“Very.”
She ran her painted fingernails along the firm pecs and six-pack that had replaced the boyish physique she’d once been so familiar with. They’d grown up together swimming in the lake on long hot summer days. That was a long time ago. This was not the body of the boy she’d taken for granted back then. She wanted to see more.
He lifted her hands from his belt. “You first,” he said. “Undress for me. Please.”
Desire and nervous energy gushed through her and she could barely function. Her fingers kept slipping as she struggled to unfasten her own jeans. When the zipper finally gave way, she was able to free herself and wriggle out of them until she was standing in front of her husband, her friend, in nothing but her white lacy thong. It could have been straight out of a Victoria’s Secret bridal catalogue; it wasn’t, but it could have been. So she’d bought it for her wedding night with Mark but, well, it was nice. She wasn’t going to throw it out.
“Beautiful,” Tyler said huskily.
“Your turn.”
Tyler unbuttoned his jeans, pausing to kiss Whit, touch her, squeeze her round bottom as he pulled her snugly against him.
“Come on, all the way,” she said, batting his hand away as he tried to slip it into her panties.
He shrugged off the jeans and his boxers followed. “This is like strip poker without cards.”
“I win then,” she giggled.
“Not for long.”
“Nooo,” she squealed as her feet left the floor. “Put me down.” Her mouth said the words, but her heart raced and thumped nearly out of her chest as he set her down next to the bed.
His eyes shone with a mixture of mirth and excitement as he slipped his fingers under her last few threads of clothing. “They’re going,” he teased before yanking them to her knees.
“I still win.”
He smacked her bottom several times lightly and then plopped her onto the bed. “I concede.”
“Well, good,” she said breathlessly as those few spanks lingered, leaving a pleasant warmth that spread to places that were already hot and bothered. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him as he kissed and suckled his way down her body. He tweaked her nipples and traced circles across her hot skin with fingers that were both probing and gentle. He spread her legs wide so they could explore further. Touching, flicking, rubbing her most intimate parts. She whimpered desperately. “Kiss me.”
He sat beside her, lowering his mouth to hers while his fingers kept working. When Whitney started stroking his straining cock, it was almost all over too soon. “Turn over, I’ll massage your back,” he said in an attempt to slow things down.
“My back’s fine. Really,” she said, pressing her lips together and blinking rapidly.
Tyler narrowed his eyes. He could still read her after all these years. “Turn over.”
“You can’t spank me for anything that was from my life before, remember?”
“I remember, now turn over.”
“Sometimes when we’re young, we make rash decisions.”
Tyler leaned over and deftly flipped her over. “Oh, wow,” he said. “What do we have here?”
He turned on the bedside lamp so he could have a better look at his bride’s bottom. “Wow,” he repeated. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Like I said, I was young.”
“How young?”
“Young.”
“When exactly did you get it done?”
“Just after you left. I was devastated and shocked that I was so upset,” she said. “I got some crazy idea in my head that if I got your name emblazoned on my ass that I would always have a piece of you.”
He ran his hand over the heart with his name tattooed prettily in the middle.
“Will you say something?”
“I didn’t know that I meant that much to you. You must have cared about me a fair bit to do this.”
“Maybe,” she said.
He grinned. “With just a smidgeon of revenge?”
She giggled into the pillow. “I was a little peeved.”
He bent down and kissed the artwork that she’d carried around with her for years. “Thank you,” he said.
Whitney turned into his arms. “You like it?” she asked.
“Yes, I like it. Which is odd, because I’ve never thought much of tattoos before. You know this,” he said with a knowing smile. “I’ve done some growing too. I see this for what it is. It’s like a beautiful verse in a card or a love song that someone wrote. It’s an artistic way to say I love you.”
“Tyler…”
“I know. I know you weren’t in love with me when you had it done, but you loved me enough to put my name in a heart, on your skin in a way that’ll be there forever. That means a lot.”
“I did love you, even then. I was just too young and silly to realize it,” she said with a shy smile. “I’m stoked that you like my tattoo.”
“I think it’s a ONCE in a lifetime lovely gesture.”
“Is that a nice way of saying it’s the only one I’m ever going to get?”
“See? I told you you were a smart girl.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to get anymore anyway.”
“Good.”
“Not because you told me I can’t.”
“Ok,” Tyler said with a chuckle. “I believe you. Now I have other things on my mind.” He turned her onto her side and kissed her deeply while his fingers danced down her belly and across the delicate line of hair that led to her soft wet folds.
“So beautiful,” he breathed into her ear, delighting on her little shiver of pleasure.
“You too.” Her hand closed around his firm flesh. “Love me, please.”
He positioned himself above her, pausing briefly to admire her silky pale skin, flushed with desire. He’d waited his whole life for this moment and he couldn’t wait any longer. The entire length of his throbbing member surged into her, filling her body and soul. “I always have,” he said.
* * *
Whitney wrapped her legs around him tightly and clung to his neck, bracing herself for each hard thrust, but he slowed his pace. She kissed and tasted the saltiness of his skin, rubbed her soft face against his raspy one, inhaling the manly scent of him as she suckled his neck. Yet every inch of her hummed under his gentle touch. The hardness of his body melded with the softness of her own as their movements synced and their pleasure built. She could feel his heart beating. Her walls clenched around him as he exploded inside her at the exact time as her body shattered into a million pieces underneath him.
It was so perfect. Whitney was no stranger to sex, so she thought, but this had been different. This was the first time she’d had someone actually make love to her and she finally knew the difference. Emotion caught in her throat and her eyes filled with unshed tears. Tyler was horrified.
“Whit, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No! Of course not. I’m just happy, that’s all.”
“Me too.”
She snuggled against him and closed her eyes for a few minutes.
“Tyler?” she asked just as he was drifting off.
“Mmhmm?”
“Can we get room service? I’m kind of hungry.”
Chapter Three
“Um, how we getting home?” Whitney asked as she shoved what clothes she had strewn all over the floor into her bag.
“In our truck,” Tyler said.
“We have a truck,” Whitney said, nodding. “Ok. So where are we gonna live? I was staying with Mark the last few months and I kind of let my place go.”
“Not with your grandparents anymore?” Tyler asked.
“Nah. Their health isn’t that good. They’ve gone to live with my uncle John.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You must miss them.”
“Yes, of course I do. I know I gave them a hard time, but I’ve always loved them.”
“I know you have,” Tyler said, gently brushing her hair from her face. “They adored
you, bratty attitude and all.”
“I know. So where’re we gonna live?”
“I know it’s not ideal, but at my folks’ house for a couple of weeks while we look for our own apartment. That’s what I had planned. I rang them while you were in the shower and told them our news.”
“Oh, they must have just loved that. Specially your mom. She doesn’t like me at all.”
“They don’t dislike you, Honey. Neither of them. They just didn’t understand you when you were younger, that’s all.”
“Uh huh,” Whitney said. “Your dad has always been nice to me, but your mom looks at me funny.”
“You leave her to me. She will accept you as my wife. I know she will.”
“You have to go to work, Tyler; she’ll eat me alive.”
“She won’t,” Tyler said. “Anyway, it’s only a couple of weeks. Then we’ll find our own place. Besides, you have to enroll in school and choose your classes. You’ll have plenty to do.”
“About that,” she said sheepishly. “I was thinking that maybe I should get used to being married first and then think about school, a little down the track.”
“The faster you start, the faster you’ll finish.”
Whitney zipped her bag shut and decided to leave it for now. There’d be time to try to convince him later.
“Let’s go,” Tyler said, leaning over and kissing her quickly as he scooped up her bag and threw it over his shoulder. He opened up the door and waited for her to pass.
Whitney almost laughed aloud with giddiness at Tyler’s small gentlemanly gestures. No one had ever bothered with the niceties for her. No one since he’d left anyway. With every hour that passed she was feeling more and more comfortable with this situation. “Thank you,” she said, kissing her husband’s cheek as she passed.
“You’re welcome.”
* * *
“So I was thinking about this spanking thing.”
“Sounds ominous. Go on.”
“Yeah, well, you won’t spank me at your parents’ house, will you?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it, but I don’t want to have them HEARING me spank you, no.”
Whitney smiled. “So why don’t we just shelve that whole idea until we’re under our own roof? You know, with some privacy. I’m only thinking of your mother and how traumatized she’d be if she heard you beating on your wife.”
Tyler waited for a break in the traffic and then pulled over to the side of the road.
“Um, why you stopping?”
“Because this is too important to try to concentrate on while driving in this traffic.”
“Oh.” Whitney let relief soothe her for a minute. “So you’re not going to spank me.”
“No. Of course not. You haven’t done anything. Have you?”
“Not yet,” she said.
“Look, this is new to both of us. You’re nervous and curious about how this is going to work. To be honest, so am I. So I’ll try to answer your questions. No, I won’t spank you IN my parents’ house, but if I have to, I will take you somewhere else.”
“Like where??” Whitney was horrified.
“I don’t know yet, I’ll surprise you.”
“And what will I have done to deserve this so-called surprise spanking?”
“The spanking itself won’t be the surprise, it’ll be a certainty if you mess up. The location will be the surprise,” he said with a grin. “As for what you’ll have to do to earn a spanking: We’ll keep it simple while we’re staying with my parents. No lying, no cussing, no temper tantrums…”
“I’m not two.”
“I know, which is why I expect you to keep your attitude in check. Even if my mom grates on you.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Yes, it is. That’s called respect.”
“You’ve been away a long time. You haven’t seen the looks your mom gives me when she comes into the diner.”
“Look, I’m not disbelieving you, but it just doesn’t sound like my mom. Thing is, we’re married now and I’m here for you. If you’re having problems, you tell me and we’ll work it out. I just won’t have you being rude to her in her own home.”
“Hmmmpff,” she huffed.
“See that…none of that pouting.”
Whitney rolled her eyes.
“Rolling your eyes is attitude.”
“Come on! You said you were going to keep it simple.”
“I just did. Control your temper and your attitude and don’t lie. Those are the main things you have to worry about.”
“Ok. I guess I’ll just have to stay out of trouble.”
“Uh huh.”
“And suck up, I mean, be nice as pie to your mother.”
“That would help. You know what? I think we should stop for the night.”
“Really? It would sort of be like a honeymoon.”
“Yeah, the best honeymoon that budget motel can show you,” Tyler chuckled. “One day I’ll take you on a real honeymoon.”
“Can we go to Hawaii or Mexico?”
“Somewhere nice. I promise. This place will be ok for one night,” Tyler said, pulling into the almost deserted parking lot.”
“Ok, you go get the keys and I’ll go and look for Norman’s mother,” Whitney said.
“Funny girl,” he said, taking her hand just to be sure. “You’re coming with me.”
“Ok, but if the guy behind the desk looks creepy then I’m outta here.”
* * *
“It’s not that bad,” Whitney said, coming out of the bathroom.
“It’s simple, but it’s clean,” Tyler said, pulling back the covers a bit to check out the bed.
Whitney emptied their makeshift dinner out onto the table. When they realized there was no room service here, they’d bought some supplies from the vending machines outside. “I feel like a kid again. This would have been my perfect dinner when I was eight.”
“You want me to go looking for a takeout place?”
“Nah. I’m tired. Besides, I have other things I’d rather do than worry about food.”
“Funny you should mention that,” Tyler said. “Me too.” He took her hand and towed her over to the bed. She went to climb in, but he tugged her back to sit on his knee.
“You don’t want to…”
“Oh, I want to. It’s just that I want to spank you first.”
“Huh? I didn’t do anything.”
“I know you didn’t, but it’s becoming this big unknown thing and I think if I spank you now, it might clear the air.”
“Will it hurt?”
“A little. Not much this time. A spanking can feel good too, you know.”
“For you, maybe.”
“I’m not going to spank you hard because you’re not in trouble.”
Whitney looked far from convinced. “Ok. I guess.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then what have you got to lose?”
“An ass that I can sit comfortably on for the rest of the trip home?”
“Are you sassing me? Because it sounds very much like you are looking for a spanking.” He lifted her T-shirt and tickled her tummy.
“Stop!” she giggled.
“Stop tickling?” he asked. “Ok, then. Let’s get to it.” He yanked her over his knee.
“No!” she squealed, kicking her legs dramatically as he peppered her jean-clad bottom with firm spanks. She had to admit it wasn’t unpleasant. She shouldn’t want this, should she? Still, excitement barreled through her like a freight train that she couldn’t stop. “Tyler!” she growled.
“Ok. Ok,” he said, standing her up. “Don’t be a baby, I hardly touched you.”
“I wasn’t being a baby. At all. You shocked me, that’s all. I wasn’t ready for it.”
“Good. So this time you will be. I’m going to take down your jeans and your panties and I’m going to show you how a spanking can make you melt.”
“Ok.” She hoped t
he heat that was creeping up her neck didn’t give away her embarrassment or the fact that the melting had already begun.
Her jeans hit the floor and she stepped out of them, unsure of why she felt so embarrassed. What was so different with this situation? She would have gladly thrown off her pants and panties in one fell swoop to dive into the sack. This felt different and she wasn’t even in trouble. She shuddered at the thought of what it must feel like to be spanked for real. In her fantasies there wasn’t too much pain.
“I can do it,” she said when his fingers slipped under the flimsy lace.
“No,” he said, slipping them down her legs. “I want to do it.” He pulled off her T-shirt and let it drop off his finger. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
“So I can undo your bra,” he said “You’re making it hard for me to make this sexy.”
“Sorry. I can’t help it. I’m one of those people who looks up the ending of the movie on the net before I watch it.”
“I bet you read the last page of a book before you start reading too.”
“I don’t read books.” Once again Whitney was sprawled across her husband’s hard knees, staring at the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for Tyler’s hand to fall. When it did, it was softer than she imagined it would be. He followed it by another on the other cheek. Back and forth, softly and slowly. God, SO slowly. It was almost frustrating. She was on the verge of asking him to go faster, to smack her harder, when he quickened his pace and she stopped breathing. The heat built, and not just on her ass. She wriggled and squirmed as the sting increased, but when she thought she couldn’t take anymore…he stopped and the rubbing started again. She let out the breath she’d been holding.
“So good,” she whispered into her husband’s jeans. Apparently he thought so too, because there was definite bulge poking her belly.
“Lift up.”
“Wha?” she mumbled incoherently.
“Lift up.” His tapped her hip and she lifted her body long enough for him to put his unused hand to good use. He parted her lips and dipped his fingers inside her. “Ooh, you do like this,” he chuckled.
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