She was surprised at how few people there were. The weather wasn’t terribly warm, but the pool was heated and she thought more of the residents would use the pool area. But that was fine for her since she didn’t want to just lay in the sun. She wanted to get a little exercise in and do some laps. The fewer people that were in the pool, the easier it was to do laps.
Leaving her things on a nearby bench, she walked to the pool and dipped her foot in the water to test the temperature. It was colder than she expected, but she knew the best way to deal with cooler water was to just take the plunge. Putting her goggles on, she walked to the deep end and dove in. The water was even colder than she expected and for a minute, she wondered if someone forgot to turn the heater on. As she came up from the dive and broke the surface of the water, she was already thinking the temperature was just fine, especially for doing laps.
After fifty laps she got out of the pool to dry off and noticed a few more women had joined the two that had been there when she first arrived. She recognized Ange who she knew from having been in her pastry shop. When Ange waved her over, Kelly gathered her few belongings and went over to join the women.
She sat down and Angie leaned over and said, “I’ll introduce you to everyone as soon as Dina and Lizzy finish their discussion.”
Kelly nodded but didn’t say anything, she was too wrapped up listening to the two women debating the merits of being spanked with a belt.
“Leather is absolutely the best thing,” Dina was saying. “I get shivers down my spine when I hear Brandon pulling his belt through the loops. Even if he’s just getting undressed and has no intention of spanking me.”
“No way,” Lizzy Mayfield said. “I’ll take the firm thud of a paddle any day over the stinging bite of a belt. Although I will agree that I do like the small leather paddle that we have. It stings more than the paddle, but it doesn’t have the evil bite of the belt.”
“I have to disagree,” Dina responded. “The delicious, warm feeling when he touches his belt to my skin before he starts spanking me with it is so wonderful. So much better than the cold hard wood of the paddle.
“Oh… a leather paddle,” Dina mused. “We don’t have one of those. Maybe I’ll get one and see what Brandon thinks about that.”
“You can get one from Vance,” Ettie piped in. “You know he makes them and they are beautiful—if I do say so myself. Not to mention that they’re extremely effective in a yummy kind of way.”
“Oh Ettie,” Dina remarked. “You think all spankings are yummy no matter what implement is used.”
“Well I’m gonna bet that you would feel the same way if you ever had to go as long as I did between spankings,” Ettie retorted.
Kelly was barely listening anymore. Her thighs had squeezed together and even though her swimsuit was still damp, she could feel more moisture gathering between her legs at the thought of being spanked with a belt.
Will RJ ever spank me with a belt? How naughty will I have to be?
Chapter 6
Near the end of July RJ asked her to drive to Boulder with him so he could drop off his car at the shop. He usually had Russ Hunter, who had a mobile auto service in Corbin’s Bend, do the servicing of his vehicle, but he needed new tires and it was easier to just drive to the tire shop in Boulder where they could put his truck up on the lift and give him new tires in a lot less time than Russ could with no lift.
On the way to Boulder, Kelly had driven behind him and he hadn’t noticed how she drove. But when he got in the passenger seat of her car for the ride home, he’d been in for a shock.
Her car was a stick shift, and he had to admit she knew what she was doing when it came to handling a stick. In his experience, most women never did get the finer nuances of shifting gears. But Kelly had it down. She darted in and out of traffic, downshifting, double clutching, and hardly ever using her brakes. She controlled her speed by shifting gears, applying brakes only when she thought she was going to have to come to a complete stop or when the transmission wouldn’t slow the car down fast enough for the situation.
Hell, she drove like a goddamn race-car driver. And once they were on the two-lane freeway, he discovered she couldn’t abide being stuck behind any other vehicles. As soon as she caught up to the car ahead of her, she concentrated on slipping over the center line to peek if it was clear enough for her to pass and then fall back when she saw she’d have to wait. He swore they were almost on top of the bumper of the car in front of them, and while he wanted to say something, she looked like she was in another world and he didn’t want to break her concentration.
Finally there was a stretch of road ahead of them that had a slight incline so she could see the oncoming traffic without peeking around to the left of the car in front. It was clear for a long stretch and she crept up way too close to his way of thinking, before inching out for one final look before going full bore in her passing. She’d already come down from fifth gear into fourth to prepare for the pass. Fifth gear just didn’t have the get-up-and-go that the lower gears had. Now, she confirmed the road was clear, and as soon as her right fender was clear of the vehicle in front, she slammed into third gear, took her foot off the clutch and floored the accelerator in one of the smoothest gear shifting actions he’d ever witnessed. When she had played out third gear, she smoothly shifted into fourth and then finally into fifth.
Clutching the side handhold, he hadn’t even realized his eyes were shut until he opened them to see a big-ass semi barreling down towards them. About to say something, he looked at her and when he saw she had one eye on the semi and one on the rear-view mirror checking for when it was safe to cross back over into their lane, he kept his mouth shut.
Okay, all was well and it had actually taken that semi several more seconds before it whizzed past them. He was startled when she pumped her fist into the air and yelled, “Yee-Ha!”
With a big grin on her face, she turned to him with a quick glance and asked, “Was that hot or what?”
Figuring it was all right to talk now without breaking her concentration, he said, “I think that was ‘or what.’ Is this always how you drive?”
Her eyes were back on the road. It was at least one thing he appreciated about her driving. If she did talk, she didn’t keep turning to look at him. He had seen how she constantly checked her side and rear view mirrors, and stayed aware and alert to everything going on around her.
“Yeah, I love to drive.”
“Who taught you to drive like that?”
“My dad. When I was fifteen and wanted my learner’s permit, he said he had a couple conditions before he would agree. One was that I learned how to drive a stick shift so that I would be able to drive any kind of car when and if the need should arise. I also had to learn how to change a tire by myself in case I ever got stuck on the road at night. He didn’t want me having to wait for someone to come to my rescue; better to get it done myself and get back on the road. Those were just my dad’s requirements. Then my stepdad had a few more. Not only did I have to learn how to check my oil, but change it as well. He expected me to check my belts and hoses every six months to be sure they were in good shape, and he insisted I learn at least enough about the workings under the hood so I wouldn’t get ripped off by an auto mechanic.”
RJ was impressed. It was a lot more than your average woman knew about cars. Shit, it was more than your average young man knew these days. With schools cutting back on so many programs, auto shop wasn’t even an option any longer in a lot of high schools.
Still, he felt driving like a race car driver on public streets was more than a little on the dangerous side. Sure, she was an excellent driver. He wasn’t sure he could handle a stick shift as well as she did. But that didn’t make her driving habits safe.
When they were back at his place, eating some take-out from The Pit, he tried to talk to her about it. The talk hadn’t gone well, and ended up turning into the biggest fight they’d had up to that point.
At first, sh
e had politely and respectfully listened to his objections. When he was finished explaining to her why he felt it was unsafe and how she was not only endangering herself, but also the people around her, she refused to see his side of it.
“Look, I’m almost thirty years old, and I’ve been driving like this since my dad taught me how to drive. He took me to the driving range where the U.S. Marshal Service teaches their recruits driving techniques. I learned from the best, and I know my car. I know how to handle it, and I don’t do anything that I don’t feel is safe.”
“I didn’t feel very safe when you were zipping in and out of traffic when we were in Boulder. It felt like we were on a race track and you were jockeying to grab the lead position. I don’t care how good a driver you are, driving like that in a city is not safe and I want you to stop it.”
“Well guess what?” Her tone told him she was pissed off by his suggestion that she wasn’t driving safely. “The people in hell want ice water and they ain’t getting it. I am not going to change my driving habits just because you don’t like them. I don’t get tickets and I don’t go much more than five miles over the speed limit. At least, not in town. I do ten over on the freeway because that’s pretty much the standard on what you can do and not get a ticket.”
RJ thought her thinking was a little flawed. Just because she hadn’t received a ticket for the way she drove didn’t mean it was safe.
“Frankly, I’m surprised you haven’t had a ticket for reckless driving the way you weaved in and out of traffic trying to get ahead of everybody else.”
“I’m not trying to get ahead of everybody else, I just don’t like to stop if I don’t have to. Besides, it’s fun. And if you noticed, I didn’t drive like that once we were back in Corbin’s Bend. I drove slowly, following the 25 mph speed limit, and didn’t do any of what you call ‘jockeying’ to get ahead of everybody else.”
“Actually, I did notice that but I assumed you did it because you know if your uncle caught you driving recklessly through this community, he’d probably have you up in front of the board and you’d be sentenced to a public spanking.”
She looked at him in disbelief and he could tell she was getting angrier now.
“That is not why I drive slowly around here! I do it because it’s a residential area and I know there could be children playing in their front yards who might run out into the street at any moment. If you really had paid attention to my driving, you would see that I adjust my driving to what the traffic situation is.”
“I don’t want to argue with you, Kelly. I’m asking you nicely and politely to please curb this urge you have to zip in and out of traffic. I don’t care how good of a driver you may be, it’s not safe.”
“And I’m telling you, nicely and politely,” she answered with more sarcasm in her voice than he cared for, “I am not going to change my driving habits just because you don’t like them.”
“Then I’m going to make it a rule. When you’re in town, you will drive civilly and normally. If you’re on the freeway, and traffic allows for you to pass other cars, that’s fine. But in the city you will drive safely.”
“Fuck that shit, sweetheart.” She was beyond angry now and he knew things were only going to get worse. “I already drive safely and you don’t get to make rules just because you want to. Rules are supposed to be consensual. That means I have to agree to go along with the rule. And I don’t. So take your fucking rule and shove it where the sun don’t shine.”
Her blue/gray eyes were dark with anger and dared him to challenge her. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought there was a glimmer of knowing she had gone too far. Letting it go would undermine his position as her HOH. There was no time like the present to let her know that she couldn’t speak to him that way. The sarcasm, disrespect, and the words she used demanded a response from him.
They had moved to the kitchen and were putting away the leftovers of their dinner while still arguing over her driving methods. He opened the drawer and pulled out a bamboo stirring spoon that was nearly flat and about three inches wide.
He grabbed her by the waist, took her under his arm, and balanced her over his hip. Before she could even protest, he flipped up the skirt she was wearing and applied a half dozen sharp, rapid spanks to her bottom. Then he tossed the spoon on the counter, let her up, and said, “Go in the bedroom, strip, and stand in the corner. I want you to think about the way you just spoke to me. I’ll be in shortly for your punishment.”
Her face was flushed red with anger and she stomped her foot. “You can’t spank me and send me to the corner and expect me to submit to punishment just because I won’t agree to a rule you want to put in place. That’s not how this is supposed to work.”
“You’d be right, if that’s what you were being punished for. But you’re being punished for the way you spoke to me. Now I suggest you do as I told you and get in the corner.”
She was about to protest more, but he saw it in her eyes when she realized she had gone way over the line with the way she had spoken to him. She knew she had a spanking coming. And he was pretty sure she knew it was going to be a long hard spanking.
Kelly unbuttoned her blouse angrily as she stomped to what RJ had designated as ‘her corner’ in his bedroom. One of the buttons ripped off, fell to the floor, and rolled under the bed.
“Dammit,” she muttered as she debated if she should get on her hands and knees and find that stupid button. She decided against it because the last thing she wanted right now was for RJ to walk in and find her with her ass pointing to the ceiling, giving him a perfect target.
She slipped out of her skirt and panties, threw them on the chair with her blouse, then unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms while she violently kicked her shoes off. One of them hit the wall and left a black scuff mark.
Good, she thought to herself, serves him right for making me get in the corner just because I disagree with him.
His words came back to her as she faced the corner and found the familiar L-shaped flaw in the plaster. She wasn’t here because she disagreed with him. It was because of what she said. Truthfully, it wasn’t even so much what she said but how she said it. Telling him to take his rule and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine— in other words, stick it up his ass— probably wasn’t the best way to voice her opinion.
She stared at the L-shaped mark in the wall and tried to calculate how many times she’d been in this corner. She thought this was the fifth time. No, make that the sixth time if she counted the very first time he put her in the corner for only three minutes. If she calculated the time starting from her very first spanking when he objected to the way she had dressed for their first dinner date in Boulder, she was getting sent to the corner approximately every week and a half to two weeks. And every corner session was followed by a punishment spanking.
Admittedly, most of those punishment spankings turned into play spankings and ended with the two of them rolling on the bed, their limbs intertwined as they had some of the hottest sex on the planet. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would end like that this time. Somehow she doubted it.
Why the hell can’t I just think for a few seconds before I open my big mouth and say something that lands me here in front of the stupid L-shaped thing on the wall? Well, RJ would probably be pleased to know I’m thinking about exactly what he wants me to think about, and coming to the conclusion he wants me to come to. Whatever happened to that old movie line, ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry?’
She heard his footsteps coming towards the door and he stopped once he entered the bedroom. She felt her face blushing because she knew he was staring at her naked backside. If the wooden spoon he’d smacked her with before sending her in here had left any red marks, they were probably already faded away.
The next sound she heard was him unbuckling his belt. Then came the whoosh of it being drawn through his belt loops. The faint sound of his zipper being lowered came next, and then the rustle of clothing as
he stepped out of his trousers and took his shirt off.
It was funny how in the space of a few months she already knew so many of his routines. He always undressed down to his T-shirt and boxers to spank her. She figured it was because it was a lot easier to just take off those last two items instead of having to completely undress before he fucked her. She heard him sit on the bed and then he asked, “Are you ready to come out of the corner?
“Yes.”
“Yes…?” There was a heavy pause and she knew what he wanted to hear, but was grateful that he only expected it when she was being punished. She still didn’t like that ‘sir’ crap at all.
“Yes, sir,” she said and hoped it didn’t sound as sarcastic to him as it had to her own ears.
“Good. Come on over here.”
She obeyed, trying to fight the feeling of being a good little lap dog. Deciding to get this hated part over with, she said, “I’m sorry I told you to stick your rule up your ass. I just got mad and felt like you’re trying to change me. I’m a good driver, I like to drive, and I don’t want to change the way I drive. I’m not going to change that.”
As soon as she said the last sentence, she knew she should have kept her mouth shut.
He nodded his acknowledgment of her apology, and said “You do realize you’re not being spanked for your driving habits, don’t you? You’re being spanked for the disrespectful way you spoke to me, the language you used, and your refusal to speak calmly about things you don’t want to talk about.”
“I know, and I said I’m sorry.” What the hell else does he want me to say?
“All right then, over you go,” he said as he patted one thigh.
As she draped herself over his lap, she realized it was becoming less and less awkward to do so. They had worked out the best position that suited them both and accommodated her height. Once she was in position, he lifted his right leg on his toes, raising her ass up into a perfect spanking position.
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