by Holla Dean
“Do you need a pillow to sit on?” Char asked.
Debi looked at her in confusion. “A pillow? No, this chair is fine.”
Char blushed and apologized. “I’m sorry, I just saw the way you were shifting around and I wondered if…well…oh, never mind. Forget I said anything.”
Debi could see Char was embarrassed and felt even more confused. She wanted to know what Char wondered. “No, tell me what you thought.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything. And right after I opened my big mouth I remembered Brent said you guys aren’t into DD. I thought the way you were moving around that maybe you’d been spanked right before coming over. I’m sorry.”
Debi felt her face heat up as a crimson blush crept upwards from her neck. She cleared her throat and said, “That’s okay. It was an honest mistake. I don’t suppose you have many people living here who don’t do the spanking thing.”
“We do have a few, but you’re right, not too many. Anyway, I know you’re going to love it here. Everyone does once they settle in.”
“I’m sure we will.” Debi wondered if there was any way she could escape the kitchen and join the men in the living room. She loved sports and turned her head to listen to the commentator say something about the game.
“Hey, are you into sports?” Char asked. “Do you want to watch the game?”
“I’d love to. Russ and I are both huge sports fans.”
“Well, come on then. Let’s join the men. I have about an hour before I’ll have to put Kayla to bed.”
The men shifted to make room for the women on the sofa. Jack was reclining in Brent’s big chair. Debi sat down next to Russ and he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and giving her a squeeze.
The game ended just before Char had to put Kayla to bed. Russ rose and held out his hand to help Debi up. Her knee usually got stiff from sitting and it was sometimes hard for her to get up from a soft sofa or chair.
“Thanks for inviting us over.” Russ shook Brent’s hand.
“My pleasure,” Brent replied. “Let me know if you need help with anything. Just give me a call.”
* * * * *
They made their new bed together with their new soft flannel sheets while Debi told Russ about her little exchange with Char.
“She really thought you might have just been spanked? Do they do that here? Spank someone right before their due to go to someone else’s house?”
“That’s what it sounds like.”
“Man, this place is going to take some time to get used to. I can’t even believe she’d ask you that.”
Debi giggled and said, “I had the feeling she felt sorry for me. As though she knew what I was going through. If I’d been spanked, that is.”
“I think we have a lot to learn about this place.” Russ was still shaking his head and wondered how anyone could casually go out like nothing happened after getting their ass beat. Figuring he’d never understand, he headed for the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
Debi opened a few other packages from her shopping trip, went down to the laundry room and threw in a load of new towels to get rid of that icky manufacturer odor, then went back upstairs to take a shower.
Russ was taking too long so she decided to strip and join him. Just as she opened the door, he turned the water off. Too late, she thought.
“Let me get in there, Jess…I mean Russ.”
“Better watch that, Debi. I don’t how we’d explain using the wrong names in front of anyone.”
“I know,” she said as she got in and turned on the hot water. “But you’ve been Jess for forty years. It’s not easy to remember you’re Russ now.”
“We gotta keep working on it, hon. Hurry up now and get your butt in bed. I’m planning to do wild and crazy things to your body.”
“I’ll be quick,” she said with a little giggle. Since the furniture had arrived, they’d be ‘breaking in’ their own new bed.
* * * * *
When she came out of the bathroom, Russ stood at the foot of the bed, naked. His cock was at half mast, but he felt it growing even as she looked at it. She approached him, running her tongue over her lower lip, making his cock even harder. She touched the tip with her finger and it leapt upwards.
“I’m going to make you crazy first,” she said. Sitting on the edge of the bed—kneeling with a knee replacement was not comfortable—she made him turn around to face her and wrapped one hand around his hard shaft and kissed his belly.
His cock pulsed in her hand and she cupped his balls in her other hand. Tilting her head to the side, she licked his balls and then dragged her tongue up the entire length of his cock. Her lips encircled just the tip and she twirled her tongue around the rim of the head before licking all the way back down to the base.
Debi sucked first one ball into her mouth, laving her tongue all around while her hand massaged his other ball. Then she licked all the way up, sucked on just the tip, licked all the way down again, and sucked the other ball into her mouth before repeating the entire sequence again.
“Jesus, stop,” Russ said, his voice gravelly with passion, as he fisted his hand into her hair and pulled her head away from his groin when he wanted nothing more than for her to continue until he came and shot his cum down her throat. But tonight was for her. The earlier bout of tears and frustration over their situation made him want to show her how much he loved her. He wasn’t getting any younger and he couldn’t always manage a second round on the same evening, so he had to make her stop.
“Lie down and scoot up on the bed.”
She did and he took one of the pillows and tucked it under the leg with the knee replacement for comfort. He saw her little smile when he took the extra step to make sure her leg would be comfortable and knew she was aware it meant he was going to give her a nice long session with his tongue on her pussy. He loved the little tremor that made her belly clench. One hand was on her inner thigh and he felt her muscles contract in anticipation of what was to come.
Russ leaned over her and kissed her lips. “Comfy?”
She nodded and moaned, “Mm…hmm.”
He kissed each nipple and then ran his wet tongue down her torso slowly, pausing here and there to plant light kisses. With each flick of his tongue, her belly trembled with anticipation and desire. Her hips rose, telling him she wanted more.
Russ obliged—his tongue darted out and flicked her clit while his fingers opened her pussy lips. He licked the length of her slit and plunged two fingers into her warm wetness.
“Mm…” she moaned and gyrated her hips as he sucked on her now swollen clit and stroked the bundle of nerves at the top of her vagina. Her fists grabbed folds of the bed sheets and she cried out as he felt another ripple wash over her body.
He continued to gently stroke her while she caught her breath and then he started again—licking, kissing, and sucking on her pussy lips and her clit. When she appeared to be on the verge of coming again, he returned to just the gentle strokes until her breathing was more normal. Then he took her to the edge again, but backed off before she could come. And again. Until finally she was begging him for satisfaction.
“Please…please, I need you, Je…Russ. I need you inside me—all the way inside me.”
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and slowly kissed his way up her belly, her ribs, stopping to give each nipple a gentle tugging suckle before continuing upwards to her collar bone. His cock was fully erect now and the tip hovered at the entrance of her pussy but he was still teasing her. Moving his hips forward just a tiny bit, teasing her until he knew she couldn’t take much more. He was at the end of his limits now and knew he was going to lose the tight control he had. He needed to bury himself in her heat.
With one swift thrust, he drove his shaft into her just as her hands grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him all the way in. All the way into her depths. Hot, moist, and soft as velvet, he felt her muscles grip him as he continued to thrust in and out.
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bsp; He was beyond resisting her and buried himself in her moist heat. Pausing for just a half a second to savor the exquisite feeling of being surrounded by her warmth, he began thrusting deeply again.
Her hips bucked hard and she lifted both legs to wrap around him and pull him in as she finally fell over the edge in spastic contractions. As soon as Russ felt her pussy pulsating around his cock, he gave up all efforts to control his own orgasm and with a low groan, he gave one last deep thrust and emptied himself into her.
Mindful of Debi’s knee, and feeling a little guilty because he had completely forgotten about it, he moved off to her side and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Mm…better than okay. That was sooo good.”
He kissed her shoulder. “It was, but what about your knee—is it okay?”
“Yep, it’s fine. Right now I can’t even feel it.”
* * * * *
It was six o’clock in the morning when Debi’s aching knee woke her up. She’d slept on her side all night and the pressure of her good knee against the replacement knee for so many hours had caused it to start aching. She usually put a pillow between her knees to prevent that, but after last night’s fantastic sex, she’d fallen asleep before she even thought about a pillow.
She looked over at Russ and found him awake and watching her.
“Morning, how’re you feeling?”
“I feel great. My knee woke me up because I forgot to use a pillow.”
“I would have given you my pillow.”
“I know you would, but really, if I’d thought about it I would have just slept on my back. I’m okay.”
“It’s awfully early, but let’s get up and get ready. I want to make some lists of things I need for my new business. And I want to get an idea of what I want to do in the garage.”
“Good idea. I have lists to make too. We still need a lot of stuff to make this place a home. Plus we need groceries. All the staples like spices, sugar, and flour. And of course, real food.”
“At least our vehicle is a SUV, but even so, I think we’ll be making several more trips before we have everything.”
An hour later while eating the rest of the breakfast casserole from Venia. Russ made lists for computer equipment and what he’d need for his business, tools for the garage, yard tools, and home electronics, while Debi cleaned up the kitchen. Then he watched her write out her lists for groceries and all the little odds and ends that hadn’t been bought the day before.
At 7:30 the doorbell rang and when Russ opened the door he saw Venia holding a coffee pot and a small stack of disposable coffee cups.
“I hope you’re coffee drinkers,” Venia said.
“Oh, you are a life saver, I was afraid I’d have to wait until we got to Boulder for a cup of Joe.” Russ opened the door wider so their neighbor could come in.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be up yet, but figured if I rang the doorbell only once and then left if you didn’t answer, I wouldn’t make you too mad.”
“We’ve been up since a little after dawn. We’re making lists of everything we need. And boy, do we need everything.”
“Coffee!” Debi exclaimed when Russ came back with Venia following him. “Come on in and have a seat. I’ll get you some of your breakfast casserole. It is delicious.”
Chapter Five
The next few days were busy as Debi and Russ worked hard to turn their house into a home. Furniture was arranged and rearranged. Cabinets were stocked with dishes, cookware, and food. Russ set up the Wi-Fi for the computers and printers. He programmed the new big screen television.
On Friday afternoon, Brent called and asked if he and Jack could stop by that evening. They’d pick up the bed and table that had been loaned to the Hunters and Jack wanted to say goodbye as he was leaving the following day.
Debi made coffee in her new Keurig coffee machine and offered them each a slice of cake after they moved the loaned furniture to Brent’s truck. Then Brent hung back at his truck while Jack talked to Russ and Debi.
“I’ll be leaving in the morning. Here’s a card if you have to get in touch with me.” He handed Russ a generic business card with all his contact information. There was no indication that this card had anything to do with the Witness Protection Program or the U.S. Marshal Service.
After going over all the safety precautions once again and stressing the importance of not contacting their family, Jack asked, “Do you have any questions for me?”
“Yeah, one question,” Russ said. “We get that you put us in this community because there’s probably no way anyone from the Mellinni Family could find us here. But what happens if we just can’t deal with the lifestyles of these folks? Can we be moved again?”
Jack sighed and nodded his head. “You can, but it’s not encouraged. Generally speaking we only do another move if there’s imminent danger. The process is extremely expensive. We’d have to go through the whole identity change again. It’s something the U.S. Marshal Service strives to avoid. I’m sorry I wasn’t more upfront with you about this place, but we were in a time crunch and the Mellinni Family was getting dangerously close to causing you harm. I urge you to give this a good solid try. There are good people here, and if you give it a chance, I think you’ll come to like it.”
“We will,” Russ promised, telling himself for the hundredth time that what these people did in the privacy of their homes had nothing to do with him and Debi. “But now I have one more question. Does Brent know about us?”
“I didn’t tell him, and I won’t. I don’t want you to tell him either. He may suspect because he knows what my job is, but he knows better than to ask. So just leave it alone. You don’t have to worry that he’ll ever ask about it. He knows you can’t tell him.”
“All right.” Russ rose and shook Jack’s hand.
Debi stood up, hugged him, and said, “Thank you for taking such good care of us.”
Brent came back in when Jack waved to him that all was clear. Before they left, Brent said, “If you’re going to be home tomorrow, I’d like to stop in with Jason Rolson and Venia Varner. Sometime in the late morning, after Jack is on his way, if that’s okay with you.”
“Sure, we’ll be here,” Russ said.
* * * * *
Russ watched Debi as she flitted about the kitchen getting everything ready for their visitors. The kitchen looked good. Debi had done a fine job turning it into a comfortable space with pretty curtains on the windows, framed prints of exotic foods on the walls, and a cheerful bouquet of flowers in the center of the table.
“I wonder why he wants to come over,” Debi said as she made sure there was beer in the fridge and some snacks handy. “And who is this Jason Rolson guy? We’ve already met Venia. What do you think?”
“I have no idea, maybe he just wants to introduce us to this Jason fellow and Venia is coming along so you won’t be the only woman.” He thought Debi was making a bigger deal out of it than she needed to.
“That doesn’t make sense, there’ll only be you three guys. That’s not enough to make me feel threatened or outnumbered.”
“Well, you won’t have to wait long now, here they come.”
Debi looked out the window and saw their three guests crossing the street from Venia’s house. Russ saw her nervously look around to make sure the living room was clean and tidy. Then she ran to the kitchen to check if anything was out of order there.
“Stop worrying so much,” he told her. “We haven’t lived here long enough for the house to get dirty. The place looks great and we’re not trying to impress these people.”
The doorbell rang and Russ let their visitors in. Debi came out to be introduced to Jason Rolson who was an older man, in his early to mid-seventies with steel gray hair and blue eyes. Russ had finally gotten around to reading the Corbin’s Bend brochures all the way through and he knew Jason was one of the developers of the community. Every time he met someone new he had all sorts of thoughts running through his head.
Did people who w
ere into spanking keep it up at this guy’s age? Was his wife as old as Jason and did her ass still get spanked? Was that even safe at their age?
He suddenly realized Debi was looking at him expectantly. Apparently he’d missed some of the conversation while he was thinking about geriatric spanking.
Debi suggested that they all sit down and asked, “Would you like to sit down here in the living room or at the table in the kitchen?”
“Let’s go in the kitchen,” Brent suggested. “Sitting around a table makes it easier for everyone to be included in the conversation.”
Once everyone had something to drink and Debi brought out the cheese and crackers, potato chips and dip, and a plate of cookies, Brent started talking.
“I know from talking with you at first that you weren’t exactly sure about what made our community so unique. And I know you’ve done a little research on the internet. Not to put you on the spot, Russ, but why don’t you tell Jason what you thought when you first read the brochure.”
Russ smiled and said, “I’m a little embarrassed how naïve we are about certain lifestyles. When I read about HoHs, I thought to myself Debi and I are partners. Neither one of us is the head of our family; we talk and make our decisions together. And I kept turning it around in my head and thinking of it as Household Head. But that wasn’t the funny part. When I read about Domestic Discipline, the first thing that popped into my head was our children are grown; we don’t have to worry about any discipline problems.”
Jason laughed lightly and asked, “Now that you’re more familiar with Corbin’s Bend, what are your thoughts?”
“I’m not sure,” Russ answered. “We’ve only been here a few days, but I’m pretty sure I won’t have any desire or need to discipline my wife. I still think of us as partners. We’re somewhat unique ourselves, you see. We were married when Debi was only sixteen and I was eighteen. She was pregnant and our parents all but disowned us. Anyway, we had to learn to get by and manage our money by ourselves. The best way turned out to be talking and throwing ideas out there and then figuring out which idea might be the best one. We sort of grew up together and we’ve been married just over forty years. How we do things has worked for us so far and we don’t really see a need to change it.”