by Laura Hart
Max and Sadie made love again before falling asleep, and then they made love a third time before finally getting out of bed late Saturday morning. By that time, Max was intimately acquainted with Sadie’s body. Sadie felt like she’d gone through the looking glass as she’d simply never been with a man who elicited the feelings and reactions that Max did.
They had a leisurely brunch and then made plans to play the part of tourists and visit some popular Dallas sites. By evening they were winding down and so returned to the hotel where they had room service send up a trolley of snacks.
Sadie was sitting on a chair nibbling on some cheese bits, and Max was watching her with interest.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” she asked as she selected a piece of pineapple.
“Because you’re beautiful. Why shouldn’t I look?”
“It’s making me nervous.”
Max smiled lazily but continued to watch her. “What would you like to do this evening, Sadira?”
“Stomp on your toe if you’re going to call me that.”
Max’s eyebrows went up. “You have a very feisty side for such a nice woman.”
“Who says I’m nice?”
“I do, but I admit there are exceptions.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I seem to remember your squirting me with a hose,” he replied with a smile, shaking his head slowly as he said it. “I’m pretty sure that would qualify as an exception.”
Sadie laughed. “That was good. I enjoyed that.”
Max studied her for a minute and then said, “As I recall, I told you that if I’d known you better, I would have spanked you. After this weekend, there’s no doubt that I know you better, so you’d best behave yourself from now on if you wish to avoid such consequences.”
As he’d noticed on other occasions, the minute he mentioned spanking, Sadie’s whole demeanor changed, and she looked both uncomfortable and embarrassed. When she looked away and didn’t answer, Max decided to pursue it further. “Do you remember last night when I said that your bottom was a perfect fit for my hand? I wasn’t just referring to making love.”
Sadie still said nothing. She was studiously looking at her own hands and avoiding Max’s penetrating eyes. How could he just sit there and calmly talk about spanking as if he were discussing the weather?
“Sadie?”
“What?” she answered without looking at him. By this time Max was thoroughly curious as to why the word ‘spanking’ affected her so strongly. “Come here,” he said, patting his leg. Sadie raised her eyes briefly and then shrugged and mumbled something, so Max repeated the invitation adding, “I really want you over here with me.”
Sadie sighed but got up and went over to the sofa where he pulled her down to sit on his left leg. He kissed her and then said, “There’s something I’m really curious about. Why does it bother you when I talk about spanking?”
Out of the frying pan and into the fire! How could he think she was going to sit here on his lap and talk about something so personal? This was crazy. She tried to get up again, but he held her in place.
“Did your parents spank you a lot when you were little?” he asked, pretty sure he already knew the answer but not sure where else to start.
“No, they didn’t believe in it.”
Max nodded. This was what he’d expected to hear, but it didn’t help solve the mystery.
“How about at school?”
“No.”
Max thought a minute. “Have you ever been spanked by anyone?”
Sadie could feel herself blushing. “No,” she answered with insistence and then added, “Not that it’s any of your business.”
Max ignored her rudeness and pursued his inquiry. “So why do you blush every time I talk about spanking? Something about it bothers you a lot. What is it?”
“I don’t know,” Sadie lied. “It’s not important.”
“It’s important to me, because I want to know all about you. Did any of your boyfriends ever spank you?”
“I told you, it’s never happened,” repeated Sadie even more emphatically.
Max studied her and could see she was truly agitated, and he simply couldn’t understand it. She was usually such a calm and reasonable person.
“Maybe it should happen,” he replied with a small smile. “Maybe the reason you get upset is that it’s never happened but you’d like it to.”
“You’re crazy!” cried Sadie as she jumped up and ran into the bathroom.
Max didn’t follow her but rather sat and thought. He’d been only half serious with his last comment, but now that he thought about it, maybe he wasn’t that far off. He’d had a couple of girlfriends who’d found spanking sexy, and he remembered another who’d hated being spanked but who would turn into a total tigress in bed afterwards. He smiled to himself. Maybe what Ms. Sadie needed to cure her discomfort with the idea was simply familiarity with the subject. She needed a spanking.
It was almost fifteen minutes before Sadie opened the bathroom door. She came out and studiously avoided Max’s eyes while she busied herself picking at the tray of snacks.
“You’re going to make yourself sick if you keep eating to avoid me,” said Max smiling. “Come over here instead. We didn’t come all this way to be upset with each other.”
“Only if you promise to change the subject.”
“I’m not quite ready to change the subject.”
“Then I’m not coming over there.” Sadie poured herself some Perrier, put a lime wedge in it, and sat down in the same chair she’d been in before. Max watched her for a minute and then decided to face it head on.
“I’m going to spank you tonight.”
Sadie caught her breath and froze in place. She realized she was clenching the glass so tightly it might break, so she set it down, all the while avoiding Max’s eyes. There was no answer to what Max had said, so she said nothing.
After a moment of silence, Max continued, “I think once you’ve been spanked, you’ll be much more relaxed with the idea.”
“Why does it matter to you whether or not I’m relaxed with an idea?” Her voice sounded tight, and it was obvious she was stressed.
“It matters to me because you matter to me. I know a pleasurable way to eliminate a hang up you have, so I’m going to do it.”
“It’s not pleasurable.”
Max smiled as he answered, “It will be for me, and I suspect it will be for you too, at least after the fact.
Sadie felt overwhelmed with conflicting feelings. Max had a pull on her like she’d never experienced, but here he was, announcing calmly that he was going to do the one thing she’d secretly thought about her whole adult life. Thinking about it in private was one thing, but to have this strong, incredibly sexy man tell her for real that he was going to spank her was something entirely different. She closed her eyes to block out the reality.
“Come over here, Sadie. It’s time to overcome your fears.”
“Not now.”
“Yes, mishka, now.” He was looking at her as a lover might, but something in his voice told her he was serious in his intent. She wasn’t even sure her legs would hold her, but somehow, she got to her feet and went to him. As she approached, he stood up too and then took her hand and led her to the bed.
“I’m going to make this easy for you this time because it’s not a punishment.” With that, he sat down on the edge of the bed and gently undressed her, and when he felt her tremble, he pulled her close. “Don’t be afraid, piccola,” he reassured her.
He scooted back on the bed until he was leaning against the headboard, and then he told her to come lie across his upper legs. Sadie couldn’t remember ever being more scared, but she did as he asked, and he helped her lie right where he wanted her.
Max looked at the naked body draped over him and could see how tense it was.
“Don’t hurt me,” came Sadie’s muffled voice.
“I told you, mishka, it’s not a punishment. We’re just breaking the ice and
teaching you something you should have learned long ago. I don’t want you fainting away every time I mention spanking, so we’re going to get you used to it.”
“I don’t need to be used to it,” came the same muffled voice.
“Ah, but you do. I’m a man who believes in spanking, and since I plan to spend a lot of time with you, there’ll be times when you’ll be spanked, and other times when maybe I only mention it. It’s a part of life, and it’s time you got over your problem with it.”
With that he laid his large hand on her waiting bottom, feeling first one soft cheek and then the other. She clenched her checks at the contact.
“I’m going to go very gently to start,” he said as he pinched the plumpness between his fingers and saw pink marks appear. Her skin was almost virgin like, and he’d have to be careful. He kept her waiting for several seconds and then suddenly raised his hand slightly and gave her ten small slaps.
“Ow!” she objected, raising her head somewhat.
Max chuckled. “That didn’t hurt. It surprised you, and maybe it scared you a little, but nothing more.” He rubbed her bottom slowly as he spoke, running his hand down the top of her thighs, too. He was in no hurry and intended to keep Sadie where she was for a good while.
Slap! Slap! He gave her another quick series of smacks, only slightly harder than the first ones. Again, she objected. “Ow! That hurts.”
“You’re being dramatic, piccola. It may perhaps tingle slightly, but that’s all. Many women find such a tingle to be erotic. What do you think?”
“I think I’ve had enough. Now I know what it feels like.”
Max laughed aloud before saying, “Ah, my little American novice. You know nothing of what a real spanking would feel like, but we’ll save that for another time. Today I’ll give you only your first taste. Perhaps it’s a taste you’ll acquire, who knows?”
He played his hand almost teasingly over her cheeks, watching her muscles tense as he did. “Are you ready for more?” he asked.
“No.”
Smack! Max gave her one solid slap, harder than the others but still not too hard. “Wrong answer.”
Sadie buried her head in the coverlet. Part of her wanted desperately to be safe and be done with this experience, but there was another part of her that was completely excited by lying there totally vulnerable and feeling his hard hand delivering new sensations to her bottom. Not only that, but the tingle seemed to have spread to her most intimate area. She would have liked to touch herself, but of course she couldn’t.
“Are you ready for more?” asked Max again.
“If I don’t say yes, you’ll hit me again, won’t you?”
Smack! “That’s a question, not an answer,” pointed out Max.
The last two smacks had left a stronger sting behind, and Sadie knew she needed to tread carefully here. “Yes,” she said softly.
“Yes, what?”
Sadie paused, not sure what more he wanted. As if reading her mind, Max helped her. “Yes, what? What are you answering? Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” she repeated, relieved and scared at the same time.
“As you wish.” For the third time, he gave her a series of ten slaps, allowing his hand to fall more heavily than with the first two but still not truly punishing her.
“Ow-w! That really hurts!” she exclaimed. She tried to put her hand back, but Max took hold of it and held it out of the way.
“That’s not allowed, mishka, not today, not ever. Today, is an introduction only, but when I spank you for real, you’ll do well to remember that. If you try in any way to interfere with a spanking, you’ll be punished extra. You must learn to accept a spanking when it’s been earned.”
He let her lie there silently and process what was happening. After the last slaps her cheeks were noticeably pink, and he suspected she was feeling a bit of discomfort. He ran his hand up and down her back and legs and then slipped his hand between her thighs and was surprised to feel how moist she was. He smiled to himself. He and Sadie might have a very interesting future together.
“You can get up now, piccola,” he said to her. As soon as she was off him, she put her hands on her backside and rubbed. Max got off the bed, picked up his shirt and wrapped it around her, and then led her to the sofa where he sat down and put her on his lap.
“I gave you only baby taps,” he said looking amused. “There’s no reason to rub like that.”
“Maybe they’re baby taps for you, but they hurt.”
“I think you survived your first spanking quite nicely. What do you think? Did we break the ice?”
“I don’t know about ice, but you might have broken something else.”
Max laughed loudly. “Ah, my little American, how gentle you are.” He pulled her close and kissed her, then slipped his hand under the shirt and put his finger between her legs. Sadie tensed, but Max persisted.
“If it was so terrible, mishka, tell me why you’re wet.”
He Even Picked Me Up and Carried Me
That night was a repeat of Friday. They made love several times, and Max wondered if it was his imagination or if Sadie really was even more passionate than the first night. They finally slept and had just enough time Sunday morning to make love once more and then enjoy breakfast before packing and leaving. For Max, the weekend had been a great success both professionally and personally.
As for Sadie, she felt as if she’d spent the weekend in a foreign country. Almost nothing about the entire experience fit into her world as she knew it, and she had a lot of thinking to do. Not that she’d have to do so intentionally, as she found she could think of little else. The closer they got back to Galveston, the quieter she became.
“A ruble for your thoughts,” said Max, putting his hand on her leg.
“Isn’t that inflation?” she laughed as she turned back from the window she’d been staring out.
“Not so much. The ruble’s down, but in any case, I expect your thoughts are worth more than the going rate.”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular,” she lied. “I was just watching the scenery.”
Max doubted it, but he let it go.
“I’m sorry you wasted your money on the second room,” continued Sadie.
“It wasn’t a waste.”
“We didn’t use it at all.”
“I know, but would you have come if there had been only one room?”
Sadie thought a minute before answering truthfully, “Maybe not.”
“Then it wasn’t a waste. I’m more than happy with how the weekend turned out, and if having two rooms was the price of it, so be it.”
He’s really very nice at heart, thought Sadie to herself as she turned back to look out the window.
* * *
“When will I see you again?”
They’d arrived back at Sadie’s place and were in her small living room.
“I have a lot of work to catch up on,” she replied. “I usually do some on weekends, but I didn’t touch my computer the whole time we were in Dallas.”
“I thought you were going to do some work while I had my appointment.”
“I was, but I went and ate gelato instead.” She smiled as if remembering the gelato with fondness.
Max looked at her in mock reproof and shook his finger at her. “Such bad habits. We’ll have to correct that.”
Sadie ignored him, so he repeated his question about seeing her.
“I’ll call you,” she said, and he left it at that. Gathering her into his arms, he kissed her deeply before saying huskily, “I completely enjoyed my weekend with you, Sadira.”
She glared at him and replied, “I’m not going to answer to that name.”
“Oh, I think you will.” Max smiled, giving her a small swat on her backside.
“Ow! Now I know I’m not going to answer.”
“Is this going to be some kind of competition, because, if it is, I don’t think you’ll win.” With that, he smacked her bot
tom a second time and then grabbed her tightly and kissed her again. Sadie’s head was swimming. Her bottom was tingling and she was breathless from his kiss—a very potent combination.
“I’ll be in touch very soon,” he said as he went out the front door.
* * *
Max sat on his sofa several hours later with his laptop, trying to study some weekly reports, but he was having no luck. His mind kept wandering back to Sadie—the feel of her soft body against his, her taste when he kissed her, her spunky manner and enchanting lack of pretension, even the way her cheeks jiggled under his hand when he spanked her. He simply couldn’t get her out of his mind.
He should send her something, but what? Or better yet, deliver something to her in person, but he should wait at least a day. He didn’t want to crowd her independent spirit. He sat there thinking, his reports totally forgotten, and suddenly he smiled broadly. He knew exactly what he’d get her, providing, of course, that he could find what he needed.
Sadie too was thinking about Max, but for her, it was more problematic. Oh, she’d loved the way his hard, muscled body had felt and the way his mouth had seemed to command hers, tantalizing her until she could barely stand. The way he’d made love to her was something she’d never experienced, and even the spanking had been exciting in its own way, but that was all part of the problem. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met, and when she was with him, she seemed to give herself over to him. She did what he asked, she was overwhelmed with attraction to him, she even allowed herself to be spanked—in short, she behaved exactly like what she swore she never would be, the little woman to his big, strong man. She let him make decisions and didn’t even object when he joked that she’d lose in a competition with him. She had just spent forty-eight hours being what she railed against in her blog.
What was she going to do? Part of her felt like a giddy sixteen-year-old whose heart leaped every time her phone sounded, but the other side of her was terrified that she was on the brink of doing something she’d deeply regret later. Max had a powerful pull on her, and she didn’t know what to do.
Just then her phone sounded, making her start and her tummy tighten. She glanced at the screen and saw the words Max Orlov on it. Oh god, what should she do? She’d love to hear his deep voice, but she was truly torn. She needed to think first.