At Home In Corbin's Bend

by Maggie Ryan

  “Really?” she exclaimed gleefully. “You really don’t mind if I work on it like that?”

  “No, I don’t mind. You’re poor bottom has been through enough.”

  She flung her arms around his neck giving him a big smooch on the lips. “Thank you! That sounds perfect.”

  They spent the day just like that, snuggling, Melissa writing, and taking turns watching the British shows, Peaky Blinders and Call the Midwife. All in all, aside from her sore bottom, it was like heaven. Oh, who was she fooling, even her sore bottom was heavenly to her. Sighing in contentment, she snuggled into Jason’s chest. Life was finally showing signs of getting good again.

  The week passed much like that. Things were going well. She looked forward to their nights together the most. Jason kept his promise by coming over every night about an hour before she would normally go to bed. It might have been how long it had been since she had someone around to take care of her, but she found herself relaxing into their routine far faster than she thought she would. Every night no matter how many grown up decisions she had to make throughout the day, or how awful her anxieties had been, Melissa knew that she was going to be able to let it all go until all there was left was the carefree little girl that she really was deep down, underneath it all. The only thing expected of her on those nights was to receive. Jason had this ability to sooth away even her deepest worries as he nurtured her, transforming as if by magic into her Papa Bear. In those moments she knew nothing bad could happen to her.

  The way he called her his little girl sent warmth all the way down to her toes. It had been a long time since she had been someone’s little girl and it felt good. Sometimes she wished it could last longer than just at bedtime. Fantasies began to unfurl inside her. Things she had never considered before. She had always fantasized about being taken in hand, but this was a little different. Sometimes she thought about being Jason’s little girl all day long. Not everyday, but every once in awhile. She pictured a pig tailed version of herself skipping along with her Daddy as they played, throwing leaves at each other in the autumn, or maybe skipping rocks in the creek in the summer. In her fantasies she was probably eight years old. He still brushed her hair, dressing her in white cotton nightgowns, and tucked her in with her special teddy bear every night.

  Tonight, as she wound down waiting for Jason to come over after work, she found herself thinking about those things again. A thought came over her as she sat there, imagining herself riding on Jason’s back as they walked to the park on a sunny day, what if there were others who felt the same way as her. Just because it was new to her didn’t mean there weren’t others who had an inner child that needed to be nurtured. The more she thought about it the more sense it made that there would be, especially within those who sought out a lifestyle like DD or spanking.

  Pulling out her laptop, she started typing different combinations of search words to see if she could find what she was thinking of. In the end it was on one of her familiar spanking sites that she found what she was looking for. There was a little search box in the corner of the site where she typed in the simple term little girl. Wading through the familiar topics of DD, she bounced up and down a little when she finally found what she was looking for. In the post there was a picture of a woman who was probably somewhere in her upper twenties, but there she was dressed in a short frilly dress, hair in pigtails with a sweet ribbon tied on each one, and she was holding a big lollipop in her hand. She began reading the post where the woman explained that she lived a lifestyle with her husband called ageplay. For them it was a development from their original spanking relationship. Melissa eagerly read on. They had a dynamic where, at agreed upon times, she let her “little” self come out and her HoH turned into her Daddy. During those times the woman was able to regress safely to around the age of six.

  Melissa read on discovering that the article linked to lots of other articles about ageplay and even a few online stores that sold accessories for the lifestyle. She clicked through a few, surprised that there were so many variables to ageplay. Some had littles who were babies who took bottles or pacifiers and even used diapers while others went all the way up to their teens. It definitely gave her a lot to think about.

  She was just looking through a site that sold something called drop seat pajamas where the bottom of the pajamas unbuttoned to expose the little’s bottom. The site also sold some of those frilly dresses. It even had paddles with teddy bears on them. They were called nursery paddles. So consumed was she by what she was looking at, she hadn’t even heard Jason let himself in until suddenly, he appeared in the seat next to her.

  Jumping out of her skin and practically a foot into the air, when she discovered him taking a seat next to her, she frantically shut the computer screen before he could see what she was looking at.

  A warm chuckle erupted from his throat. “Didn’t you hear me come in? I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

  “You scared me half to death,” she exclaimed, willing her heart to slow down.

  As he smiled, his eyes crinkled around the edges. “You sure were consumed by whatever you were looking at on there,” he said, gesturing toward her laptop.

  “Oh, it was nothing,” she said, scrambling to think of something, anything to tell him she was looking at besides what she really was. It was just too embarrassing. He would probably think she was weird. “Um, I was looking at college websites,” she blurted without thinking.

  His eyebrows went up in surprise. “I didn’t know you were thinking about going to college.”

  Shrugging her shoulders, she tried to brush it off. “I’m just looking into my options right now.” The lie slipped easily off her tongue.

  “Well I think it’s wonderful. Show me what programs you’re considering,” he said, moving to open the laptop.

  Jason’s eyes flew open in surprise as she slammed the computer shut again. “No need. I mean I can show you later once I’ve decided. No need to bore you with my research.”

  “No, really, I’m interested,” Jason insisted as he peeled her fingers away from the laptop. Her face heated in mortification as he opened the laptop and noticed what was on the screen. Darting a confused look towards her, he clicked on the various sites. Finally, he set the computer down on the table a stern look on his face. “You weren’t really looking at college websites were you?”

  Hanging her head, her face burned as she shook her head no.

  “Why would you lie to me about something like this?” he asked, pinning her with his eyes.

  She shrugged, still not looking at him. “Because, it’s embarrassing.”

  He tipped her face up until she had no choice but to look him in the eye. She squirmed under the scrutiny. “There is nothing that you are interested in that you have to be embarrassed about with me.”

  She didn’t really agree with him, but nodded because she didn’t think now was the best time to argue with him. Not when she had just been caught in a lie.

  “We’ll discuss what was on that screen later. Right now we are going to discuss your dishonesty.”

  Oh God, what she would give for the floor to just swallow her up right now. There was no getting around it, she was in trouble.

  “Melissa, you will look at me when I’m talking to you.”

  Her mouth went dry at his no nonsense tone. “Yes, sir,” she said, looking him in the eye.

  “We agreed to certain rules in our relationship did we not?” Guilt tugged at her as she shook her head yes. “One of those rules is that we will be honest with each other at all times, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir.” She groaned.

  “All right, I think you know what’s coming next.”

  She flushed looking up at him through her eyelashes. “A spanking?”

  “That’s right, lying will never be tolerated no matter the reason.” He pointed toward her shorts. “I want those down to your ankles, panties with them.”

  Hesitating, with her thumbs at her waistband just long enoug
h for Jason to start counting, she hurried to pull them down. Her ears burned as the air conditioning hit her bare flesh reminding her that she was completely exposed, about to be spanked like the naughty girl she was. The next moment Jason had her grasped firmly by hand tipping her over his lap. Blood rushed to her head as she put a hand out to steady herself on the carpeted floor.

  The spanking began with no preamble. “Melissa, I’m disappointed that lying to me would have crossed your mind so soon after our agreement.” His hand scorched her bottom in an upward swing starting in on her sit spots right off the bat. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips. She knew this was nowhere near the severity of her last spanking, but somehow, it felt worse to her.

  “How do you expect for us to have trust in our relationship on the big things if you won’t trust me in the small things?” he asked as he laid scorching slap after scorching slap to her upturned bottom. She moaned as the tempo increased, with each individual spank turning into a flurry of spanking. “If you continue the pattern of lying, I will have no choice but to spank you each and every time,” he gritted as he kept the fast pace. Melissa wiggled her bottom any direction she could in an attempt to escape his falling hand, but it was no use. He continued spanking at that pace for several minutes until finally she could do nothing except take the spanking. Take it, she did. Her bottom was burning a steady throbbing blaze by the time she found herself back on her feet, standing in front of him.

  Reaching back, she was shocked to find that her bottom was literally as hot on the outside as it felt on the inside. Catching his expression, she realized this was not the end of her punishment. Standing, Jason tipped her face up towards his. “I’ve decided that little girls who use their mouths to break the rules will receive a punishment to their mouth in addition to their spanking.” Spinning her around, he marched her by her shoulders over to the corner.

  She yelped as he landed another hard smack on her bottom. “Wait right here, I’ll be back.” He placed her nose firmly in the corner. “No rubbing.” He tossed over his shoulder as he left the room.

  Melissa’s stomach dropped as she heard the crinkle of paper behind her. She could already feel the bitter suds in her mouth just thinking about it. Suddenly, she wished Jason was like some of the other HoH’s she heard about who required after spanking blow jobs instead.

  Hands grasped her shoulders as he turned her around. She couldn’t help the little stomp she gave with her foot when she saw the bar of soap in his hand. “Open,” Jason said, voice firm. Her head turned away of its own accord as he tried to bring the bar to her lips. “Little girl, you do not want to pull this again.” Placing both hands on either side of her head, still keeping his grip on the soap, he turned her head back toward him. His face came close to hers. “When I give a punishment, you will accept it, or you will learn that it can be much worse.”

  She couldn’t imagine how much worse it could get than having her mouth washed out with soap. It seemed silly, but it was the worst. Actually, what seemed sillier were all the fantasies she used to have about it. Ugh.

  Taking in her expression, he responded to her unasked question. “If you continue down the road of defiance with this issue, know that you could be getting both your mouth and your bottom washed out with soap.”

  Her mind reeled with the implications of what he just said. Her mouth fell open and Jason immediately took the opportunity to place the soap in her mouth. He closed her mouth firmly around it turning her back toward the corner. Another crinkling of paper sent her mind scrambling at the implications.

  “Just in case you get any ideas of spitting that bar of soap out of your mouth, let this be a reminder of what would come on the heels of a decision like that,” he said, nestling the freshly unwrapped bar between her butt cheeks causing a flush to run through her body from tip to toe. It was becoming apparent to her that she still had a lot to learn about all the things that could be done to chastise an errant young woman.

  Chapter 15

  They still hadn’t discussed the sites Jason had caught her looking at the night before. Melissa had begged Jason to give her the space to gather her thoughts before they talked about it, but she knew that they would probably discuss it sooner rather than later. Jason always kept his promises. Even though she was still nervous about what that talk would bring, she couldn’t help her excitement for the day ahead of them. They were finally going to make up their day of hiking and she could barely contain herself. There was almost nothing she liked better than being surrounded by the natural beauty of the world around her. Hundreds of miles of hiking trails surrounded their little town, but they would be visiting Jason’s favorite spot that lay somewhere south of them. She had to admit, his excitement was catching. He planned to bring a picnic lunch, but she couldn’t resist bringing a sweet treat for them to enjoy afterward. Joy radiated from within her as she packed some chocolate covered strawberries into the small soft cooler she had in her backpack.

  They loaded the truck and were on their way. The trip passed faster than Melissa expected, amid easy conversation and laughter. Jason’s hearty laugh was like velvet on her ears. As usual, there were no awkward moments of silence, just an ease with one another that she only ever experienced with Jason. She was discovering what a goofball he was, which delighted her. His sense of humor complimented hers well. Despite how serious things could be, it was these moments of sheer fun that kept her going during her rougher patches. It was nice to think that at some point it might always be like this.

  Arriving in a small town, well, more like a one street wonder, Jason explained that the trail wasn’t far. The town consisted of one drag that had a row of cute little shops, a diner, and a gas station with a bait shop attached. Gesturing toward the great expanse of land around the town, he gave her the lowdown. “It might not look like much, but there are little houses and cabins scattered throughout this whole area. So, this serves as a gathering spot for locals to come to get news, some supplies, or maybe a quick meal if they don’t feel up to cooking.”

  Giggling, she said, “This makes Corbin’s Bend look like a city.”

  “Not quite, but I get your point.” He laughed, pulling into the gas station’s parking lot. “We should stop in to use the bathroom before we head out on the trails.”

  “Sounds good.” Melissa jumped out of the truck, giving her legs a good stretch. A cool breeze brushed across her arms causing her to shiver. Grateful that she thought to bring layers she stopped for a second to pull her sweater from her bag. Colorado weather was tricky and a summer day could go from forty degree nights to eighty degree days, with everything else in between. You learned fast to come prepared for anything, especially if you were going to be among the elements for the day. She had layered a tank top, t-shirt, and sweater, donning a pair of yoga pants for her bottom half. She packed a pair of long waterproof pants just in case, but she hoped she wouldn’t have to use them. Yoga pants were so much more comfortable.

  After taking care of the necessities, they went back out to the truck, but Jason stopped her just as she was about to hop back in. “We can walk from here,” he said with a carefree smile.

  “Oh,” pulling herself up short, “okay.” As she grabbed her backpack, she noticed her hiking boot had come untied. Securing the pack on her back, she bent down to tie it. After moving to Colorado from Illinois, the first thing she invested in was a good pair of hiking boots. She had even learned how to waterproof them herself. She was not about to live in stunning Colorado without getting out on the trails. This date was really right up her alley. She still considered herself a newbie though. Hiking here was a lot different than hiking in Illinois. Although both locations had a state park called Garden of the Gods, which was where the similarities ran out.

  As they set out, it became apparent they were not starting out on any type of official trail, but Jason assured her that he knew this area like the back of his hand. Choosing to trust him, she followed his lead. As the morning wore on
, Melissa noticed that they wound on and off trail and it did seem like he knew exactly where he was going. As they went, they each pointed out various animal tracks, taking turns guessing what kind of an animal they belonged to.

  Jason and Melissa started off amid the pines which had slowly turned to aspen and willow trees. As a small lake came into view, the changing scenery made sense. Choosing to enjoy the view for a few minutes before moving on, they perched on a large fallen log. They were chatting away when Melissa heard a faint tapping sound. Cocking her head to the side so she could listen harder, she put her finger to her lips. “Shh, do you hear that?” Jason instantly quieted as well. The sound would occasionally stop and the animal would make a mewling sound almost like a baby kitten, but it wasn’t a kitten. Melissa brightened, excitement bubbling up. “That’s a woodpecker, isn’t it?”

  Jason nodded and they both searched the trees for the source of the pecking sound. He spotted it first. “There it is.” He pointed it out to her quietly, so as to not scare it away. It was perched up in a willow tree, not three feet away. The bird had a red throat and a black and white body. “It’s called a Red-Naped Sapsucker.” He chuckled softly. “Obviously the red-naped comes from its red neck and the sapsucker part is due to the bird’s affinity for willow sap.”

  She was impressed. “How do you know so much about the bird?”

  He shrugged. “I enjoy bird watching, so I’ve picked up a lot of information about the birds that I’ve found on my hikes over the years.”

  Melissa found her attention diverting from the bird in the willow tree to the branches of the tree itself. The long slender branches hung like flexible ropes from the thicker branches above. They actually looked like the natural version of a whip. No wonder they were used for corporal punishment. Her bottom clenched involuntarily as she wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving side of a willow switching.