A Sweet and Sassy Match

by Stevie MacFarlane

  “Like what?” Jo asked, curious despite herself.

  “Like what treatments are effective yet safe for a disobedient partner in need of discipline, something I might have some questions about myself, in the near future.”

  “Oh,” Jo replied softly, sorry she even asked.

  The ride wasn’t nearly long enough, in Jo’s opinion, and before she knew it, he was pulling up in front of an enormous house. Mike met them at the door as Sam strode through, carrying Jo in his arms.

  “I thought it was her hand that was injured?” Mike asked. The concern on his face was evident as he led them into a huge kitchen already set up with necessary items.

  “It is her hand, but the rest of her isn’t being very cooperative. I thought carrying her was easier than chasing her down,” Sam answered, smoothly setting Jo down on a counter.

  “I see,” Mike replied, trying to hide his grin. Standing in front of the shaking young woman he extended his hand. “I’m Dr. Mike,” he told her, “and you are?”

  “Johanna,” Sam supplied.

  “Well, Johanna, It’s nice to meet you,” the handsome doctor said with a smile. “Let’s just take a look and see what we have here, shall we?” he asked, reaching for the towel.

  “Wait,” Jo screamed, pulling back her hand. “How do I know you’re even a real doctor? Where are your diplomas?”

  “Stop being ridiculous,” Sam ordered, stepping firmly between Johanna’s legs and wrapping an arm around her hips. Pulling her closer, the width of his chest separated her arms, and Mike was able to secure her injured limb.

  “He’s a real doctor,” a soft voice said from the doorway. “I looked at his identification before I let him in,” Brandy Gordon assured her. “I hope you don’t mind Sam, Mr. Barringer. Dr. Mathews wanted a quick look around and I didn’t see any harm in it after I was assured he worked for you. I just stopped back in to see if he was finished and to lock up. Can I be of any assistance?” she asked, walking farther into the room. “I used to volunteer at the hospital three days a week. I don’t have any medical training, per se, but I was always pretty good at calming down tense situations.”

  Dr. Mike smiled at the pretty widow and nodded.

  “I would appreciate any assistance you can offer, Mrs. Gordon. It seems our patient is less than delighted to be here.”

  “I’m Brandy,” the older woman said to Jo. “You should at least let the doctor look at your hand, dear,” she encouraged. “If you went to the emergency room, you would be sitting there for hours. Right now, you have a skilled physician’s undivided attention, and it may not be as bad as you fear. Please let him help you, Johanna. It really is for the best to get treatment as soon as possible.”

  Jo studied the woman with the lovely auburn hair and sighed in defeat. Next to the older woman, Jo felt like an immature, rebellious child. She had always had a fear of doctors and hospitals, but it seemed silly in the face of this calm, reasonable woman.

  “Okay,” Jo whispered, hiding her face in Sam’s neck as she relaxed as best she could and extended her hand to Dr. Mike.

  “Good girl,” Sam breathed in her ear, hugging her close.

  Dr. Mike and Brandy worked quickly and kept up a steady stream of friendly chatter as Jo’s wound was cleaned and evaluated. Although she didn’t pay much attention to what was being said, Sam took in every word.

  He had known Mike Mathews for many years, and although he was always friendly with staff and clients, he seemed downright taken with Brandy Gordon. While not a client, Mike was definitely of the same ilk as many of the men who used the services of Sugar Babies. At one point Sam approached him, offering his services in finding a match for the good doctor, but Mike refused, saying he wasn’t ready for a permanent relationship and would not be satisfied with anything less. Although he provided treatment to many adult “little girls” and had the patience of a saint, his personal preferences ran toward a more mature relationship. A large, physically fit man, he had no problem spanking a naughty bottom if the situation arose, but he wanted a woman who would understand his work and not be jealous and demanding. If he wanted an age-play situation, he could have done that long ago, but his woman would need to understand that at the end of the day, he wanted a grown up waiting for him at home.

  Brandy Gordon, while being an independent, self-supporting woman, made it perfectly clear to Sam that she missed having a firm, loving man to care for her. Brandy was a lady, through and through, but Sam didn’t doubt for a moment that there would be times she would need a guiding hand and a touch of discipline. What had she called herself? Yes, high maintenance, but he was sure Mike would be up to the challenge.

  “Johanna,” Mike spoke, interrupting Sam’s thoughts. “I’m going to have to put a few small sutures in your hand, honey. The wound is in a very sensitive area, one that is constantly bending and pulling. I’m worried if we don’t care for it properly now, it may become infected, causing problems later. I’m sorry sweetheart; I’ll try to be a gentle and quick as I can,” he assured her. “Can you be a brave girl and hold still?”

  Brandy looked at the handsome doctor curiously. His tone implied he was speaking to a small child instead of a grown woman, yet his voice was firm, and she had no doubt, while looking at the faces of the two men, that stitches were going into Johanna’s hand, one way or another. She agreed with his decision, having seen these types of injuries many times before, and admired his calm demeanor. Half expecting Johanna to make a flying leap from the counter, despite Sam’s firm grip, Brandy breathed a sigh of relief when Johanna cringed but nodded her head. Still looking away from the doctor, she didn’t see him prepare the sutures, nor the syringe he filled with Lidocaine.

  Sam could feel Jo trembling, her tears wetting his shirt while Dr. Mike kept up a steady stream of small talk as he quickly attended to his task. Numbing the area was the worst, but once that was accomplished, he quickly closed the wound and bandaged the hand.

  “Now, I want you to keep this dry and elevated to help alleviate any throbbing. Take some over the counter pain medication to start, but if the pain gets worse I want you to call me so I can make sure there’s no infection. I’ll remove the stitches in about ten days. Driving may be difficult as any pressure or gripping will likely cause discomfort. Do you have anyone who can help you out for a few days?”

  “I’ll take care of her, Mike,” Sam said before Jo could answer him. “Thank you for your help, Brandy. I appreciate you letting Mike in to get a look around and giving a hand with Johanna.”

  “You’re welcome, Sam.. I guess for once I was in the right place at the right time. It doesn’t happen often. Usually, I’m either late or I’ve forgotten my keys,” she continued with a laugh.

  “You don’t seem like the forgetful type,” Mike put in, surprised that this woman who appeared so totally together might not be what she seemed.

  “Tell that to the stash of parking tickets I have in my glove compartment,” Brandy said and grinned. “One of these days I’ll come out from showing a property and my car will be towed away.”

  “Is that so?” Mike asked with a frown. “What does your husband have to say about that? I can’t believe he’s very happy with that kind of behavior.”

  “I’m a widow, Dr. Mathews. I have been for a few years now, and no, my husband would have…well let’s just say he would have been very displeased,” she replied with a blush.

  “I see,” Mike answered thoughtfully. “I’m about finished here. I need to go find a hotel room and get some lunch. Do you have any recommendation, Mrs. Gordon?”

  “Actually, I was just thinking about grabbing a bite myself. There’s a lovely little restaurant about three blocks away if you’d care to join me? I get pretty tired of cooking for one.”

  “I’d like that. Let’s go and I’ll find a room after.”

  “Sam, are you ready to go or would you like me to leave you a key?”

  “No, that won’t be necessa
ry. Johanna and I have a couple of errands to run. You two have a nice time and thanks again for your help,” he told them with a smile, lifting Jo off the counter and tucking her close to his side.

  After securing the building, the two couples left. Sam, helping Jo into the car, watched as Mike opened Brandy’s car door for her before getting into his own SUV.

  “How long has Dr. Mike worked for Sugar Babies?” Jo asked, curious about the good-looking man.

  “Mike joined the company about five years ago, but I’ve known him much longer,” Sam answered, pulling out of the driveway. “Why do you ask?”

  “I don’t know. I was just wondering why a talented physician would choose to work for an organization like yours. I mean he must have had a practice at some point, right?”

  “He did, a very impressive practice with a stellar reputation,” Sam agreed. “I used to tease him that he should have been an old-time country doctor, dispensing common sense instead of drugs. He hated the constant stream of drug reps parading through the office, pushing samples of new anti-depressants and mood elevators, most of which would end up with class actions suits against them within a few years for horrible side effects. The ‘me’ generation, as he called them would actually come in with lists of drugs they’d seen on TV, promising improved mood, thinner bodies, better sex and everything else under the sun. Most of the women he saw were nervous and unhappy, ignored by their husbands, depressed by their lifestyles and not some chemical imbalance in his opinion. The men were frustrated, angry and aggressive, having been assured the world was their oyster and if they worked eighty hours a week, they would succeed. They drank too much, popped pills for stress, energy and erections. I guess he just got tired of being caught up in all the craziness. He once told me he thought the health of about seventy-five percent of his female patients could be improved with a little love, time and attention from their spouses and if the men would slow down and put a tenth of the time and energy into their families that they put into making it to the top of the pay scale, they just might survive to retirement age.”

  “Does Dr. Mike believe as you do, in spanking?” she asked quietly.

  “He does. Mike is a very calm, thoughtful man, but I have no doubt that after trying any avenues open to him to get someone he cared about on the right track, he would not hesitate to put his woman over his knee and help her see the error of her ways. Why, are you concerned? Mike isn’t the type of man to step in and spank another man’s woman unless there were extenuating circumstances.”

  “I’m not concerned for me,” Johanna said with a blush. “I was just thinking about Brandy, Mrs. Gordon. I wonder if she knows what’s she’s getting herself into?”

  “I sensed the attraction, too, but I wouldn’t worry about it,” Sam laughed. “You should be more worried about your own sweet butt after the way you behaved. You don’t have a glove compartment full of parking tickets, do you?” he teased.

  Jo didn’t answer, just looked out the window.

  “Hell,” Sam swore, shaking his head as they pulled into Jo’s driveway. “Every day with you is more informative. Good thing I like surprises.”

  “Speaking of surprises, where’s my present?” Johanna asked, trying to change the subject.

  “It’s a good thing it’s something you need and not just something you want, or you wouldn’t be getting it,” Sam answered. “Not after the way you acted this morning.”

  “I thought I was pretty impressive this morning,” Jo shot back with a wink. “Who knew I was capable of taking such a huge…”

  “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Sam replied with a groan. “You’re incorrigible.” Reaching behind the seat he pulled out a small bag and plopped it into Jo’s lap.

  “Sam, you really shouldn’t have,” she gushed as she opened it and took out a medic alert bracelet and a package of glucose tablets. “It’s lovely. How can I ever thank you for such a thoughtful gift?” she continued, batting her eyelashes at him.

  “You can thank me by not being such a smart-ass when I have no form of retaliation open to me. However, it would be wise of you to remember you won’t always be injured, my pet, and I have a very good memory.”

  Chapter Nine

  The next week was an eye-opening experience for Johanna. Sam’s take-charge personality was in full force and she felt she was just along for the ride. Arrangements were made for Jo’s mother’s favorite restaurant to deliver her dinner each night at six o’clock and ordering off the menu gave her many options to enjoy her favorite foods. A good friend and neighbor was also hired to supplement the care already provided so she had company and support each day, full time. Sam, of course, picked up the tab against all of Jo’s objections. He also insisted on driving Johanna back and forth to work, not wanting her to put any unnecessary strain on her hand. In addition to cleaning and laundry, he washed Jo’s hair and bathed her, spending an inordinate amount of time washing every nook and cranny of her body with his strong, gentle hands until she was a panting, moaning mass of quivering woman. No part of her was off limits, and with her hand bandaged and wrapped in a plastic bag, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Sam took pleasure in having Jo at his mercy, although he was never mean or bossy about it, at least no more bossy than normal. He delighted in bringing her to multiple orgasms during his bathing rituals, and after her bath, when she was putty in his hands, he would massage lotion into her supple skin, spending plenty of time penetrating and stretching her tight pussy. When she could take two of his large fingers with ease, her bottom rising with each trust, Sam bought a good- sized dildo and incorporated it into her massage. Laying her on her tummy, he worked the muscles in her shoulders, back, thighs and buttocks, stopping frequently to slide his fingers deep inside her. Reaching into the nightstand, he removed the toy he had cleaned earlier and slathered it with lube. The moment Jo felt the cool, foreign object at the entrance to her body, she tensed, her head popping up from the pillow.

  “Sam?” she questioned, craning her head around, trying to see. Her violet eyes were wide as she tried to move from her position on the bed, and Sam gave her bottom a crisp smack, the first one all week. Immediately she resumed her position with a squeak as a flash of heat went directly to the core of her womb.

  “Shhh, baby,” Sam answered, his hand planted firmly on her back. Leaning close, he breathed in her ear and nipped her lobe. “You want me to take you hard and deep, remember?” he whispered hotly, nudging the dildo just past the narrow opening of her pussy and then pausing. “Well this is what we need to work on, for you to be able to do that. I love your tight little pussy, baby, but if we don’t stretch you out a little, all I can offer you is a long, slow ride, which in itself is a beautiful thing, but hard and fast is out of the question. There is no way I would risk hurting you Jo, so make up your mind. Can you be satisfied with part of me? I want to take you so deeply you won’t know where I end and where you begin. I want to pin you against the wall with your legs wrapped around my waist and plant myself so deep, you’ll feel as if you were born there. I want to fill you so full of my cock and my come, there won’t be a millimeter of space left empty inside you or between us. Now what’s it gonna be, baby? Your call.” Sam growled, his patience at an end.

  Jo couldn’t speak, her body quivering in such need that her teeth were chattering. Lifting her bottom, she gave him her answer without words, and so began her journey. She felt Sam sit on the bed next to her, facing her feet. The dildo was removed and re-lubricated and again presented at the opening of her body. Sam pushed her legs farther apart and wrapped one arm securely around her waist. As long as she stayed relaxed and accepting, his hands were firm, but gentle, sliding the toy slowly inside her an inch at a time and allowing her to adjust. Each time she tensed and struggled in the slightest way, he would remove the toy, slap her bottom several times, scolding softly, and begin again. Jo had no idea how long it took until the instrument of her pain and pleasure was fully lodged withi
n her, but her bottom was hot and stinging before Sam was satisfied. To say she felt full would be an understatement. The dildo was not only large, it seemed very heavy, almost pinning her to the bed. Panting and turned on in a way she hadn’t expected, she now waited for him to remove it. She wanted to get a look at it and see how it compared to Sam’s actual cock, but it appeared he was in no hurry. He left her lying there on her tummy while he straightened up the room, went into the bathroom, cleaned up from her bath and washed his hands.

  Returning to the bedroom, Sam stood silently admiring the vision Jo made there on her bed. Her pretty backside was rosy from the spankings he’d given her, and her pussy was full of a very large cock that was barely peeking out from between the lips of her vulva. He could see the sheen of perspiration that still glistened on her skin; her long dark hair was damp and clinging to her back. All in all she was beautiful, and he wanted nothing more than to pull that imitation cock from her body and fill her to the hilt with his aching engorged prick, but that was not the plan. Jo was dainty and fragile, although that was not the main reason for today’s lesson. He had no doubt that he would be taking her fully, and soon, but tonight had been about more than stretching her. It had been about obedience and trust. He’d wanted her to trust that he would always do what he thought best for her and with relatively little encouragement in the form of some mild discipline, she’d acquiesced beautifully. In fact, Jo had been remarkably well behaved this week, although the use of only one hand may have had something to do with that. She’d let him take charge and allowed him to care for her in a multitude of very personal ways, proving that even though she might balk verbally, she absolutely reveled in his loving attention. The truth would come when she was back to normal. Would she continue to accept his guidance and authority or would she revert to hanging upside down from windows and not eating properly?

  Her mother adored him already, which was a plus, and the woman was a gem. A lovely lady, she appreciated everything anyone did for her, making it very easy to care for her and want to make her life as comfortable as possible. For however long she remained on this earth, Sam would do for her all the things he had longed to do for his own mother and been denied the opportunity. It soothed his heart in an unexpected way and he had no intention of stopping, regardless of what happened between him and Jo. She would just have to share her mother and that was that.