Matched for Keeps

by Stevie MacFarlane

  "No, I'm going to bare her little ass and spank her until she howls for mercy," Marcus said smiling. "Any problem with that?"

  Blondie blushed to the roots of her dyed hair as her hand dropped to her tummy. Her mouth formed a silent Oh and she shook her head as Marcus winked and turned away.

  "I take it Erica had a good time?"

  "Apparently," John replied grimly. "I found her at one of the back booths giving lap dances. When I plucked her up, the little brat took a swing at me. Said she'd do what she damn well pleases. I think her exact words were, 'You're not the boss of me.'"

  Marcus laughed as they wove their way through the crowd to the entrance. Susan was arguing with the doorman that she had already paid once and she was not going to pay again.

  When Marcus wrapped his hand around her upper arm, she peered at him over her shoulder and sighed.

  "Guess I don't need to get back in anyway," she murmured.

  "I guess you don't," Marcus agreed as he spun her around and began leading her down the hall.

  "Is Erica all right?" she asked. "We kind of got separated."

  "She's fine," he replied, looking at John for verification. "Apparently you all got separated tonight. I thought the plan was to stay together, you know, safety in numbers and all that."

  "That's for children," Sue snorted, giving a tentative pull on her arm to see if he would release her. He wouldn't.

  "Oh, yes, that's right and you've all acted so mature tonight haven't you? Lap dancing, bar games, groping nearly naked men, and of course let's not forget poor Kelsey who a short time ago was as pure as the driven snow, riding on some man's shoulders."

  Susan dug in her heels as she began to swear. Marcus released her arm and slung her over his hip like a sack of potatoes, his arm securely around her waist as she sputtered her fury.

  "Is that better, Red?" he inquired as he strode down the hall.

  "No!"

  "Then behave yourself," he demanded, setting her back on her feet and resuming his previous method of escort. Reaching the elevator, he pulled her inside and hit the button to close the door as soon as John entered with Erica. "I'd be willing to make a wager with you, John," he drawled smiling.

  "Oh, and what's that?" John asked calmly, as he adjusted Erica's dress to cover her bottom better.

  "I'll bet you a grand that not one of these women can sit down at the wedding tomorrow, barring Erica of course, as she is unconscious."

  "You'd lose," John replied as the door slid open on their floor. "She's bound to wake up sometime before tomorrow afternoon and I'll be there when she does. Goodnight Marcus, Susan," he said, turning toward his suite. "Sweet dreams."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Marcus would have lost his bet on two counts, had John agreed.

  Elena spent the night hovering over the porcelain, as Jeff held her hair and pressed cool cloths to her neck. Even though she promised she would never drink like that again, Jeff still spanked her after breakfast.

  Despite her pleas, he sat on the bed, pulled her over his knees and turned her lovely dusky bottom into a glowing, throbbing oval of misery all the while lecturing her on the fact that she was a "Mother for heaven's sake and going to be his wife."

  "If you ever behave like that again, I will spank you every night for a week," he promised. "Do you understand me?" he asked as his hand rose and fell in crisp smacks.

  "Yes, please, lo siento mucho. Por favor para darme, I adore you," she sobbed brokenly.

  "I adore you too, hermoso," he replied, rubbing her bottom, "and I forgive you." Pulling her up to sit on his lap he comforted her as she cried. "You need to take a little nap now, baby. The wedding is not until this afternoon so you have time to rest."

  "But there is so much I must do," she replied, wiping her eyes.

  "Are you really going to argue with me?" he asked in wonder, before fixing her with a firm stare.

  "No, my darling, I will nap as you say," she sighed resting her head on his chest as she sniffled. She wanted a strong mate, she admitted, but maybe not one with such a hard hand.

  Brandy received her first real discipline spanking from Mike, that night in Vegas. Oh, he'd threatened her often enough over the past few months and occasionally had swatted her butt, but she had no idea how firm he could be.

  "You are the most mature woman on this trip, and I never in a million years would have thought I had to worry about your behavior," he scolded.

  "I'm hardly responsible for what the others do, Mike, and I resent the reference to my age. Maybe you should trot yourself right back downstairs and see if you can find a younger woman, one who's not quite so ancient," she sassed as she stormed into their suite.

  "Lady, if you weren't already getting a spanking for your actions, that remark would have earned you one. I see women all the time whose chronological age is far different from their emotional one. I just never thought you were one of them, but then the alcohol may be doing your talking for you. At least let's hope so or this could become a regular part of our relationship. Now come here!"

  "Not in this lifetime, buster," she shot back. "As you pointed out, I am mature, much too old to be put over your knee and spanked like a child," she continued, turning her back on him and approaching the bar.

  "That's what you think," he replied as he crossed the room in three strides and snagged her wrist. No match for his strength, Brandy was soon over his lap as he sat on the sofa. Her panties were down in a flash and his hand was landing stinging swats on her sensitive bottom. He had her hands in a firm grip as soon as they flew back to protect her butt, and he scolded her for that, too. "I thought your husband spanked you?" he asked between smacks. "Surely you know the proper protocol and I'm surprised you would try to get away with covering your bottom."

  "Proper protocol?" she screeched. "There was no protocol! He spanked and I fought him, what else is there to it?" she demanded as she struggled for all she was worth.

  "Well, for one thing, when I tell you you're getting a spanking, there will be no talking or sassing your way out of it," he informed her. "I expect you to come to me when I call you. There will be no trying to cover your lovely bottom and no kicking your legs." This comment was immediately followed by several hard smacks that soon had her feet scrambling to find purchase on the leather sofa.

  "That is exactly what I'm talking about," he informed her, pinning her legs between his and increasing the force of his slaps. Her yelps sounded like he was finally getting his point across, so he tipped her farther forward, concentrating on the area where her thighs met her ass. "If you take your discipline like a big girl, you will be much better off, but if you continue to fight me, I will escort you to the corner where you will spend an undetermined amount of time with your nose pressed to the wall and your sore, red bottom on display."

  "You're crazy if you think for one minute I will allow you to treat me like a child," she squealed in pain as her eyes began to fill with tears.

  "So says the young lady over my knee with the glowing butt. Are you sure continuing to sass me is in your best interests, honey?" he asked gently.

  "Nooooo," she howled, sagging over his lap, the fight draining out of her as he continued to roast her butt. "I'm sorry," she cried, sobs wracking her body as she gave in to his authority.

  Mike spanked her for several more minutes, maybe not quite as firmly, but he didn't want her to think she was the one in charge of when it ended. It amazed him that his lovely woman was capable of acting like a five-year-old. Turning her over, he cuddled her in his arms as she relaxed and caught her breath.

  "You're not really going to make me stand in a corner, are you?" she whispered, her beautiful gray eyes still full of tears.

  "No, not tonight, honey, but in the future if you don't mind me, it's a distinct possibility," he told her firmly.

  Brandy shivered and huddled closer. There was no way she would let herself get in this predicament again. In reality she knew she could have done something to stop or at
least minimize the extent of tonight's craziness.

  "I'm sorry I didn't do something about the way the evening was going," she apologized softly.

  "Honey, every one of those girls is of legal age and you are not responsible for their behavior. However, I didn't appreciate the choice of activity. I thought you would go out, have a few drinks and celebrate with Kelsey. I had no idea you would spend the evening watching a group of men…Well, all I can say is that the only naked or nearly naked man you better be looking at is me."

  "May I?" she whispered.

  "May you what?" he asked confused.

  "May I look at you naked?"

  "Now?" he asked with a grin.

  "Yes," she smiled, "and I'm leaning more toward the really naked."

  "Sometimes, baby, you have really good ideas," he laughed as he stood with her in his arms and headed to the bedroom.

  Sam planted his foot on a chair and maneuvered Johanna over his knee the moment they entered their suite. Flipping her dress up, he placed a firm hand on her back as she flailed uselessly several feet from the floor. Her thong panties made things that much easier for him as he immediately began smacking her ass with rapid precision.

  "I can't believe you would do such a thing," he scolded as he peppered her bottom.

  "It was only for fun," she cried, helpless against his greater strength and determination.

  "I saw you egging Elena on. She has no experience with that kind of thing and you know how protective and jealous Jeff can be. It's a wonder everyone got out of there in one piece. I thought for a moment Jeff was going to punch that dancer right in the jaw."

  "I'm sorry. I guess I didn't think it through," she pleaded as her bottom caught fire.

  "I guess you didn't," Sam replied sharply as swat after swat rained down on her nearly naked ass.

  Jo pleaded and cried, but sympathy was beyond Sam. Jeff was one of his best friends and he could have ended up in jail, if things had turned ugly. Besides that, as the owner of Sugar Babies Inc. he had a reputation to protect. Even now, he didn't know whether Marcus and John had found Susan and Erica. Vegas is a big place and they could be anywhere.

  "You were supposed to stay together," he admonished as he pulled her panties down and started spanking her sit spots.

  "There's security all over the place," she cried. "What's the worst that could happen?"

  "I guess that's a moot point now, isn't it? The worst that could happen, for you personally, is you get the spanking of your life and that's exactly what you're going to get! How dare you sneak behind my back and do exactly what you were warned not to do. And what about poor Kelsey? She's getting married tomorrow. Suppose things had turned out badly and Ty called it off? It's not every man who could see the woman he loves riding on some stranger's naked shoulders in front of an entire audience and laugh it off."

  "Ty loves her; he would never call off their wedding," she howled in misery, finally giving in to the pain and limply laying over his leg as tears dripped into her hair. "I didn't know I was the babysitter," she sobbed out, wiping her face on her arm.

  "You're not the babysitter, but for all intents and purposes, you're my baby," he informed her, not missing her gasp and shiver. His hand went from quick, harsh spanks to rubbing gently with the occasional sharp slap thrown in as he felt her relax. "You like that, don't you?" he asked quietly, moving ever closer to the juncture of her thighs.

  "Like what?" she asked, her head turned to look at him over her shoulder.

  "You like it when I call you baby, take control, make you mind me? You even like it when I put you over my knee and spank you like a naughty little girl?" he said in his silky dark voice that always melted her to goo.

  She knew he was moved also; the barely discernable rasp in his voice was a dead giveaway. His eyes were slightly glazed and he had a crooked smile titling the corner of his mouth as he waited for her reply. His fingers danced ever closer to learning the truth and she knew it, but pride made her deny his words.

  "No, I don't," she gasped out. "When you call me baby, as an endearment, that's nice, but I don't want to be your baby. I admit sometimes spanking is kind of sexy, but not this, not a punishment."

  Sam smiled as he crossed two, long thick fingers and slid them into her, deeply and easily. She was literally dripping her pleasure onto his hand as he held her in place and fucked her with his digits. Her internal muscles clamped down involuntarily and the ragged moan tore from her throat despite her best efforts to remain quiet.

  "So now my baby wants to add lying to her list of sins for tonight?" he asked smiling as she trembled over his knee. When she failed to respond he reluctantly pulled out of her and spanked her with five sharp smacks. His wet hand intensified the sting and she was soon scrambling to get away as she fought her own response. "It's all right to tell me the truth," he whispered gently, rubbing her bottom once again.

  Johanna caved and began crying, all the fight drained out of her. It didn't matter what she said; he knew the truth and always had.

  Sam lifted her down and she stood on trembling limbs, her head down, hiding her shame at her own desires. Tilting her chin up with his finger, he looked into her watery violet eyes and issued an order.

  "Answer my question, Johanna. Now."

  "Yes," she sighed softly.

  "Yes, what?" he encouraged.

  "Yes, I like it when you call me baby, when you baby me," she said as tears dripped down her cheeks. "I like it when you take control, set limits and make sure I mind you. I even like it when you spank me for disobeying. It makes me feel safe and loved and incredibly turned-on. There," she continued with a touch of defiance in her voice as she wiped her nose on the hankie he handed her. "Does that make you happy?"

  "Very," Sam replied smiling as she looked at him like he was crazy. "Now come to Daddy," he said, holding his arms open. "It's bedtime."

  Johanna did exactly that. Wrapping her legs around his waist and laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her to bed, his large hands cupping her hot bottom.

  Kelsey actually got away without a spanking. She was so happy, she giggled all the way to their room and Ty didn't have the heart to spoil her good time. Yes, she'd acted a little wild, but he should have known better than to let her go off with that redheaded vixen. As soon as they got to their suite she collapsed on the sofa and held out her hand, admiring her ring.

  "Gosh, Ty, in a few hours we'll be married and I'll be Mrs. Ty McCarthy," she said grinning from ear to ear. "I can hardly believe it. If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."

  Ty tossed his jacket over the chair and sat down beside her, pulling her feet onto his lap and slipping her heels off. Gently he massaged her feet as she sighed in delight.

  "It's not a dream, sweetie, and you can plan on waking up in my arms every day for the rest of your life, but about tonight…"

  "Are you angry, Ty?" she asked, suddenly worried and biting the nail of her index finger.

  "I was, at first. Seeing you on stage with that man made my blood boil."

  "So you're not mad anymore?" she sighed in relief as she scooted onto his lap, straddling his hips and undoing his tie.

  "No, I guess a girl has a right to cut loose every once in a while. Just don't think you'll be making a habit of it," he warned. "Besides, I think we gave those women something special to remember about their trip to sin city," he added, grinning.

  "That kiss was something special, wasn't it Ty?" she sighed, nibbling on his lips and emitting breathy little puffs. "I swear I thought I was going to faint right on the spot."

  "I would have caught you," he assured her, his hands moving up and down her spread thighs. "Never worry about that honey. I'll always be there to catch you if you fall." Ty's hands moved to grasp her hips and pulled her snugly against his rapidly growing erection. In about three minutes he would be ready to throw her back on the sofa if she didn't stop grinding her pretty little pussy against him. It was the words she spoke next that shocked him, scatt
ering his thought like leaves in the wind.

  "Ty," she whispered, "If you want to spank me… I mean if you think it would make you feel better, you can," she offered, blushing wildly. "I know I wasn't exactly 'your angel' tonight."

  Ty took several moments to collect his thoughts. Images flashed through him so quickly he could hardly speak. Kelsey over his knee, submitting to him willingly. Kelsey with her beautiful little bottom rosy and warm from his correction, and God, even thoughts of taking her temperature to see if he could make her as hot on the outside as she was on the inside. One more wiggle, as she waited for his answer, would send him over the edge. Grasping her hips, he held her in place and tried to calm his breathing.

  "I appreciate your offer, Sweet Pea, but I think you need to understand a couple of things. If I want to spank you, I will, whether you offer or not. On the other hand, if you want an erotic spanking, and you've been a good girl, I'll be happy to grant your request. As far as tonight, I fully intended to blister your bottom good when we got up here, but on second thought I decided waiting until tomorrow would suit me better," he said, moving his hand to the zipper of her dress and sliding it down.

  "Why?" she asked softly, slightly disappointed and slightly relieved.

  "Tomorrow you will stand before the minister and promise to love, honor and obey me. I think having a hot little bottom while you speak those words will mean a great deal to me. It certainly will be a memory I will cherish and will be your way of submitting to my authority, always. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Ty," she sighed as he lowered the bodice of her dress and freed her breasts. "But can we still… you know tonight? I really need you and I don't think I'll be able to sleep if you don't make love to me."

  "Angel, by the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to let you go to sleep," he promised as he stood with her clinging to him.

  "Don't bet on it," she shot back with a gleam in her eye. "I'm pretty wide awake."

  Ty threw his head back and laughed all the way to the bedroom.