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Groomed

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by Bethany Leigh


  Private message to: Becca1

  From: Girl Friday

  Thanks for your message and post, Becca. I was really glad to hear from you, as I'd started to wonder if you were that British backpacker who disappeared. Marie Beckham. Your posts disappeared at the same time she did.

  Anyway, it really cheered me up knowing that meeting a disciplinarian is not only possible, but can work out well. To be honest, I was devastated (still am) when my husband said he didn't want to continue DD. I respect his decision *not* to spank me, but at the same time I don't want to spend the rest of my life not getting spanked. I feel I've spent enough years not having my needs met. It's just that my husband isn't the right person to meet this particular need.

  How did you meet Ben if he doesn't post? Did he private message you? I half-expected to see lots of private messages with offers to spank me after posting that message, but there was nothing.

  Private message to: Girl Friday

  From: Becca1

  I had one weird message, which I reported to Admin. Admin's great. He gets rid of all the sleazebags.

  I feel for you, being married but not having your husband share your need. Did he know about it before you married him?

  And, yes, that poor girl, Marie Beckham. I've been thinking about her so much, as we were backpacking in Oz at the same time. I'm sure she must be dead, aren't you? It could so easily have been me. That keeps going through my mind.

  I stopped posting once I started seeing Ben. It just got too difficult trying to find internet cafes and then once I got home I was just so busy and didn't even visit the forum for ages. Sorry if I worried you! Becca xxx

  Private message to: Becca1

  From: Girl Friday

  No, my husband didn't know anything about my spanking needs. I never told anybody, I was too embarrassed. I thought I was the only woman who got turned on by the idea of spanking before I got the internet. I wish I'd had internet access before I got married, because I would have realised then that DD was real, and that I could find another spanko to spend my life with.

  Private message to: Girl Friday

  From: Becca1

  That's so sad. I'm lucky the internet came along while I'm still single. Do you and your husband get on in other ways, though, have other things in common? Relationships aren't all about spanking, after all. I'm sure even Panda must spend more hours when she's not across Hayden's knee than when she is. Becca xxx

  Private message to: Becca1

  From: Girl Friday

  Lol, that's debateable, Becca! (About Panda, I mean.)

  Yes, Connor and I get on well in other ways. It's only spanking I need to go outside the marriage for. I'm thinking once a week will be enough.

  Private message to: Girl Friday

  From: Becca1

  Whereabouts in Australia are you? I was wondering if I should put you in touch with Ben. He might be able to help you. Becca xxx

  Charlotte hesitated before responding. She regretted letting Connor's name slip, but she'd already hit 'send' before she realised what she'd done. Still, there were heaps of Connors in Australia, just as there were loads of Beccas in Britain. But if she said where they lived…

  Come on, there must be numerous Connors in Melbourne alone.

  And Ben sounded okay. More than okay, actually. Becca liked him enough to consider returning to Australia to see him if she couldn't find a spanko boyfriend in England.

  Charlotte slapped her thighs, typed out a response before she could change her mind.

  Private message to: Becca1

  From: Girl Friday

  We're in Melbourne, Becca.

  Becca responded almost instantaneously, surprising Charlotte, who had just glanced at her computer clock. Becca was up late. It was nearly two-thirty in the morning in England.

  Private message to: Girl Friday

  From: Becca1

  Ben's in Melbourne too. Well, close to it, somewhere in country Victoria, with a name I can't remember. But we met up in Melbourne and in a couple of national parks on the outskirts. Would you like me to put you in touch with him? I know he has been a disciplinarian to other women in the past. And he likes to take things slowly, so you can always pull out after meeting for a coffee if you don't feel it's the right move for you. Anyway, I'm off to bed now. It's really late. Lucky—or should I say UNLUCKY—I don't live with a HoH, right? Let me know if you'd like to be put in contact with Ben and I'll message him in the morning. Good night! Nice talking to you. Becca xxx

  Charlotte's heart thudded as she tapped back a response.

  Private message to: Becca1

  From: Girl Friday

  Yes, why not? After all, like you say, I have nothing to lose. Thank you so much for your help. Sleep well! xx

  Charlotte struggled through the day, wondering when Becca would wake up and contact Ben. If she went to bed at two-thirty in the morning, she probably wouldn't get up until at least ten-thirty, which was nine-thirty tonight here in Australia. And she may not contact Ben straightaway. Charlotte resigned herself to the fact it could be tomorrow before she received an update.

  And tomorrow was Monday. Charlotte and Connor would be back at work after the Christmas-New Year break. Connor was taking a couple more days off the following week, for Josh's visit, but Charlotte had no leave booked until April, when she and Connor were having a walking holiday in the Flinders and Gammon Ranges in South Australia. They'd had a row about that too. Connor had wanted to camp. Charlotte had said camping was fine for a weekend, but not two weeks. He'd suggested staying at backpacker hostels, and she'd flipped. "We're a married couple, Con, not backpackers. I want some frigging privacy!" Her imagination had conjured up cosy bed and breakfasts, but in the end they'd compromised on booking cabins in camp grounds. At least she wouldn't have to dash across the grass every time she needed the toilet, and one of the cabins they'd booked had a spa. After the DD debacle, Charlotte had wondered whether they should cancel. But they'd been getting on better, kept the booking.

  Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad when she was seeing someone regularly for discipline. She could enjoy the scenery, the bushwalking, Connor's company, safe in the knowledge that when she returned from holiday, she had an appointment with someone who'd take her over his knee.

  It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it would be better than nothing. Better than Connor's reluctant, clumsy efforts. And maybe, as she got to know her disciplinarian, he'd come to genuinely care for her as a friend, so his spankings would feel more real.

  "Lottie!"

  Connor interrupted her thoughts. She was in the office, ostensibly working on Death Vault. She clicked out of Spanking Sheilas, hearing his approach. She clicked through to a bookmarked website on poisons. When he entered the room, she was reading up on toxic fish.

  "How's the writing going?" he asked.

  "Good. Just working out a good way of murdering my gymnastics coach. Death by poisonous fish."

  Connor slipped his arms around her. "It's so good to see you so motivated with your writing. You used to talk about writing books, but you let it go when you migrated."

  "Oh, well, I needed the time to settle in, get on top of my job. I feel ready to write the novels now. And actually, working on the sports mag has given me some good ideas."

  "That's great." He stroked her hair. "Anyway, I just came in to see if you wanted to go out for lunch? Given it's the last day of our holidays. My treat," he added.

  "Sounds good to me." She had a sudden disturbing thought. "Well, unless you're suggesting McDonald's, that is."

  "No," he protested, like it was something he'd never consider when actually she'd had more McDonald's in the two years they'd been married than in the entire decade before it. Though, to be fair, it was usually because Josh was with them and wanted to eat there. "I thought we'd try that café in the high street that opened just before Christmas."

  "Yeah, great." The new café looked like it had a good vibe. Connor was making more effort. Charl
otte exited the website, started to shut down the computer.

  "It's okay," he said. "There's no hurry. Finish off what you're doing, then we can go out."

  "No, I've pretty much finished what I was doing and I'm hungry." She wasn't, actually—they'd had a late breakfast—but Connor didn't offer to take her out to eat very often, and it was important to make the most of it when he did.

  And it would also prevent her from constantly checking her inbox on Spanking Sheilas.

  Fourteen

  Private message to: Girl Friday

  From: Ben Dover

  Hi Girl Friday,

  A friend of mine, Becca, messaged me and told me you might be interested in regular meetings with a disciplinarian.

  I don't know what she's told you about me, if anything. I live in central Victoria, about an hour's drive from Melbourne. My first name really is Ben, my surname isn't really Dover, and I am 45 years old. I am divorced, and have been in a couple of relationships that haven't worked out. I'd very much like to meet a woman spanko who'd like to marry me, but in the meantime I've been able to satisfy my own needs by helping several women satisfy theirs. Becca was among those women. We had a very pleasant few weeks together in the spring, with me providing the discipline and spankings she's craved for many years.

  You're new to the forum, but I've seen your post about how you are married, have tried DD briefly, but it hasn't worked for you. Does your husband know you're thinking of seeing a disciplinarian? If we do meet up, I'd like to know whether it's with his approval/agreement or not. Not that it makes any difference should you want to pursue a disciplinary relationship—we will not, after all, be having an affair. I shall simply be spanking you for any misbehaviour you confess to me. But I like a clear picture of what's happening in the background, I guess.

  Anyway, I shall leave it to you as to whether you'd like to get in touch with me. I like to get to know a woman online first. Chat with her, either here through the forum messages function, or by email. That way we can get to know each other, and I can work out what you want help for, in terms of discipline. Once we have corresponded for a while, I suggest we meet in a public place a few times, to get to know one another in real life. A disciplinary relationship involves a great deal of trust, and it's important we are both comfortable with each other before I put you across my knee.

  So get in touch if you want, and tell me a little more about yourself and the discipline you are seeking. If you decide against contacting me, I wish you good luck in finding what you want with someone else.

  Kind regards,

  Ben

  Charlotte read the message over and again before she had to leave to catch her train. She played it over in her mind as the train rattled down the line. She started composing responses in her head. She was nervous, scared, but she wanted to meet Ben, wanted to pursue this. She wondered what he looked like, whether she would fancy him and whether that would complicate things. Her mind was so full of Ben that she could barely focus on the Monday morning editorial meeting.

  "—think you can handle that okay, Lottie?"

  Charlotte startled. There were twelve eyes around the table and ten of them were focused on her. Greg was eyeing her particularly inquiringly.

  "Sure," she said. Shit, what the hell was he talking about?

  "Great. I can give you a bit more budget for that one, given we can expect a lot more advertising for an Olympic special issue."

  Oh yeah, of course there'd be an Olympic special issue. The September one probably, because it came out in August, a month before the Games. She really needed to snag an interview with Australia's golden girl, Cathy Freeman, the 400-metre runner.

  "So that'll make winter really busy for everybody," Greg said. "The usual monthly issues, plus putting together the Olympic special. But there's lots of time still, and the more we can do to stay ahead, so that the extra issue slots in seamlessly, the better. Lottie, we'll have a separate meeting to talk about the things we need to include in the Olympic special."

  "Okay," Charlotte agreed. Shit, a thirteen-issue year, just what she didn't need when she was distracted by being spanked by a disciplinarian.

  Well, at least she knew what Ben, when she met him, would need to spank her for, Charlotte mused wryly as she walked back to the dingy, cluttered 21st Century Sportswoman office.

  Private message to: Ben Dover

  From: Girl Friday

  Hi Ben,

  Thanks for your message. I am definitely interested in working with a disciplinarian to help cure me of my temper, general grumpy behaviour and inability to concentrate properly at work.

  I haven't told my husband about this, and to be honest, I don't think I will. DD was a disaster for us, and spanking is a sore point (excuse the pun) for him, and I'd rather not mention it. It's not as if I'm planning an affair. To me, seeing you for discipline would be no different to seeing my GP if I feel unwell, or my dentist when I have toothache. You're fulfilling a need I have. There's no need for him to feel jealous, because it's something he can't provide for me, any more than he could give me a root canal.

  I live in Melbourne's outer eastern suburbs. I guess that means CBD would be the most convenient place for us to meet? I work in the inner city, and that might also be convenient for meeting up.

  I am 36 and have fantasised about spanking all my life, but never told anyone until I 'came out' on the forum in September (that was under another name—Miss Scarlet—and I left for a while, and had to take a new user name), and then told Connor. I do regret telling Connor. It was a big mistake. I wish I'd just tried to find a disciplinarian back then—it would have saved a lot of trouble!

  I look forward to hearing from you. My email address is scarletms@ausmail.com if you prefer to send emails.

  Miss Scarlet/Girl Friday

  From: Ben2987@ausmail.com

  To: scarletms@ausmail.com

  Hi Miss Scarlet/Girl Friday,

  You really need to tell me your name. I really can't keep calling you Girl Friday or Miss Scarlet. (Even though that's what you will be when you've spent a bit of time over my knee!)

  As I said, I want us to get to know each other better online before we decide to meet up. That means telling each other a bit about ourselves. You don't have to tell me everything, just little bits of information, like your first name, what type of work you do, the kind of interests you have. Things like that—the sort of thing you'd tell your dentist or GP, to use your analogy.

  I'm a self-employed accountant, which means I can be flexible when we decide to meet up down the track. It may be more difficult for you if you are in full-time work, but I can easily meet you at lunchtime near your workplace. Don't worry, I shan't talk about spanking when we're in a public place. That's why it's best we know a bit about each other, so we have things to discuss in case we're overheard.

  Are you back at work now? I started work again today, having taken a break over Christmas and New Year.

  Ben

  From: Miss Scarlet

  To: Ben Dover

  Hi Ben,

  My name is Charlotte and I'm a journalist. I do work full-time, but I get time off in lieu for working extra hours. I have about four days owed to me that I can make use of if we do meet up. Other than that, we might have to find time at weekends, which could be difficult for me, with Connor. He does work a late shift one week in every four, so an early evening meet-up could also work for me.

  I've (obviously!) never seen a disciplinarian before, and am a bit unclear about how it will work. Nobody really discusses this on the forums—most of the posters are happy married and in DD or D/s relationships. Do I tell you the behaviour I want to improve (as mentioned before I'd like to control my temper better, in particular) and then confess when I've fallen short of my ideals, or do you make rules as well? I'm curious.

  Charlotte

  From: Ben Dover

  To: Miss Scarlet

  Hi Charlotte,

  That's a very pretty name, by the
way.

  The way it will work is that you tell me the behaviours you want to improve. You are accountable to me for your failings in meeting the behavioural standards you set yourself. As long as you consent to my discipline, then how I punish you is up to me. Punishment will include spanking, but I shall decide how many spanks, whether an implement is necessary, and decide for myself at what point in the spanking you are truly sorry. Other punishments may include lines or corner time or having your mouth soaped out. Again, that decision is mine. Once you have consented to my discipline, it is up to me to administer it as I see fit, even if you decide in the moment that you absolutely don't want to be spanked or have your mouth soaped out. You will need to agree to this before we can proceed. I will not be your disciplinarian without full consent.

  Does that sound agreeable to you?

  Ben

  Lines? Corner time? Soapy mouthwash? Charlotte had never fantasised about these things. But other spankos did and these punishments were often described on Spanking Sheilas. She wasn't sure how she'd feel standing in the corner. Silly, childish? Soapy mouthwash in particular sounded a turn-off.

  But the spanking… Having a man deciding how many spanks to give her and whether to use an implement! She'd always had to hand-hold Connor through everything, leaving the implement she fancied being spanked with lying around so he could see it. Charlotte's breath caught at the line 'decide for myself at what point in the spanking you are truly sorry'. She imagined him spanking her to tears and then some, reddening her bottom until she was sobbing and vowing that she'd never yell at Connor or throw something in a rage, not ever again.

 

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