat on the plane. She had changed his life so much, brought him so much happiness. Now here they were, going back to where it had all started. He ran his hand over the gentle swell of her belly. He hoped so much that Becky could find it in her heart to finally accept Tracy and the baby.

  “Hey,” Tracy said sleepily. “We there?”

  “Not yet. Soon,” Geoff said. “You go back to sleep.”

  “No, I think I'm awake now,” she said. “I'm feeling... I don't really know what I'm feeling.”

  “Scared?”

  “Not exactly. Excited a little, maybe, and unsure.”

  “Unsure about what? Are you sorry we came?”

  “No, of course not. I'm just unsure about where to start.”

  “I'm not going to let Becky upset you.”

  “That won't help,” she said. “And in this instance neither will Ryan forcing her to like me. You can't make someone like or accept someone else. Not really.”

  “I know,” he said. “I don't know what her problem is.”

  “I do,” she said. “I was the first person that ever stood up to her and I was the reason that she got sent away to school.”

  “No, that was her behaviour that did that.”

  “Not from her point of view.”

  “She could have ended up in jail if she'd kept going the way she was going.”

  “I know, which is why I suggested the school in the first place. That and I was mad as hell. I'm not a saint, you know?”

  Geoff chuckled. “Well, she still has to take responsibility for what she did, but that was in the past.”

  “Yes, well, I think everyone has to let us work this out: Becky and I.”

  “If that's what you want.”

  “It is,” she said. “Is there some kind of business that you could do with Ryan that could take a couple of days?”

  “Yeah, actually, there is. There's an auction on Wednesday, we could go over night, if you think you'd be ok.”

  “That'd be perfect.”

  * * *

  “So,” Becky said. “What's the plan this week? We going to play monopoly or something every night or are we going to pop corn over the fire and listen to Pa play the fiddle?”

  “Oh, I don't know, Becky. That'd be up to you. We could have dinner and talk like adults, listen to music or take a swim. BBQ. Or you could be a little brat and get sent to bed with a spanking like a three year old.”

  “Geez, way to have a sense of humour,” Becky said.

  “Geez, way to start the visit looking for trouble,” Ryan said. “Haven't you had enough trouble to tide you over for a few days?”

  Becky sighed. “Yes,” she conceded.

  “So, cut your dad and Tracy some slack.”

  “Ok, ok.”

  “And keep your sass to a minimum. If I have to I will spank you regardless of who's in the house.”

  “Ok, I get it,” she said, giving him a serious look.

  “Good,” he said, returning her look with a raise of his eyebrow.

  * * *

  “What do we have to do today?” Mike asked as he sipped his coffee.

  “I guess we have to get the gate fixed,” she said.

  “You know what?” he said. “It'll keep until tomorrow. Neither of us have work. Why don't we just lay around the living room and watch some TV.”

  “I'd like that,” Kendall said. “We haven't done that for a while. I better let my folks know that I'm ok.”

  “I already did,”
he said. “Go call your mom if you like though. I'll get some movies out and you can choose the first one.”

  “I'll only be a minute and I'll get some snacks,” she said.

  * * *

  Becky couldn't help but smile as the sign started to flash that the plane had landed.

  “You look happy,” Ryan said with a smile.

  “I'm not completely a nasty person,” she said stopping just in time. “My dad's coming; I love my dad.”

  Ryan picked up her hand that he'd been holding and kissed it. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

  “Yes, I believe you have,” she said leaning over to kiss him. “I don't mind hearing it though, as often as you feel like saying it, I love you too.”

  * * *

  “Let me carry that,” Geoff said, taking his wife's suitcase. “You shouldn't be carrying anything.”

  Tracy rolled her eyes. “I'm pregnant, not sick,” she said curtly although there was an amused twinkle in her eye. “Besides, it's on wheels.”

  “It's still heavy,” he said.

  “I have stuff,” she said.