Spank Her Bundle 1 (Books 1-3)

by Holla Dean

  “Maggie, I’m not a big stickler for a lot of these things. Let’s quit the questions for a minute and I’ll tell you what I’d expect.”

  “Okay, I’m listening.”

  Spence ate a few bites of his dinner and said, “I don’t plan on ordering you around so the disobedience is not relevant. I might ask you to do something for me but I’m not going to insist that you do it just because I’ve asked. I’m also not too worried about disrespect. You’d have to get pretty damn bitchy for an extended time before I felt like I needed to correct for it. And I hope that we could talk about what was causing that behavior before it ever got to a spanking level. That leaves dishonesty and danger. You already know how I feel about danger; health and safety fall under that. Finally, if you purposely lie to me, I will spank your pretty ass.”

  Maggie sat there for a long time without saying anything. She ate her lasagna and thought about everything she had read on the internet about this lifestyle. There were some pretty bizarre practices, things she could never agree to. Should she ask Spence about them? He seemed much more easy going than any of the men she’d read about while she was clicking away at all those links on the internet. Surely he wouldn’t be like them.

  Spence had been watching her and now asked, “What else, Maggie? I can almost see the gears turning in your head.”

  “I read about a lot of weird things that some men expect after the punishment. Some women have to endure further humiliation or get on their knees and ‘service’ the man. Some have to call him ‘sir’ or ‘master.’ And the worst thing I read was about a poor woman who was severely spanked and then her husband inserted a butt plug and expected her to go to work and keep it inserted for the whole day. If that wasn’t bad enough, when the excess lubricant stained through her clothing, she had to call him and ask permission to remove the plug and ask if it was all right to buy a new skirt since she wasn’t allowed to shop without permission.”

  “Oh, Maggie honey.” Spence chuckled a little bit. “You apparently didn’t stick to the list I gave you. You clicked all those additional links on the websites and found all kinds of stuff. Some of those blogs are pretty wild and I wonder if they’re even true.”

  “Does that mean you would not do any of those things?” Maggie asked.

  “Sweetheart, I’m not into humiliating women. You are not my slave and I do not ever want you to call me ‘sir’ or ‘master.’ I will never demand that you get on your knees and ‘service’ me. And I will not ever force you to use a butt plug.”

  Maggie couldn’t believe it, but she was actually thinking about agreeing to this…this…lifestyle. Spence continued.

  “What I will do is remind you when you are treading on dangerous ground to give you the opportunity to correct yourself without punishment. Should you choose not to handle it on your own, we will have a discussion and make sure you understand what you’ve done and why you’ll be spanked.”

  That sounded fair to Maggie. At least he wouldn’t be just springing a spanking on her. She’d have a chance to avoid a spanking. She asked, “What about maintenance spankings? I read some women get spanked regularly even if they haven’t done anything. Just to remind them not to do anything they shouldn’t.”

  “I don’t spank just because. I need a valid reason first, not just an excuse.”

  Maggie thought that was a good thing. Next she asked, “What about spanking tools? There seems to be all sorts of scary things women get spanked with.”

  “I use my hand almost exclusively. When I spank you, it hurts my hand as much as it hurts your bottom. I think it’s good for me to know exactly what you’re experiencing. That being said, if you do something that seriously puts yourself in danger, the spanking will be more severe and I will use an implement.”

  Maggie took a deep breath and wondered what kind of crime would cause a severe spanking and what implements he would use. She asked him to be more specific.

  “Common sense can tell you what infractions might cause that kind of spanking.” Spence explained. “For instance, should you get a ticket for speeding excessively or for texting while driving, you would be spanked and it would have to be more severe to ensure you didn’t repeat that behavior. That would go for anything that could be considered very dangerous, where you’re putting your life and possibly other lives at risk.”

  “And what would you use for an implement?” Maggie had to know. There was such a variety of spanking tools on the internet and some of them were quite scary.

  Spence hoped his answer wouldn’t scare her too much. “A paddle or a belt. But you have to understand that this kind of spanking only happens for extreme cases of danger. I prefer to use my hand, though occasionally I have also employed a wooden hairbrush.”

  “You actually have a paddle for spanking?” She asked.

  “Yes,” he answered. “I do have a paddle. And the belt I would use for spanking is a fairly heavy, two inch wide leather belt.”

  Maggie blew out a big breath and ran her hands through her hair. “Whew! I have a lot to think about. I really don’t know if I can do this.”

  Spence stood up and walked over to her. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, running his tongue over her lips and then pushing it into her mouth until he met her tongue. God, he wanted her.

  “Maggie, baby, let me make love to you.” He whispered it into her ear, sending shivers of excitement through her body.

  “Spence, I can’t. I’m not sure yet that I can be part of this lifestyle. I’m sorry.”

  He turned away in frustration and Maggie thought he was angry. “Please don’t be upset with me. I want to make love with you, Spence, but I can’t unless I know I can deal with this domestic discipline stuff. I need more time to think about it.”

  Spence turned back to her and said, “I’m not angry with you, honey. But I love you and I want you. So please, think fast and let me know soon.”

  SPANK HER AGAIN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Maggie spent the following week thinking about it. At work she studied Spence and saw how he interacted with his patients. They all liked him. He was always calm and explained everything to his patients. He joked with the kids, made them feel at ease for whatever procedure he might have to do.

  She knew he wouldn’t use this lifestyle as an excuse to abuse her. He was a good man, a kind man. She found that she wanted to agree to domestic discipline just to make him happy. To show him that she trusted him to take care of her, to show him that she loved him.

  Whoa, loved him? Where did that come from? Maggie couldn’t believe that thought just ran through her head. Did she love him? She didn’t know. She was scared to admit it. Look what loving Frank had gotten her.

  But damn it, she missed sleeping with him. She missed having the most erotic sex she’d ever had in her life. She wanted to touch him all the time, but always pulled back because she didn’t think it was fair to either of them to get deeper involved if she could not give him what he seemed to need.

  Friday was a very busy day at the clinic. Maggie couldn’t leave at the end of her shift; there were still people waiting to be seen. Spence was busy as well, and it was nearly eight o’clock when they finally were able to leave. Neither had eaten dinner and Spence suggested they go to the little Italian restaurant.

  After ordering their meals, Maggie picked up her margarita and looked at Spence. He could tell that she had something on her mind.

  “What are you thinking about, Maggie?” He asked.

  “About DD. I’m thinking about how to tell you what I’ve decided.”

  Spence held his breath for a few seconds. Was she going to tell him what he wanted to hear? Or was all hope of a relationship with her over? No, he’d already decided he wouldn’t let it be over. If she were truly dead set against it, he wouldn’t push. He wanted her, with or without domestic discipline.

  “I have a few more questions.” She said. “Actually, more clarifications than questions.”

  “All

right, tell me what they are.”

  “Well, I’ve been looking on the websites some more. It seems this whole thing is consensual, with both people agreeing to the rules, the punishment, and even what is used to give the punishment. Is that right?”

  “Yes, it is.” Spence answered. “These things are usually agreed on initially at the beginning of practicing DD. But once they are agreed on it is the HoH who makes the final decision in each case as to how severe and what will be used to administer the punishment.”

  It sounded to Spence like she was actually going to agree to give this lifestyle a try. He was sure she was going to start negotiating what they would agree on.

  “Yeah, I got that. But one of the things I want to talk about is my eating. I’m only twenty-six years old, I’m not overweight, diabetic; nor do I have high blood pressure or high cholesterol. I exercise regularly and I’m not willing to give up chocolate or junk food. So I would not be agreeable to punishment for my eating habits.”

  The waitress came with their food and Spence waited until she left before he answered.

  “I still think there should be limits on it. Would you agree to junk food no more than three times a week and no more than one candy bar per day?”

  “Make the junk food five times per week and I can live with two candy bars per day.”

  “Agreed. What else?”

  Wow! He agreed to that easily.

  “My speeding. I like to drive fast and I’m not going to stop. I will slow down in town, but out on the highway I want to drive as fast as I’m comfortable with; meaning that I’ll take the road and weather conditions into consideration.”

  “All right. But no texting while driving, that will be cause for immediate consequences. Also, if you get a ticket for excessive speeding there will be consequences. Both of these items, texting while driving and excessive speeding, will mean severe consequences. As will other acts of great risk to your health and safety.”

  Maggie ate a few bites of her food and then asked, “What is your definition of excessive speeding?”

  “The same as it is for the law; twenty-five or more miles per hour above the speed limit.”

  She could agree to that, it would still allow her to drive at over ninety miles per hour on the freeway. That was fast enough for her.

  “I’ll agree to that, though I’m not sure I can agree to whatever you mean by ‘severe consequences.’ It sounds very ominous to me.”

  Spence leaned forward and in a very steely voice said, “It means if you put yourself in grave danger, I will spank your pretty ass so hard and so long that you’ll feel it whenever you sit down for several days. It means I’ll use more than just my hand. It means you’ll likely not do that again.”

  Maggie’s eyes opened wider, she felt her thighs squeeze together, and she squirmed in her seat. She didn’t know what to say.

  “Did I make myself clear? Do you understand now what ‘severe consequences’ means?” Spence looked at her very sternly.

  Oh boy, what was she getting herself into?

  Maggie nodded her head and said, “Yes, you made yourself very clear. I understand.”

  “Good, was there anything else you need to discuss?”

  “Yes, one more thing. The other implements you might use other than your hand. You said you might use a paddle or a belt for more severe punishments. What if I don’t want to agree to those being used?”

  “I would ask that you agree to their use at least once. If you truly find that you cannot handle it, then we will not use them again. Also, that you not make that distinction until three days after the punishment. Things always seem worst at the time they’re happening. A few days later, you may realize that it wasn’t really as bad as you thought and the results were worth it.”

  “Very well,” Maggie said. “I agree to try this DD lifestyle. But if it comes to a point that I can’t live with it and don’t want to do it anymore, then we quit.”

  “Of course, but I’ll be surprised if you do want to quit.” Spence was thrilled that Maggie had agreed to try domestic discipline. He knew she’d be happy with the results.

  “When do we start?” Maggie asked.

  “Right now,” Spence said. “I’m coming home with you and since you were kind enough to help me break in my bed, I plan to return the favor with your new bed.”

  They took dessert to go and since they each had their own car, they met at Maggie’s new rental house. She went to the kitchen and poured them some wine, grabbed a couple of plates and forks, and then went into the living room.

  Spence had the chocolate cake dessert out of the bag and Maggie divided it up. Neither one of them finished their cake. It had been too long since they had made love. They both wanted it now.

  “Come on,” Maggie said. “I want to show you the bedroom.”

  Spence followed her into her bedroom and looked around at the new furniture. It was a little too feminine for his tastes, but it suited Maggie.

  He led her to the bed, and then he sat down and pulled her between his legs. Spence began unbuttoning her blouse, planting kisses along every inch of exposed skin. He took off her bra and kissed her breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth and biting gently. Maggie’s pussy contracted. She started to unzip her pants but Spence stopped her.

  “I want to undress you.” He said.

  Soon she stood there, naked. Spence was still fully clothed and Maggie began to unbutton his shirt as he fingered her wet pussy. She undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.

  Spence stood up and slipped out of his pants, peeled his socks off. All the while he was still kissing, nibbling, and softly biting her.

  He sat down on the bed again and as he pulled her between his legs he asked, “Have you been a naughty girl? Do you need your bottom spanked?”

  Maggie felt a shiver down deep in her pussy. She heard the teasing in his voice and said, “If you’re talking about a fun spanking, then yes, I have been a little on the naughty side and probably do need my ass spanked.”

  Spence pulled her across his lap. Her beautiful ass was begging to be spanked. Spence rubbed her cheeks and began to lightly spank her. Maggie had no fear; she knew this was an erotic spanking, the kind that ended in the most delicious, explosive sex she could imagine.

  She wiggled her ass in anticipation. The smacks on her butt came a little harder now and she moaned. She wanted more, wanted the spanks to sting just a bit more. Just as she was about to ask Spence to spank her harder, he seemed to sense what she needed. Now his hand came down sharper, with more force. The stinging was delicious, her pussy was getting wetter.

  When her ass was glowing pink, Spence spread her legs apart and felt her pussy. She was ready. He gave each cheek three more smacks and then pulled her off his lap and stretched her out on the bed.

  Maggie was breathing hard, she was on the edge of coming, and she wanted him deep inside her pussy. But Spence was taking his time. He lifted her foot and kissed her ankle, running his tongue around the ankle bone. He worked his way up, kissing and nibbling her calf and then the underside of her knee. He held her leg up as he continued down the backside of her thigh. Gently, he lowered that leg and then gave her other leg the same treatment.

  Then he bent both her knees and spread her legs far apart, exposing her completely. Spence parted her pussy lips and put his mouth on her clit. Maggie bucked with the instant, unexpected orgasm. She grabbed his hair and tried to pull him up; she needed his cock inside her now.

  But Spence would have none of that. He continued to devour her; licking, kissing, nibbling, and gently biting. She was so wet. He slipped two fingers inside her and pulled some of that moisture down to her tight little asshole. Then he slid one finger in that tight opening, and still suckling on her clit, he inserted two fingers of his other hand into her pussy.

  “Oh god, oh god, please don’t stop, oh god, I’m coming, I’m coming now!” And then she screamed with her release.

  Spence was about to explode and he quickly mounted her and rammed his throbbing cock into her pussy. He paused, trying to gain some control so he could bring her to another orgasm with him.

  Maggie pushed her hips up; she was ready to come again. Spence thrust himself deeper into her, and then again, harder and faster, until they both came and he covered her mouth with his to take in her scream.

  Spence rolled off her and pulled her up against him, spooning, with one arm around her waist and cupping her breast. He kissed the back of her neck and her shoulder. “I love you, Maggie. I love you.”

  But Maggie was already asleep. About fifteen minutes later, Spence untangled himself from her and covered her with her mother’s afghan. He got dressed and slipped out of her house, locking the door behind him. He wanted to spend the night with her but couldn’t risk the small town gossip.

  SPANK HER AGAIN

  CHAPTER NINE

  For nearly three weeks Maggie stayed on track with driving the speed limit in town and keeping her junk food and candy consumption within the agreed upon limits. Every Saturday night Spence asked her how she had done for the week. It had become sort of a game.

  He would ask, “How did the week go with following the speed limits and avoiding junk food?”

  Maggie would smile and say, “No spanking this week, I’ve been a good girl all week.”

  “Glad to hear that, babe. But we still might be able to work in a fun spanking tonight.”

  “Mmm…I think I might like that.” Maggie loved the erotic spankings. The slight stinging on her ass seemed to make all the other sensations of lovemaking more intense. She was still terrified of another punishment spanking and hoped she’d never have to deal with one.

  But at the end of the third week, Maggie blew it. She went to her favorite Mexican fast food place for breakfast and had a scrambled egg and sausage burrito. At noon, she discovered she had forgotten her lunch at home. She drove to another fast food place and ordered a double cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate milk shake.

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