Spank Me, Maybe

by Paige Tyler

  Bree almost cringed as she watched him take the casserole dish out of the oven. Not only was the dinner totally inedible, but the dish she’d made it in was probably ruined. And the biscuits looked so much like hockey pucks that the Colorado Avalanche could probably put them to good use. She hadn’t meant to actually burn dinner, but figured that since she had, it could only earn her extra spanks.

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I was reading a magazine. I guess I forgot to check on it.”

  Dean’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, I guess so.” He looked around the kitchen, his eyes narrowing as he took in the flour-covered counters. “What the hell did you do in here, anyway?”

  Bree didn’t answer. She held her breath, chewing on her lower lip as she waited for him to grab her arm and drag her over his knee. But instead, her boyfriend was shaking his head.

  “Look, don’t worry about it,” he finally said. “We’ll have something else.”

  She stared at him. Any other time, she would have loved him to be so understanding. But she wanted a spanking, dammit.

  He ran his hand through his hair. “I’ve got some work to do, so if you want to wait until later, I’ll help you clean up.”

  Closing the distance between them, he gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth before going into the living room. Bree stood where she was, tears of frustration stinging her eyes. Why hadn’t Dean spanked her? Was it because she hadn’t been bratty enough? Or was she simply not spankable enough?

  Swallowing hard, she blinked back the tears and went over to the sink to start cleaning up. Loudly. She was slamming cabinet doors and banging pots and pans around when her boyfriend poked his head in.

  “Can you do that later?” he asked when she looked up from the sink. “I’m trying to work.”

  Even angrier with her boyfriend now, Bree threw the dishtowel down on the counter. “You know what? Do it yourself.”

  Ignoring the stunned look on Dean’s face, she brushed past him and went into the living room. Grabbing her jacket and purse from the couch, she headed for the door.

  “Bree, wait! I—”

  She slammed the door on the rest of what he said.

  * * * * *

  Bree headed straight for the kitchen and the pint of chocolate, chocolate-chip ice cream in the freezer as soon as she walked into her apartment. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, she fumbled with the lid on the container for a moment before finally yanking it off and tossing it on the counter.

  “Uh-oh. What happened?” Mia asked from the couch.

  Bree didn’t look at her friend as she jabbed the spoon into the ice cream. “Absolutely nothing. That’s the problem.”

  “Dean didn’t spank you?”

  Bree threw herself onto the couch beside her friend. “Dean didn’t even think of spanking me. I made a complete mess in his kitchen and burned dinner to a crisp, not to mention had music blaring when he walked in, and all he did was tell me not to worry about it, that we’d eat something else.” She dug in for more ice cream. “Maybe he’s just not into spanking.”

  Mia frowned. “Or maybe he is, but he’s not sure if you are. Maybe his first instinct was to grab you by the arm and put you over his knee, but he wasn’t sure if he should. Guys today are programmed that they have to be sensitive and understanding.”

  “I’m all for sensitive and understanding,” Bree said as she spooned out more ice cream. “But how about some macho, caveman stuff now and then, too. Besides, being all sensitive didn’t stop Jim from spanking you that first time.”

  Her friend smiled. “Sensitive is not a word you use to describe Jim. I mean, he’s absolutely wonderful and I love him, but not much stops him from going all caveman and spanking me most of the time.” She sat up straighter, her eyes lighting up. “Hey, why don’t I have Jim talk to Dean for you?”

  Bree’s eyes went wide. “Don’t you dare! And don’t you dare tell Jim about this, either.”

  “But—”

  “I mean it. I’d never be able to look Jim in the face if he knew I wanted to get spanked.”

  Mia held up her hands in a show of acquiescence. “Okay, okay. I won’t tell him. Chill out.”

  Bree spooned more ice cream into her mouth and stared at the television. She had to sit through a few commercials before the show came back on. When it did, she groaned to herself. What did Mia find so fascinating about Reality TV?

  “You know,” her friend said. “Just because we can’t tell Jim about your newfound obsession with getting spanked, that doesn’t mean we can’t enlist his help.”

  Bree slanted her a look. “Oh, yeah? And how are we going to do that?”

  Mia picked up the remote and muted the sound on the television, then turned sideways on the couch and sat cross-legged.

  “Remember how watching Jim spank me made you think about trying it yourself?” Bree nodded. “Well, it stands to reason it’ll have the same effect on Dean. I’ll get Jim to spank me somewhere that Dean will be sure to see it. You show up at the appropriate time, point out that he seems fascinated by what’s going on, then ask him if he’d like to spank you.”

  Bree ate another spoonful of ice cream as she considered that. It still meant she’d have to come out and ask Dean to spank her, but doing it while he was watching the other couple didn’t make it seem quite as difficult. Besides, that might be the only way she was going to get her boyfriend to do it.

  “Where do you think we should do it?” she asked Mia.

  Her friend grinned. “How about while we’re up in Vail? The romantic setting will make it even easier.”

  Bree licked the spoon clean. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re very devious?”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Mia uncurled herself from the couch. “Come on. Let’s go pack.”

  Bree took one more spoonful of ice cream, her mood better than it had been in days. Thanks to Mia, she had a brand new plan, and this time it was going to work.

  * * * * *

  Jim paused in the middle of his set of hammer curls to give Dean a surprised look when he walked into the gym. “I didn’t think you were working out tonight.”

  “I didn’t think I was, either.” Dean scowled as he grabbed a set of weights from the rack. “Bree and I had a fight.”

  He’d almost gone after her when she’d stormed out of his apartment, but then thought it would be better to let her cool off. Since he didn’t even know what he’d done wrong, he probably would have ended up saying the wrong thing and pissing her off again. So he’d texted her an all-inclusive apology, telling her he’d call her later. But after cleaning up the kitchen, he was too wired to grade papers, so he figured some reps in the gym’s weight room would get his mind right.

  Jim frowned and went back to his hammer curls. “Right before we go to Vail for the weekend. Great. What’d the two of you fight about anyway?”

  Dean shook his head as he started a set of bicep curls. “I wish to hell I knew. I came home to her iPod blaring and her sitting on the couch reading a magazine while dinner’s burning in the oven.”

  His friend smirked. “She actually made dinner?”

  Dean’s mouth edged up. Bree’s lack of skill in the kitchen wasn’t a secret. She more than made up for it in the bedroom, though, which was just fine with him. “I know, right?”

  Jim switched out weights and started to work out his delts. “So, what pissed her off?”

  “That’s the thing—I don’t have a clue.” Dean took a mid-set break, then curled again. “I told her that it was no big deal, that we’d just have something else for dinner, and she went in the kitchen and started to clean up—really freaking loudly. When I asked her if she could clean up later so I could do some work, she got mad and stormed out.”

  Jim did another set, then put the weights back in the rack. “Dude, that would have been the perfect opportunity to spank her, you know that, right?”

  Dean snorted. “Yeah, right.”

  He could picture it now. Instead of ask
ing her to clean up later, he should have sat down on one of the straight-backed chairs in the kitchen and put her over his knee, then reddened her cute, little ass until she was begging him to touch her.

  Great. Now he had a hard-on.

  “I told you,” he said to Jim. “Bree’s not into that.”

  “I didn’t think Mia would be into it, either, but she is.”

  Dean went right into hammer curls. “I’m not just going to grab Bree and put her over my knee, Jim.”

  “Then don’t. Bring it up in conversation instead. You know, tell her how hot spanking is, then ask her if she’d like to try it.”

  Dean didn’t answer. Jim just didn’t get it.

  His friend took a swig from his water bottle. “Okay, look. If you won’t give Bree a spanking without knowing if she’s into it, and you won’t ask her if she’s into it, then maybe you should let her watch one and see how she reacts.”

  Dean stopped curling and frowned. “What, you mean like sit her down with my laptop and a website with spanking videos?”

  “No. Though that’d probably work, too.” Jim set down his water bottle. “I was thinking of me spanking Mia somewhere that Bree will be sure to see it. If she comes onto you all hot and bothered, you’ll know she likes the idea of getting spanked. Then you just ask her if she’d like to give it a try.” He grinned. “Problem solved.”

  Dean didn’t think it would be quite that easy, but as plans went, it wasn’t half bad. He put the weights in the rack and grabbed his towel. “Say I go along with this, when do you want to do it?”

  His friend shrugged. “How about up at the ski lodge? Since we’re sharing a cabin, it’ll be simple to pull off.”

  And since Bree wouldn’t know he was part of the deception, it wouldn’t ruin their vacation if it turned out she wasn’t into spanking. But if it turned out that she was into it, then he was going to be in for one hell of an awesome ski trip.

  Chapter Four

  Bree was so excited at the prospect of getting spanked that by the time Dean and Jim got there to pick her and Mia up the next day, she forgot all about her own failed attempts to get her boyfriend to spank her. She gave him a slow, sexy kiss when he walked in the door.

  “So, I guess that means I’m forgiven for last night?” Dean asked when he lifted his head.

  Bree gave him a sheepish look. “Sorry I left you to clean up the mess I made.”

  His hand slid down her back to rest lightly on her jean-clad ass. “You can make it up to me later.”

  The words sent a delicious shiver through her and she had to bite her lips to stifle a moan as they followed their friends outside.

  As they drove to Vail, Bree’s gaze kept straying to Dean’s hands on the wheel. He had big hands with long fingers, and though he spent his days in a classroom teaching high school science, the palms were slightly calloused thanks to the hours he put in at the gym lifting weights. What would those hands feel like smacking against her bare ass? The thought made her squirm in her seat. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mia smile and wink at her from the back seat as if she knew exactly what Bree was thinking.

  It was almost dark by the time they got to the ski lodge, so after checking in, they dropped their luggage at the cabin, then went out to dinner. Even though the food was great, Bree could barely eat. All she thought about was the spanking she was going to get that night. She almost did a happy dance when the guys suggested heading back to the cabin right after they ate so they could get to bed early and hit the slopes first thing in the morning.

  While Dean and Jim were busy getting the ski stuff ready for the next day, Bree recruited Mia to make hot chocolate with her.

  “Are you going to get Jim to spank you tonight?” she asked her friend softly.

  Mia shook her head. “I’ll do it after we go skiing tomorrow.”

  Bree frowned as she poured hot water into the mugs. “That means I’ll have to wait.”

  Her friend laughed. “All the anticipation is going to make it that much better when Dean finally does spank you.”

  More likely, all the anticipation was going to drive her crazy. But Mia picked up two of the mugs and went back into the living room before she could say anything. With a sigh, Bree picked up the other mugs and followed.

  All the anticipation also made Bree incredibly turned on as well and she jumped Dean the minute they went into their bedroom that night. Not that he seemed to mind, she noticed. Maybe if she told him that her constant state of arousal was due to this sudden obsession she had with spanking, he’d be all over the idea.

  * * * * *

  Bree always enjoyed skiing, but she had even more fun knowing what would be waiting for her when they got back to the cabin. Mia had refused to tell her exactly what the plan was, so she had no idea when her friend was going to implement it. She almost cheered when Mia suggested Bree and Dean get the snowmobiles ready while she and Jim made lunch.

  Jim frowned, but didn’t say anything. No doubt he’d rather help Dean get the snowmobiles ready instead of pull kitchen duty. He probably would have said as much if Mia hadn’t grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the kitchen. The dark-haired girl gave Bree a wink and a smile over her shoulder.

  It was Bree’s turn to frown. How was Dean supposed to see Mia get spanked if they were outside with the stupid snowmobiles? She chewed on her lip, her gaze drifting toward the kitchen. She’d rather hang around until Jim started spanking Mia, but she didn’t want Dean getting suspicious if she dawdled too long. He was already looking at her expectantly. It would probably be better to give Mia a few minutes to work her magic anyway. But how the heck was she going to get Dean back inside in time for the main event?

  An idea came to her as they walked into the shed where the snowmobiles were kept. She stopped and turned to him. “I forgot my gloves. Can you go back in and get them for me?”

  Dean hesitated, his brow furrowing, but then he nodded. “Yeah, sure. Where are they?”

  “In the bedroom, I think.”

  Since their bedroom was right next to Mia and Jim’s, there was no way for Dean to miss what their friends were doing. Mia might have been leading Jim toward the kitchen, but Bree had no doubt that her friend had taken a detour into their bedroom the minute she and Dean stepped outside.

  Bree had to force herself not to hurry after him. She had to give him enough time to check out the show Mia was putting on before going to look for him. Once Dean did, he’d be as mesmerized as Bree was the first time she’d seen her friend getting spanked. No guy could resist something as erotic as that, regardless of whether he was into spanking or not. Bree was hoping he was.

  * * * * *

  Dean hadn’t missed the nod Jim gave him before he and Bree left the cabin. It was their pre-arranged signal telling him that Jim was going to spank his girlfriend. So, why was he going back inside to get Bree’s gloves instead of her? Because when she looked at him with those big blue eyes there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

  As he quietly let himself into the cabin, he realized this could work out just as well, if not better. If Jim was spanking Mia, all Dean had to do was hang around long enough for Bree to get impatient and come looking for him. When she found him watching Mia getting spanked, she’d be so turned on by how erotic the whole thing was that she’d ask for a spanking of her own.

  And from the sounds of the smacks and moans coming from their friends’ bedroom, Jim was definitely spanking Mia.

  Grinning, Dean silently made his way across the living room. He’d seen videos online of guys spanking women, but he’d never actually watched another couple do it for real. Just the thought of watching Jim spank Mia was enough to get him hard.

  He stooped outside the bedroom and cautiously looked inside. He didn’t think Jim would be stupid enough to give Mia a view of the doorway, but when a guy was about to put a woman over his knee, he wasn’t thinking about anything but that.

  Thankfully, Jim had considered that. He was sitting on the ben
ch at the foot of the bed, his half-naked girlfriend draped over his knee, her bare ass in perfect view of the open door. Dean watched in fascination as his friend brought his hand down over and over on her rounded cheeks. Mia still wore her T-shirt, but her panties had been pulled down and were banded around her thighs, and as Dean stared at her rapidly reddening skin, he couldn’t help but imagine his own girlfriend in that same position. Only in his mind, he was sitting on the bench spanking Bree’s ass. Every time Jim smacked Mia’s bottom, he pretended he was smacking Bree’s. And every time Mia moaned, he pretended it was his girlfriend.

  He stifled a groan. If Bree didn’t come in soon, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back long enough to spank her before burying himself in her sweet pussy. Dean glanced over his shoulder. Where was she, anyway? He was sure she would have come looking for him.

  Dean hesitated, torn between watching Jim spank Mia some more and going in search of his girlfriend. If he wanted Bree to see Mia get spanked, he had to figure out a way to get her into the cabin, and soon.

  Giving Jim and Mia one more longing look, Dean left the cabin and headed back out to the shed.

  * * * * *

  Okay, she’d given her boyfriend enough time to get used to the idea of spanking her. Time to go back in. Bree started for the door only to freeze when Dean walked into the shed. What the heck was he doing out here? Hadn’t he seen Jim spanking Mia?

  Dean gave her a shrug. “I couldn’t find your gloves.

  “Did you look in the bedroom?”

  More importantly, had he looked in their friend’s bedroom?

  He walked over to the snowmobiles. “Yeah, but I didn’t see them. Maybe you should go in and get them.”

  “Are Mia and Jim still making lunch?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  He guessed? It wasn’t difficult to tell the difference between making sandwiches and smacking a girl’s ass.

  She cringed as a thought occurred to her. What if Jim had insisted on closing the bedroom door while he spanked Mia? Maybe that was why Dean hadn’t seen anything?