by Carl Hamlin
Gerald continued the massage of her shoulders. “Actually, Babe, that was a lot of fun for me. And I appreciate your wishing to take care of me right away, but unless you want me to quit right now, I would be more than happy to keep on working on you.”
Lindsay laughed. “I’ll never turn down some more massage time from you. But after what you just did to me, this may make me sleepy. If I doze off, promise me that you’ll wake me up so that we can finish you off?”
Gerald began working his hands down her back with a fresh coating of warm oil. “Don’t worry, Babe, I won’t turn down a chance to go at it with you.” He began to rub his hand around her bottom and her upper thighs. “Nothing I have ever felt can compare to that.”
For the second time, her neck and shoulders were being treated to a lengthy massage. Also as before, he slowly worked his way down her body. Lindsay felt the warm oil being pressed into her skin, to the top of her back, to the middle of her back, and to her lower back and bottom. Her legs were not neglected either, and when first her calves, then her thighs, were again subjected to the soothing yet forceful fingertips pressing into them. Thirty minutes had already passed since she had climaxed, and when the skilled, tender but strong fingers began working on the inner thighs, Lindsay was finding her arousal renewed.
That sensation of arousal was not at all diminished when those strong hands returned to slowly but thoroughly massage her bottom, and everything else there. She soon realized that it was not likely that she would soon be falling asleep as she had earlier feared.
Gerald stepped to the side and began massaging the center of her back. “This is so much more fun than sitting at that keyboard all day doing this.” Lindsay began to giggle as his fingertips began tapping on her back as if he was typing. She could never explain it, but she always delighted in being tickled during one of Gerald’s massage sessions, and usually found it quite arousing. “Typing, typing, typing all day long.” As he continued the playful tapping, he began to make the touches tickle her back and sides, and her giggling became louder.
“At least I don’t have to use a typewriter these days, and hit the carriage return every time I come to the end of a line. It was like this.” His fingertips began traveling from her upper back to her lower back as he mimicked the movements of typing across her flesh. “Then, you had to hit the carriage return.” He raised his right hand and brought it down on Lindsay’s bottom with a loud WHACK. Lindsay let out a squeal of surprise and pain.
Lindsay began to laugh in approval as the fingertips made another trip down her back. “Typing, typing, typing.” Once again, when his hand arrived at her bottom, he raised it high in the air and brought it down with a similarly stinging swat to the other cheek.
Lindsay looked back and winked at Gerald, then began to enticingly wiggle the raised bottom. “My, my, Gerald. I hope this is a long letter you’re typing.”
The tickling fingertips made another trip down her back, followed by another loud smack. “If you like, Babe, I can do an entire novel.”
This time, Gerald did not return to the horseplay. Instead, his hand remained on her upturned bottom, and began caressing and stroking to build up Lindsay’s anticipation. Lindsay felt his hand leave her bottom, then three seconds later he returned it with a loud and stinging CRACK.
The next thing that Gerald heard was “Ouch”, but that was followed quickly by another murmur of pleasure and some more movements that did nothing to discourage him from continuing. After a few more seconds of caresses and anticipation, his hand rose and fell again, rose and fell, rose and fell, and rose and fell one more time, but with a little more force.
He continued to caress the warm bottom while he leaned down to Lindsay. “Would you like some more?” She nodded her head slowly up and down and began to giggle. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
He caressed her bottom for a few seconds, then gave her a solid smack that caused her to yelp. This time he resumed the caress of her bottom, then continued to do so for some time. He began to alternate between circular motions, and moving it back and forth. He hoped that Lindsay was finding the anticipation and uncertainty to be exciting and arousing. She was.
Finally, another meeting of hand and bottom echoed in the room. Gerald had established a pattern that both were seeming to enjoy. Every 30 seconds or so, a stinging smack would land, followed by soft and tender ministrations that seemed to Lindsay to last forever. As the stinging built, she began to find herself experiencing some fear of the next smack. But each time she felt the shock of his hand stinging her bottom, she also began to revel in anticipation of the next. When she was at the point where she was simultaneously fearing and craving the next stinging crack of Gerald’s hand, Lindsay was experiencing an adrenaline rush.
Both of them seemed to lose track of time. Neither wanted Lindsay’s inaugural spanking to stop. Lindsay was beside herself in her enjoyment, finally getting that spanking she had desired for so long. Gerald was lost in his role in bringing such pleasure to his lover. When he had woke up that morning, his intent to bring pleasure to Lindsay before the day was over was unquestioned. As for the method, he would never have imagined it.
At some point, the spanking ceased, although neither spoke a word that brought it to a conclusion. Eventually, Gerald simply lapsed into only caressing the sizzling bottom hovering before him. He coaxed Lindsay to sit up, then took her by the hand and led her to the downstairs bedroom that was always waiting and ready for the culmination of their antics.
They still did not say a word as they caressed and petted on the bed. Gerald thought that Lindsay’s bottom would be too sore for him to be on top, but when he turned onto his back and attempted to coax her on top of him, she shook her head and smiled and guided him onto her. Each time she was pressed down during his thrusting, the soreness seemed to only enhance her pleasure that finally burst forth with what seem to Gerald to be a more animated response than usual.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Lindsay and Gerald were content to simply embrace, kiss and caress for a while. It was Lindsay who finally broke the silence: “I love you. I love you so much.”
Gerald ran his fingers through the hair that fell down upon her forehead, damp with perspiration. “I love you too. I hope….” Gerald began to laugh. “I hope I did that right.”
Lindsay wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, deep kiss. “Oh, you did it very, very well. In fact, you just may have to do that again one of these days.”
“Why do I have the feeling that I will be doing that from time to time from now on?”
“Because,” Lindsay said, giving him another deep kiss. “You will simply have to.”
Gerald coaxed Lindsay on top of him, then ran his hands down her back and began to caress her bottom. “Feels pretty warm to me. Sure you’re okay?”
Lindsay giggled. “Yes, it is pretty warm.” She leaned down and kissed him. “And I am very, very, very okay.” She reached her hands back and rubbed her bottom. “That thing has never been better. It’s just too damned big.”
Gerald reached down and gave her a swat that took her by surprise in its force. “It is not too big.”
Lindsay reached back to rub the smacked spot. “I love it that you keep saying that. I can’t stop thinking that you are just trying to make me feel good. You have to admit, it’s really, really plump.”
Gerald reached down and smacked her yet again, this time considerably harder. “Babe, I don’t know how else to say it. I think you are absolutely gorgeous. I know you have some extra pounds, but they sure did end up in the right places. I’m not being serious when I say this, of course, but I wonder if you would stop it if you got a serious butt whuppin’ whenever you get so critical of yourself.”
Lindsay’s expression turned somber. “Maybe you should be serious about that, Gerald. You know, I have seriously been thinking about that already. In fact, I intended to approach you about it. I think we should seriously make that a deal between us.”
/> Gerald brought her head down close and kissed her on the fore head. “Dr. Lindsay Briggs, I will agree that you are a little overweight. That’s all, just a little. You are a hot, sexy woman, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world to be able to hold you like this. I just want you to have the same appreciation for yourself.”
Lindsay arched her eyebrows. “So? If I don’t stop it, would you be willing to actually give me a really hard and lengthy spanking?”
“Seriously?”
Lindsay did not speak, but simply nodded her agreement.
Gerald pursed his lips and looked her straight in the eyes. “Then, if you really want me to give you a spanking when you say that kind of thing, it’s a deal. Of course, if that actually happens, the results could be interesting.”
They both began to laugh, and then found themselves once again entwined in the loving mischief that could have only one logical conclusion.
Chapter 4
Lindsay arrived at the lecture hall at Colombia University before the students began to filter in. A couple of faculty members who would be sitting in approached her and introduced themselves and thanked her for coming.
Within ten minutes, the one hundred attendees had settled into their seats, and Lindsay began to speak with obvious enthusiasm of the effects of the budget deficit. There were three things in life that excited Lindsay: Gerald, economics and singing on a stage in one of her favorite black dresses.
She spoke for an hour, and then took questions. There were the usual student questions about corporate responsibilities toward the environment, and questions as to whether owning gold and silver were antiquated notions from past generations.
Her appearance there went off without a hitch. She had been warmly received, and had genuinely enjoyed having the opportunity to once again speak to an assemblage of young people who had so much to still learn.
As she walked from the building to the large parking lot where her Lexus rested in the visitor row, she was amused by the fact that her biggest challenge of the afternoon was the aftermath of the previous evening’s hijinks with Gerald.
While driving to the university, she still felt a mild level of soreness and tingling on the area where Gerald’s hand had landed probably more times than either had realized during the event. It was also a struggle for her to concentrate at times, with such a surreal memory so fresh in her consciousness. Nonetheless, just mentally reliving what had happened caused her to feel an ongoing sensation of being turned-on.
She would have been very content to have gone home, where Gerald was hard at work upstairs on his newest book. She was in the mood for another bubble bath, even though it would not be followed by one of Gerald’s masterful massages. But she was due to be downtown at one of the network’s studios for a 6:00 PM appearance on one of the business programs.
It was nearly 9:00 PM when she finally arrived home, and found that while Gerald had been busy writing for the entire day and had made tremendous progress on his book, he had a bottle of wine and a glass waiting for her on the kitchen counter. Lindsay poured some of the wine and walked upstairs and stood in silence in the doorway. As was her habit, she did not interrupt his work, but instead waited for him to pause before making her presence known. Gerald had always showed her the same courtesy when she was busy at her own desk.
Once he paused and raised his arms to stretch, Lindsay approach from behind and gave him a surprise kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for the wine. How’s the book going?”
Gerald swiveled his chair and guided Lindsay onto his lap and gave her a kiss. “Oh, my dear, it is getting perilous in that Long Island fitness club. Another patron just turned up dead.”
Lindsay laughed and hugged him. “You have already done so well, but I understand that a writer just has to keep writing.”
Gerald patted her on the hip. “And you work pretty hard, yourself. Then, on top of it all, you spend a lot of extra time on the weekends singing.”
Lindsay leaned her head against Gerald’s. “And it’s just because it’s fun for me.”
Gerald nodded. “And that’s okay with me for you to do that as long as you enjoy it.”
“I must admit, I was taken by surprise on Business Front the other day when they played that clip of me singing at that nightclub in New York.”
A few months earlier, Lindsay was making her first appearance of a new business program on yet another network that she would be appearing on from time to time. The program had a reputation for being a little less refined than others of its type. When the segment was ending, the moderator said that he was looking forward to having Lindsay back, and began talking about how viewers may not realize that Lindsay was also a singer.
He then said that to help introduce Lindsay to their audience, they may want to see her in action recently at a Manhattan nightclub. Soon the audience at home was watching a clip of Lindsay on stage, swaying seductively and singing Slow Hand.
When the clip ended the camera went back to Lindsay, the host and two other guests sitting in a row on the open stage. The moderator leaned toward Lindsay, arched his eyebrows and asked, “Slow hand, Lindsay?”
As laughter could be heard coming from the off- camera stage crew, Lindsay shrugged, then made an obvious and dramatic show of pulling her dress lower on her legs and shaking her finger at the moderator, although she was smiling and laughing.
A similar thing had happened two years before when Lindsay was contracted by another network to be a regular contributor on its business programs. Gerald began to laugh. “My brother happened to see that particular Business Front program, and he e-mailed me about it. He was in a hotel room in Seattle and happened to catch it live. He told me that you look so damned hot in that black dress, singing Constant Craving. He claims he had to take a cold shower.”
Lindsay shook her head. “Chubby ass and all?”
Gerald scowled at her. “Lindsay. Ann. Briggs.”
Remembering their new pact, Lindsay reached back and placed her hands protectively over her bottom. “Oops! I guess I had better watch my mouth, for the sake of my ass.”
Gerald displayed an expression that left no doubt he was taking the matter of Lindsay’s attitude toward her body quite seriously. As the expression on Gerald’s face remained unchanged, Lindsay looked at him with a meek smile and muttered, “Uh, oh.”
Her husband shook his head. “I don’t want you walking around feeling down on yourself. You are much, too much a wonderful woman for that.”
Lindsay leaned toward him and gave him a long, lingering kiss. “Thank you…… I love you for saying that. And please understand, I do know that you mean it. This baby fat obsession of mine is something I have to deal with…….with your help, of course.” Lindsay kissed him again. “Even if that means that you have to whack my bottom until it’s dark red.”
Gerald gave a deep sigh. “Just don’t make that necessary, Babe. It was fun spanking you last night when it was all just part of playing around. I mean, I know I was making it sting….”
Lindsay laughed and dramatically rubbed her bottom. “And it was. Just right. Just perfect.”
“But Babe, we’re talking about something altogether different here.”
Lindsay leaned her forehead against his. “And that’s what I have agreed to. It’s what I’m asking for. So, if it happens, I take it like a big girl, because we both agreed on it.”
Gerald ran his hand across her cheek. “In any case, my hot little torch singer, perhaps the next time you’re in the mood for some spanking, there may be a little surprise waiting for you.”
Lindsay arched her eyebrows. “In that case, I just may need to get myself spanked before the week is out. I just love surprises.” She rose from Gerald’s lap, then before she left the room she looked back and winked at him, then swiveled her bottom before disappearing into the hallway.
It was a lazy Friday afternoon on another hot day. Gerald was upstairs typing away at his novel, and at the desk in the corner of the dining room
, Lindsay was hard at work on her own book on the future of domestic technology stocks. It was as casual as a day could be. She was barefoot, wearing a New York Jets T-shirt and a pair of shiny green running shorts.
It was one of those afternoons when the house was quiet, and the presence of that dining room table was once again distracting her train of thought. She decided that a change of atmosphere would be good for her, so she gathered up some printed pages of small stock buy and sell recommendations and headed for the living room. She lay down on the large leather sofa to read, and placed her stack of papers on the large coffee table a couple of feet away.
To her simultaneous amusement and frustration, her presence on the leather sofa only served to prod her to fantasize of being across Gerald’s knees on that very sofa. Her proximity to the dining table had already sentenced her to an afternoon of feeling quite horny. Now her distraction was intensified by the imagined antics that were possible on such a piece of furniture as a large, leather sofa.
It was not that she and Gerald had not made love there. It was not that she had never before fantasized about being spanked there. What was different now was that all she probably would have to do to make it actually happen was to simply ask Gerald. That reality caused her to feel a chill up her spine that accompanied the sensation of butterflies in her abdomen.
She read for a while, but the combination of the dry data and the quiet in the house made it too easy for her to take an unplanned nap. When she finally woke, she was surprised to see that it was 5:00 PM.
When her eyes opened, she remained laying down for a moment, and when she finally sat up, she saw that Gerald was sitting in a leather chair a few feet away from the sofa. He put down the book he was reading, walked over and sat down beside her.
Lindsay rubbed her eyes for a moment, then they embraced in a long kiss. When Lindsay felt Gerald’s tongue enter her mouth, she began to giggle. She broke off the kiss, stood up with a wide smile, and said, “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare go anywhere.”