Friday. They’d made it through the week, and tomorrow Libby and Maddox would be talking to his mother on the phone about the wedding. Libby’s stomach rolled just thinking about the conversation. She didn’t anticipate that it would go as well as Daddy thought.
She didn’t have a bad relationship with Pam, but she would describe it as difficult. The undercurrent existed, with little jabs and comments about the age difference being made. Maddox never failed to defend her, rebuking his mother when he overheard them. The trouble was Pam knew to make most of them in his absence.
Libby vowed she’d let him be the one to talk and dictate what the plans were; she’d be a silent observer, only speaking when questions were directed at her. Her cell phone rang while she was deep in thought and without looking at who was calling she answered thinking it was Maddox.
“Hello.”
“Elizabeth? This is Pam. Maddox’s mother.”
Libby rolled her eyes at the formal introduction like she wouldn’t recognize her voice. “Hi, Pam. How are you? Maddox isn’t home yet.”
“Oh, is he having trouble at work? He’s usually home by now.”
Pam always jumped to the negative for everything; it didn’t matter what they were discussing. Maddox had never had trouble with his job, but it seemed they had to assure her of his professional stability often.
“No, Pam. He’s okay. Just working late, he’ll probably be here before we hang up.” Libby remembered her conversation earlier in the week with Daddy. She’d end this call quickly, letting him call his mother back in the morning.
“Well, that gives us older women time to talk while he’s gone.”
Libby gritted her teeth—the sarcastic dig wasn’t even veiled today. “Pam, I won’t be able to speak long. I’m in the middle of cooking dinner and have another engagement in an hour. So it’ll be better if we call you tomorrow.”
“Nonsense. We’ll talk while you’re cooking. This won’t take long. So this wedding you two are planning, are we involved in the process at all or are we just attending.”
We referred to Pam and her husband, Maddox’s dad, David. “Of course, you’re involved. It’s just we’re still deciding on things yet, and Maddox was going to call you tomorrow to discuss it in more detail.” Libby paused, gathering her courage. “Pam, really I need to go, and I’d rather have this talk tomorrow when I can focus, and Maddox is present.”
Pam sighed loudly on the other end of the phone. “Fine! Just tell me one thing, is this wedding going to be a proper wedding in a church, or are you doing the weird outdoor wedding thing?”
Libby’s anger rose, and she desperately wanted to respond with sarcasm, but restrained herself from doing so. “I think it would be best to discuss this tomorrow, as I’ve already said, Pamela.”
“Oh, so it’s Pamela now. Interesting. And from the avoidance, I’m going to assume that the answer is one of those hippie, outdoor weddings.”
“It’s not going to be a hippie wedding; those went out years ago, as you well know. This is going to be classy and elegant; we’ve spent a lot of time planning this.” Libby went from angry to hurt, feeling the tears rising, the familiar sting behind her nose alerting her.
“I knew it!” Pam covered the phone, muffling her voice as she shouted to her husband. “David, they’re having one of those stupid outdoor weddings, didn’t I tell you she’d ruin this too?”
Speaking of which, where the fuck was Maddox?
“What do you mean ‘ruin this too?’ What else have I ruined?” Libby knew she should have just hung up when she had the chance, but her future mother-in-law went too far this time.
“What haven’t you ruined? This charade of the older cougar with the younger guy is going to backfire on both of you. This is his first wedding, not his second like with you. He should be able to decide to have it in a church if he wants to.”
“We’ve discussed this; he wants an outdoor wedding. I’m well aware that this is his first wedding and wouldn’t dream of denying him any dreams or desires he has for his wedding. I’m more than a little insulted that you think—”
Daddy!
Maddox had come home, snatching her phone from her hand. “Mother, we’ll talk to you tomorrow. Put Dad on the phone, please.”
Maddox pointed to a kitchen chair, mouthing “Sit.” Libby didn’t hesitate, moving quickly to obey.
“Hi, Dad. I don’t have a clear idea—yet—of what just happened with this phone conversation, but Mom upset Libby, and I’m not tolerating it. I’ll call again tomorrow so we can all discuss the wedding, but I need you to smooth things over for me before then.” Maddox ran his hand through his wavy brown hair, exasperated.
He walked up to Libby rubbing her back gently. “Yes, she’ll be okay. I just don’t like coming home to her yelling and upset. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”
He clicked the button, ending the call, placing the phone face down on the table. “So what part of don’t talk to her did you not understand?” He shrugged his suit coat off, draping it carefully over the back of the chair at the kitchen table.
Libby shivered, she loved watching him take his suit jacket off, his lean hips now braced with his hands, and the outline of his cock hardening was visible through the thin dress pants. She fought the urge to reach out and glide her finger over the ridged hardness.
“Eyes up here, Elizabeth.” His deep stern voice rumbled through her core.
She reluctantly dragged her gaze up, not liking the disappointment she could see there, the slight shake of his head as he watched her, waiting for an answer.
“I thought it was you calling, I didn’t even look at the screen, and I just hit the button. I tried. I did try to get off the phone; you know how she is.” The wrung her hands explaining this to him, biting on her lip.
“Which is why I told you—clearly—to not talk to her? Don’t worry, my father will take care of her, he knows how to handle her—it’ll be an easier conversation with my dad and I participating.” He dropped his head, shaking it in disbelief. “You know I can’t let this bit of disobedience go. It was your responsibility to obey. You should have been firmer, quickly ending the conversation. You were more worried about my mother's reaction than obeying my directive.”
Maddox walked over to the desk in the dinette, opening a drawer, pulling out a legal pad of paper, plopping it in front of her with a pen. “I’m not spanking you; it’s not that serious. But you’ll write lines while I finish dinner. Then we will discuss, once again how we’ll approach my parents tomorrow.”
“Yes, Daddy. And thank you.” She touched his arm lightly. Maddox looked out for her, protecting her and doing his best to prevent stressful situations, she tended to be the biggest obstacle to his goals. It had taken four years to get her to this point; she figured another four years and maybe she would go for longer periods with no punishment—she hoped.
“Always, sweets.” He kissed the top of her head, grabbing the pen, writing: I will always obey Daddy, even if others become angry. You’ll write this sixty times. The next time this occurs, you’ll know how to respond, or you’ll find yourself over my lap.”
He turned to walk toward the kitchen, only to stop, pointing toward the floor. “Oh, by the way, stand up, and drop your pant and panties to your ankles. It’ll keep you focused. I’ll lock the doors, so Brandon doesn’t come through unexpectedly.”
Libby hated directives like this. They were the type of orders that got her into trouble—every time. She knew that she should immediately stand, letting them puddle to her feet, but it felt so damn childish and humiliating that she cringed just thinking about sitting on her bare bottom on the hard wooden chair.
“Do you need incentive, babygirl? Take them off, Elizabeth. Now.” His voice dropped to a lethal growl, spurring her into action.
She stood, undoing the button and zipper on her dress pants, shimmying them over her backside and hips, letting them drift down her legs, hooking her thumbs into the skimpy thong, dragg
ing it to her knees.
Maddox stood fixated, staring at her bare pussy, he groaned deep in his throat, walking up to her. “Good God, you look so beautiful.” His large, hot hand cupped her moist sex, his finger gliding through the slick lips.
She may have resisted before, but didn’t hesitate this time to run her hand over his cock, the heat of it felt through his pants. She pressed on it hard, smiling when he hissed between his teeth. Then taking just one finger, she slowly skated along the long length, lightly brushing over the head and ridges.
Maddox’s body trembled, grabbing her roughly, grinding against her mound. She grabbed his ass, pulling him tightly to her. Their breathing took on a fevered pitch, as did their movements. His large hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her up to straddle his waist. He laid her gently on the kitchen table, tossing her pants and panties onto the floor, leaving her in a flimsy peach colored blouse and her killer black high heels.
He undid his dress pants, shoving and yanking them down, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. Maddox wrapped his hands around her spiked heels pushing back on them until they were pressed against her ass, knees up and her pussy spread open—puffy and moist ready for him. “Hands above your head, bad girl. No hands and no kissing tonight, that’s for good girls.”
Initially, when they had started dating, she had hated that directive—and some days she still did. More than not, she found it hot, loved the denial with the sexual tension, her breasts pressed upward with her hands stretched above her—open and vulnerable, watching him intently without the distraction of kissing, the searing need and want to overcome her.
Maddox’s hot, turgid member pressed against her labia, not entering but teasing, gliding, poking, driving her mad with desire. She lifted her hips, groaning in frustration, his chuckle bringing her gaze back to his face. The muscles in his face taut with restraint and sexual need also.
“Are you ready for your fucking, bad girl?” His cock pointed upward above her pussy, her clit throbbing in anticipation of it impaling her..
“Yes, please!”
His cock jammed into her with one fluid motion, the impact, making her groan—her head tilting back. Libby attempted to wrap her legs around him, but he still had them restrained against her ass. Maddox’s hip slapped vigorously against her, the moist wet sounds of sex filling the air.
With her legs spread wide, every movement and rush of air brushed against the tight bundle of nerves released from its hood; Libby strained to rub on him, watching his cock piston into her. She loved watching him pound into her.
Looking up, she saw Maddox smiling at her. “Like watching me fuck you hard, girl? Do you like seeing my cock spank this pussy?”
“God. Y-yes! I…I think I’m coming.”
“Don’t you dare.” Maddox let go of her high heels, shoving her blouse and bra up, her nipples quickly tightening. He slapped her breasts just harsh enough that reflexively she tried to cover them. “Keep those hands above your head.”
He leaned forward suckling on each breast, pulling and biting on the nipple hard enough to turn it bright red. Libby took that opportunity to grind her mound on him, but when she tried, once again, to wrap her legs around him, she’d gone too far apparently.
Maddox reared up, slapping her outer thighs with steady, crisp slaps. “You weren’t given permission to move your legs. Back into position.” He waited until she obeyed, the spiked heels pressed against her ass, tears in her eyes, the burn in her legs surpassing her need to rub her clit on him. He slowly moved within her, rubbing her scorched skin, and crooning over her.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, babygirl. Let’s get you taken care of.” He kneaded her breasts with his hands while increasing the rhythm of cock within her. He twisted her nipples, her back arching pressing herself into his hands; the aching in her womb, along with the incessant pulsing of her clit had her teetering on the edge of her orgasm.
“I need permission.” She said the words between gritted teeth, praying he’d relent and give her permission or she’d be coming without his consent.
“Yes, Libby.” His pelvis smashed into her flesh, and he pushed her knees up into her body, leveraging himself to drive deeper and harder into her, until he stiffened his hot semen spurting into her, catapulting her into her orgasms. She screamed, milking his now sensitive cock, and he moaned with each convulsion of her sex around him.
He dropped his head into her neck, exhausted, catching his breath. She turned her head to kiss his cheek, only to have him pull away. “No kissing. That’s for good girls. After your punishment, you can kiss me again, speaking of which, it’s time for your assignment.”
She rolled her eyes, groaning, hoping he had forgotten. “Daddy, you said your father knows how to handle your mother. Do you think he likes to spank her like you do me?”
Maddox pulled his semi-erect cock out of her. “I don’t even really want to go there. I suppose there’s a possibility, but it’s not something I even want to reflect on—for even a minute. There are just some things that you don’t want to know about your parents.”
“Yeah, I get that. But if anyone deserves a spanking, it’s your mother.”
“That’s enough of that, Elizabeth. We’re not discussing my mother and spanking in the same sentence.” Maddox tucked himself back into his pants.
Libby’s hips thrust watching him redo his belt. He gave her a lazy smile, knowing how she loved watching him do anything with his belt. He tugged her bra and blouse back into place, assisting her off the table. A swift, hard swat to her bottom had her yelping and rising onto her toes. “Sitting on that sting will keep you focused. You have a half hour. Both feet on the floor.” He pointed his finger at the chair and pad of paper, an eyebrow raised in warning.
“Yes, Daddy.” She picked up her pen, slowly and neatly writing her lines, just as he required, hoping that he was right, and the conversation would be better tomorrow with his parents. Maybe…just maybe, Pam would be sitting on a sore bottom for the phone call too.
“So are you trying to alienate your only son and his future wife?” David stood with his hands on his hips, his lips thinned, glaring at her angrily.
“Well, no, of course not. Why would I want that?” God, she couldn’t imagine being without her son, the thought upset her so much she felt a lump in her throat.
“I don’t know. You tell me why. Your actions will cause you to lose him, have no doubt about that, Pamela. He is going to side with the woman he loves. It’s not up to you to love her. It would be helpful for all involved, but it’s not a requirement. But for you, for us, what is a requirement is that you are civil and not instigate trouble.”
“I tried, David. But did you hear her? She wants a fu—simple outdoor wedding? It’s his first wedding. He doesn’t have kids near twenty and a divorce behind him. God, that woman has just…she’s ruined everything.” Pam’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white, and her body trembling.
“Yes, I heard you talking about it. What I didn’t hear was our son saying it. We need to hear his side, Pamela. You know better than to act like this. I thought we solved some of these issues years ago. Apparently, you need a bit of a reminder. I refuse to let you act like some hoyden and ruin our relationship with Maddox. I just won’t allow it. I think we need to go to our bedroom.”
“Wait…w-why?”
He can’t be talking about spanking. We haven’t done that in years.
“Why do you think? And if you fight me on it, I’ll handle it right here in the living room.” David pointed to the back of the couch.
Dear God, no!
“David. You can’t…I mean it’s been…I’m too old for this.” Pam was over fifty for God’s sake.
He chuckled. “You apparently forgot, young lady. You’re never too old. I don’t care if we’re eighty—if you deserve a whipping, you’re going to get one. Trust me on that. Now it’s up to you, but I think you’d be more comfortable on our bed, than over the back of the cou
ch. The choice is yours.” He raised his eyebrows at her.
He’s lost his mind.
“Now, David, we—”
“Young lady, don’t push me, or I’ll blister your ass right here, right now. Decide.”
He hadn’t used that voice to her in years, and she forgot how it made the butterflies start in her belly. Her clit throbbed, instinctively she clenched her buttocks, and she had no doubt in her mind that he’d follow through with the threat.
“Fine! The bedroom.” She stomped past him, her feet pounding the wooden floor. He’d see how difficult she could make his life. She wasn’t some newly married woman, who needed a keeper. Hell, for years she ran this house while he worked sixty hours a week, she didn’t need him to take the lead role bossing her around then, and she certainly didn’t need it now. She had carried on just fine without his interference.
As soon as she entered the room, she put her hands on her hips spinning around. “David, this is insane. I refuse to do this.”
Both his eyebrows shot up. “You refuse. The rules have been in place for this family for years; you don’t get to disrespect someone and upset them to this degree without consequences. Have these or have these not been the rules of the house?”
“Well…yes, but they don’t count for this situation.”
David laughed out loud. “Oh really? I’m anxious to hear how they don’t count.”
Pam stomped her foot on the floor—hard. “Don’t laugh at me. I mean it. It doesn’t count because it’s regarding our son, that’s why.”
“First. Don’t stomp your feet at me again or I’ll add the paddle after the belt. Second. You’ve never been allowed to berate someone in defense of the children. I seem to remember a certain young lady getting a good ass whipping for making a second-grade teacher cry. That was you, wasn’t it?”
“You know damn well it was me, David. Don’t patronize me. I’m in no mood. This is serious!”
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