by Corey, PK
Hal led her to the door and kissed her as she headed to the car. “Take your time,” he called. “I have a few things to work on here.” Things I’m sure I’ll love, she thought, giving a mental eye-roll.
Susan quickly remembered that sitting, and especially walking while wearing a plug, created a very uncomfortable sensation and for the hundredth time since she had woken that morning, she wondered what she had gotten herself into. Yet she felt… something more. There was a little excitement, a certain kinkiness to the whole idea that made her heart and mind dance back and forth between excitement and dread.
Chapter 9
Susan parked at the small market. She hoped they would have what Hal wanted her to get. They had been told that serious supply shopping had to be done in Denver. They had stocked up on most of the things they needed the day before they moved in. She certainly didn’t want to wear the plug all the way to Denver. Her bottom throbbed as she got out of the car. The combination of her most recent spanking and the horrible plug had her shifting, trying to find some comfort. It wasn’t working. Stepping into the store, she quickly glanced at the first few items on the list:
Ginger
Tobacco
A wooden spoon/spatula
A rubber or thick plastic spoon/spatula
Bar ivory soap
Taking a basket over her arm and hoping to hide the contents by throwing her sweater over it all, she headed to the produce. Seeing the bin of ginger stopped her in her tracks. Never had she seen so much ginger in one place. Most stores had no more than four or five hands, but here they must have fifteen or more, and this was just a small shop. What kind of warped place had they moved to? She reluctantly selected one she thought would suit Hal’s purpose and quickly moved on to the other things on his list.
Susan headed to the drug store aisle glancing around furtively. This list was just plain embarrassing. At least it seemed so to her, but maybe not to others. What the hell, she thought. No one knows me yet anyway. Taking a deep breath, she began tossing the items into her basket.
Mentholated shaving cream
Razors
K-Y Jelly
Vaseline
Vick’s VapoRub
BenGay
Rectal thermometer
Susan had no real problem with most of these items. The rectal thermometer, however, had her stumped. None she saw in the aisles were like the ones she’d used when her children had been little. She was still searching when she heard laughter. Whirling around, she saw Rose and Quincy standing behind her.
“Looks like Jason got Hal all stirred up with his advice,” Rose commented, shaking her head in sympathy.
Quincy smiled. “I’m glad to see he’s jumping right back into it. It’s going to do the two of you and your marriage a world of good, you know,” she told her.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Susan stammered. “I’m just doing… a little shopping.”
Rose smiled sweetly and with a knowing look said, “Just a little casual shopping, wearing a butt plug?”
A look of horror crossed Susan’s face. “How did…” she trailed off.
Both women laughed.
“Honey you’re in Corbin’s Bend and we see it all the time. You’ll be able to spot it soon, the shifting from foot to foot trying to get comfortable. Clenching and unclenching. We call it the ‘butt plug shuffle.’
“You mean… you?”
“Many times,” Rose confessed.
“And many more to come I suspect,” Quincy chimed in with a laugh.
“I think I have everything on this silly list, but could you help me find the thermometers? The only ones I saw were… well… they seemed, umm… thick.”
“That’s the only kind of rectal ones they sell over the counter. They have the electronic ones and they have the tiny thin glass ones for babies. But you need a prescription from the doctor to get one, and you have to have a baby too,” Quincy explained with a wink. “Here in Corbin’s Bend, I’m pretty sure they know when a man sends his wife for a rectal probe, he doesn’t want a tiny thin one.”
Susan stared at the women in total shock. How can they laugh and joke while I am dying of embarrassment? Quincy reached out and took her arm. “Honey, it’s all part of getting settled. There are going to be times you’re going to feel embarrassed and self-conscious, but soon you’re going to realize that no one’s laughing at you. We may laugh because we’ve been in the same situation or know we could be, but it’s more a feeling of camaraderie than anything else.”
“She’s right,” Rose agreed. “Now finish your shopping. Your husband’s probably waiting on you.” And with that, Rose and Quincy moved on.
Susan stood staring after them, her heart still pounding. Gradually she calmed herself. What they’d told her was true. Corbin’s Bend might be like living in a different country at first, but with a smile she realized it was her country, regardless of how long she’d been away. She liked the idea of spanking and discipline; she craved it. True, sometimes it was better in fantasy than when it was applied to her butt. Still, she was in favor of the whole concept.
Susan shook her head and stood up straighter. She’d been creeping around like a young girl buying her first box of Kotex. She was a grown woman, a fricking grandmother for goodness’ sake! What was there to be embarrassed about? Not only that, she was living in a community that embraced a somewhat kinky, alternative lifestyle and she knew it was where they belonged. It was time to relax, take a deep breath and head home to see what Hal had in mind.
Wondering about it all was exciting her. How would she feel when it was real?
Chapter 10
Susan came through the kitchen door and Hal grabbed a few bags, placing them on the counter.
“How was your shopping trip?” he inquired, smiling.
“Successful, I guess you could say.”
Hal grabbed her in a hug, his hands drifting down to her butt. He caressed for a minute, then placing his finger over the plug, he gave it a little wiggle.
“You ready to remove this?”
“Oh boy, am I! Please!”
“Okay, head to the bedroom and undress completely. Wait for me in the corner. Leave the plug there until I come in.”
“Yes, sir,” Susan answered, hurrying out of the room. Back in the private confines of her home, she was starting to feel sexy.
Where had this Hal been hiding for so long? Susan still felt a combination of apprehension and excitement as she undressed and went to the corner they’d decided would be ‘the’ corner. Many times over the years, the spanking had been her primary focus, probably because they happened so infrequently. But now she found herself wanting to get the spanking behind them and get to the sex part. She shook her head in wonder. She loved feeling this way. It had been a long time.
She heard Hal come into the bedroom. “Susan, you are the most beautiful sight in the world.” Susan felt herself blushing. Silly, Hal had seen her naked a million times. But from the rear, with the plug showing, it was still a bit embarrassing, but in a titillating way.
“Come bend over the bed,” he told her, “and I’ll take it out.”
Susan gasped, as he gently pulled it out, then sighed as she was freed from ‘the little reminder.’ She lay there wiggling a little in anticipation. She wanted sex and she wanted it right now.
She rolled over, smiling at Hal. “I have a suggestion for the next part of the day,” she told him.
“Roll back over,” he told her. Susan complied, still smiling until Hal’s hard hand gave her ass four sharp smacks. “This is a total immersion weekend, honey. I’m the HOH, you’re being taken in hand. I get all the decisions today. Now, I want to try something new. Stand up.”
Susan stood, rubbing her ass. Those spanks had hurt. Hal led her to the other side of the bed where he had laid out a towel. Gently he cupped her mons and told her, “I think it’s time for a shave.”
“You’re going to shave me?” Susan squeaked. She’d never even tho
ught of doing that.
“I am. Lay down and spread your legs for me.”
Susan, still in a bit of shock, did as he asked. He had his charged beard trimmers on the bedside table and began with them. Susan squirmed, feeling the vibration.
“I anticipated this problem,” Hal told her. “When I’m shaving with the razor you can’t be moving around. So…”
Susan raised her head and Hal pulled the old spreader bar from the closet.
“Oh, Hal, no!” she cried. “You know I hate that thing. Why on earth did you keep it all these years?”
“Maybe I knew it would come in handy. And I made it with my own two hands just for you. Nicely padded at the ankles, what’s not to love?”
“I can think of a few things,” Susan muttered as she sat up and let Hal slide her ankles into the hated contraption. It was a little scary to not be able to put your legs together. Only her absolute trust in Hal kept her from balking.
She sat on the edge of the bed and lay back again as Hal continued with the clippers. When he laid them down, Susan reached to feel. “No, no. No touching yet. I’ll tell you when.”
Hal went to the bathroom returning with a warm, moist towel to whisk away the hair and told Susan, “I’m going to use the razor now and you have to be very still. Do you understand? I don’t want to cut you and if you don’t stay still, I’m going to give you a whipping when I’m done.”
Susan felt a twist in her stomach. Did all women react to certain words like this? She could hear ‘spanking’ without that reaction, she could hear ‘paddling.’ But when Hal said he was going to give her a whipping… that sent her right back to the beginning of their relationship when they’d both been kids.
She caught her breath. “I’ll be still, Hal.”
“Good girl,” he told her. He stepped into the bathroom, bringing back another cloth. It was wet and very hot. It made Susan think of the towel a barber wrapped around a man’s face before he shaved someone.
When he removed the towel, she heard the whoosh of shaving cream being squirted into his hand. She felt the cool cream and he smoothed it over her mons and between her legs.
Less than a second later the mentholated part of the shaving cream made itself known.
“Mother-fucker, son of a bitch!” Susan shouted as she shot up from the bed. “Hal, it’s hot, it’s hot! Do something!”
Hal’s answer to her distress was a long, slow kiss. “I told you to be still. You’ll be all right,” he told her, firmly pushing her back down on the bed. Already the blowtorch feeling was dissipating, fading to a burn for sure, but one she could tolerate.
As she settled, Hal shaved her slowly and carefully, occasionally smoothing the shaving cream into more sensitive places. Susan kept still, clutching the bed cover. When he was finished, he unhooked her from the spreader bar and helped her sit up.
“You want to take a shower?” he asked.
Susan nodded. She couldn’t think of anything to say. Hal kissed her again and sent her off with a little pat to the bottom.
Feeling weak-kneed as she stepped into the shower, Susan let the hot water beat down on her. She ran her fingers over her freshly shaved skin. It felt strange and unfamiliar, but it also made her feel sexy. The burning sensation had stopped, but Susan continued to tingle, wondering what the rest of the day would bring.
Wrapped in a towel, Susan came back into the bedroom. Finding Hal still there, she smiled shyly at him before noticing what was in his hand.
“Hal, wait, why…” Susan stammered.
“Over here, please.” Hal was calling her once again to the side of the bed where he’d placed a large pillow. “I told you I’d whip you if you didn’t stay still.”
“But it burned! I wasn’t expecting…”
Susan was walking slowly across the floor as she was speaking. Hal took her hand and removed the towel. He bent her across the pillow and ran his hand over her ass.
A warm, wet butt Susan thought, not the best time for him to use his belt. She said no more aloud. She heard the belt a split second before the white-hot pain screamed across her ass. Before she could catch her breath, two more licks landed in nearly the same spot.
Then Hal’s hand was rubbing where the belt had just done its work. When he finally helped her rise, he wrapped his arms around Susan as her breathing returned to normal.
“You okay?” he asked, quietly.
Susan nodded into his neck.
“Good, you get dressed and I’ll fix us a late lunch. Join me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
Susan nodded again. Hal held her tight for a moment. Then he left her. Susan turned to see her ass in the mirror. Those three licks had been hard, but at least there had only been three. She smiled as she ran her hand over the red stripes left by the belt. She knew she was probably crazy to be as happy as she was. But she really didn’t care.
Chapter 11
The rest of the afternoon was perfect. After a quick sandwich, Susan threw a few things into the crockpot for later. The warm sun promised a beautiful summer day. They took a long walk through the town together. They answered in kind to the waves and nods of everyone they passed, but they didn’t stop for conversations. This was a walk just for the two of them, and others seemed to sense it.
Back at the house they curled up together on their bed for a nap. This is what retirement is all about, Hal thought. Doing what you want when you want to.
Susan rolled toward Hal as she was coming awake. She’d waited long enough, she felt, and she wanted some action. She kissed his neck and ran her hand down his side.
As she reached to caress his crotch, Hal caught her hand and stopped it. “Not yet,” he told her. “I’m in charge, remember?”
Susan flopped back on her pillow, annoyed. Hal nearly laughed at her frustration. He definitely wanted the same thing Susan did, but he had his plans and he was going to carry them out.
Hal sat up and pulled Susan across his lap. “Pouting and demanding, two things I’m definitely not allowing this weekend,” he told her, swatting her bottom forcefully. As he finished, he told her, “I think you need some quiet corner time to make sure you’re focused.”
“Yes, sir,” she said and quickly scurried from the bed. Susan used the corner to hide her smile. For the recent past, before they’d come to Corbin’s bend, their sex life hadn’t been the stuff of romance novels. Right now, wanting sex, throbbing for it and being denied was such a novel feeling for Susan. It was becoming one huge turn-on.
Her exile to the corner was shorted-lived. After dinner, they curled up on the sofa with their wine. “Do you think we made the right decision? Is Corbin’s Bend the right place for us?” Hal asked her.
Susan smiled. “I can’t remember anything feeling more right than this. Now if I could just get you to put out, I’d be fine,” Susan teased.
“Well, if that’s what it’s going to take to make you happy, let’s go.”
In the bedroom Susan let Hal undress her. But damn, he’s going slow, she thought. He kept his clothes on as he laid her on the bed, cupping and kissing her breasts. He gently kissed down her stomach. When he came to her newly shaved lady parts, he took his time kissing, licking and sucking until Susan was on the very verge. Then he stopped.
“Hal, don’t stop. More, please!” Hal smiled. How long had it been since his wife had begged him for anything in bed? His erection agreed with her completely. However, one last part of their weekend was still to come.
“Not just yet. This weekend isn’t quite over. There’s a test. Up now,” he was telling her as he pulled her to her feet and directed her across a pillow he placed at the edge of the bed.
“A test? Can’t it wait? Please, Hal.”
“Nope, it’s too important.”
Susan groaned and stilled herself.
“Here’s the way the test goes. I ask questions, and you have ten seconds to answer. A correct answer gets two hand spanks. An incorrect answer gets four swats with the old black hai
rbrush.”
Susan’s head was still back on what Hal had been doing before he’d stopped so abruptly. But when he mentioned the old hairbrush, her mind snapped to. Shit, that brush was no toy!
“Wait, I get spanked even if I get it right?” she questioned.
“You do,” Hal answered confidently.
“Am I supposed to know these answers? Or are we talking the capital of Ghana?”
“You definitely should know them. Remember, you have ten seconds. First question, how many rules do we have?”
How many? Had she counted them? Umm… some had been lumped together.
“Three seconds.”
“Five,” Susan blurted out hopefully.
“Five is correct, well done!” Hal said with a smile as he gave her two swats on her naked butt. “Now, question number two. What was the first rule we agreed on?”
The first, the first? I am supposed to remember in order? Hal had her in such a state she barely remembered her name.
“Move!” she shouted, “You want me to be more active!”
“I do,” Hal agreed. “But that wasn’t the first rule, it was the second. The first rule was to keep the house neater.”
The four swats from the hairbrush exploded across Susan’s cheeks as the full memory of the horrid brush returned to her mind and she stomped her feet in protest.
Susan nearly bit her tongue trying not to cuss as another rule ran through her mind.
“Question three. What three rules did we lump together?”
“Don’t lie, stay safe, and don’t cuss around anyone but you and not during times like this. But it’s hard to hold back!” Susan told him.
Hal laughed. “An excellent and truthful answer.” Two firm hand swats felt like pats after the horrible brush.
“One last question. What did I say was our most important rule?”