Joanna grinned her approval at the show. She admired her toned slender body as Riley seductively ran her hand down over her neck and fondled one of her own nipples with an exaggerated moan for Joanna’s benefit. Her other hand trailed down over her face and down over her belly, disappearing under the waistband of her panties and cupping her sex. Riley closed her eyes and moaned as her hand worked her sex feverishly. Joanna was loving every minute of her private cabaret. Riley opened her eyes and fixed them on Joanna’s, moving closer. She took her hand out from inside her panties and put two fingers, slick with her juices, inside Joanna’s mouth. Joanna bit down gently and sucked on them as Riley slowly withdrew them from her mouth. Joanna licked her lips.
“Darling, if this is what traffic school does to you, then I’ll be sending you every Saturday!” Joanna smirked as she got up from the chair and swiftly relieved Riley of her panties.
“Now, I think it’s time you handed back the reins to me!” she stated as she easily scooped Riley up in her arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Joanna deposited Riley on the bed, bent down, and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to spank your ass and then I’m going to fuck you until dinner time.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
As she ran through Central Park one day, Riley found herself caught in the middle of what was becoming a winter storm. Joanna had told her not to go out because of the rain and Kate had even bailed on her, saying it was too cold and probably going to rain. Now soaking wet and freezing cold, Riley was miserable. Her iPod had even quit on her, becoming waterlogged, and she still had three miles left to get back to the apartment.
Joanna was becoming more and more concerned as the cold rain beat down on Kate and Helen’s penthouse windows.
“Do you think I should take the car and try to find her?” Joanna asked.
“I’m not sure that will do much good since she’s probably in the park,” Kate replied sympathetically.
“Damn it, I told her not to run today and I get back from my hair appointment and there’s a note on the counter saying she went for a run and now it’s pouring out there!” Joanna fumed.
“Well, she’s not going to melt, Jo, I’m sure she’ll be back soon,” Helen replied.
Riley got back to the apartment building about thirty minutes later. She peeled off her drenched running shoes and entered the lobby, shivering.
“Hey, Rosa, nice day!” Riley joked as she came in dripping wet.
“What a-ya crazy, going out in zis weather?” Rosa scolded.
“I know, I know.”
“You got some mail, Riley,” Rosa said, handing Riley a few letters. “Now go upstairs and get dry before you catch your death!” She shooed Riley to the elevators.
Riley got out of the elevator and headed to Joanna’s apartment carrying her running shoes. “Riley!” Joanna exclaimed through her open door.
Riley shivered as Joanna ushered her inside her apartment.
“What on earth possessed you to go out running?” Joanna asked.
Riley shrugged as she tossed the mail on the kitchen counter. “Don’t know, I thought I would miss the rain. I wrecked my iPod too,” she replied, taking the device off her arm and studying the blank screen.
“Never mind that, you’re freezing, let’s get you out of those wet clothes and get you into a hot bath,” Joanna chided.
Riley stood in Joanna’s bathroom shivering as Joanna turned on the faucets in the large garden tub.
“Arms up,” she instructed as she peeled Riley’s long t-shirt off over her head, followed by her running bra.
Joanna stripped Riley of the rest of her clothes before wrapping her in a thick bathrobe. She sat down in the bathroom chair and pulled Riley into her lap, rubbing and holding her to warm her up as the tub filled. Riley sneezed as her tired body began to warm.
“Young lady, I should warm your behind for being so irresponsible!” Joanna scolded.
Riley snuggled into her girlfriend, holding her tightly. “I know, sorry, Jo,” she said sweetly.
Joanna got up, lifting Riley with her, then sat her down on the chair while she checked the water.
“Okay, I think it’s good. Up you get,” Joanna directed, removing Riley’s robe and helping her into the tub.
“Oh, God, that feels good, I was freezing!” Riley exclaimed as she sank down into the warm water up to her neck.
“Tilt your head back,” Joanna instructed as she poured warm water over Riley’s head.
“Oh, that feels wonderful!” Riley said as Joanna washed her hair while she relaxed in the warm water.
“Come in with me, please?” Riley asked her attentive lover.
Joanna smiled at Riley. “Okay, but just for a few minutes.”
Riley grinned as she watched Joanna remove her clothes.
“You are beautiful. Do you know that…?” Riley mused as Joanna slipped into the tub behind her.
Riley lay back against Joanna’s chest, letting her wash her with a soapy sponge.
“And you are incorrigible, but I love you, Riley Carrington,” Joanna announced, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her softly on her neck and shoulders.
Riley nearly fell asleep in the warm water wrapped in Joanna’s arms until she felt her slip out from behind her out of the tub.
“Stay there, I’m going to get you some warm PJs then we’ll get you dry.”
Joanna came back and got Riley out of the tub. She dried her and dressed her into her pajamas.
“Jo, c’mon, it’s only six-thirty,” Riley protested as she sneezed again.
“I don’t care, you’re catching a cold and I’m putting you to bed! Young lady, if you remember you had pneumonia less than four months ago and I’m not going to let you have a repeat performance. So if you don’t want to go to bed with a sore behind I suggest you do as I say.”
Riley climbed into bed. Joanna pulled the covers around her and kissed her cheek.
“Damn, you feel warm, let me get the thermometer,” Joanna said, concerned.
Riley rolled her eyes and turned over on her stomach.
“Riley, turn over, I want to take your temperature,” Joanna directed as she returned to the bedroom.
“Joanna I’m fine, stop fussing,” Riley replied dismissingly.
Riley felt the covers swiftly being pulled back, then in one motion Joanna yanked down her pajama bottoms and underwear.
“Wait!” Riley protested, but before she could react, Joanna delivered six stinging swats to Riley’s bare backside.
“Ow, ow, okay!” Riley pleaded.
“Care to rethink that last remark?” Joanna asked in an irritated tone.
“Yes, okay.” Riley conceded, pulling her underwear and PJs back up.
Riley rolled back over and let Joanna put the thermometer in her mouth.
“You’re warm, no work for you tomorrow. I still don’t know what possessed you to go running on a day like today,” Joanna scolded. “Kate made her chili, I’ll get you a bowl and something for your fever, then it’s bed for you, my love.”
* * *
Riley was awake early the next morning. She slid out of bed and headed for the kitchen, leaving her sleeping lover. She put on the coffee and eyed the pile of mail Rosa had given her yesterday. Riley ripped open the letter from Dr. Morgan, expecting more of the same exam results, but was confused seeing a letter to Joanna. As she read it, the contents of the envelope sent Riley spiraling from anger to sadness. She paced the kitchen, trying to wrap her head around what to do.
Riley texted Kate.
Are you up? I need to talk, important.
Riley sat in her PJs on Kate and Helen’s couch, her arms hugging her knees to her chest as Kate read the letter.
“I didn’t mean to open it, I thought it was for me. Then I started to read it,” Riley explained.
“So it was over three months ago and she hasn’t done anything?” Kate replied.
“I guess, but she didn’t even tell me, Kate,” Rile
y replied tearfully.
“What’s this?” Helen asked inquisitively, coming into the living room and seeing the serious look on Kate’s face and a tearful Riley.
Kate handed her girlfriend the letter from Dr. Morgan. “Riley opened it accidentally; she didn’t know what to do. Did you know?”
Helen read the letter.
“No, I didn’t,” Helen replied with a determined look on her face. “Riley, you did the right thing. I’m going to take care of this, okay? Don’t worry.”
“But I don’t want Jo to be mad at me. I didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t even tell me and when I read the letter it scared me,” Riley said desperately.
“I know, honey,” Helen said, sitting down next to Riley and pulling her into a hug. “Jo said you were getting a cold so you stay home today. I will take care of this with Joanna. It will be okay, Riley,” she comforted.
“Thank you, Helen. Do you think Jo will be mad at me for this?” Riley asked.
“No, she won’t be. Now you go back to bed and don’t mention this to Jo for now. Kate will bring you over some breakfast after Jo and I leave for the office. Don’t worry,” Helen reassured her.
* * *
“What’s up, Helen?” Joanna asked as she entered Helen’s office and sat down.
Helen got up and shut the door before returning to her chair behind her desk. She slid the letter from Dr. Morgan across the desk to Joanna.
“What’s this?” Joanna asked, confused.
“Read it,” Helen directed, getting up and walking to the window.
Joanna’s face paled as she read the contents of the letter. “I don’t understand,” she stammered.
Helen returned to her chair. “Riley accidentally opened it this morning. She thought it was for her. She didn’t know what to do, she was so upset.”
“Shit,” Joanna started. “Look, Helen, I was going to take care of it. I…”
“Enough, Joanna! I called Dr. Morgan this morning. She set it up, we have an appointment in an hour. Over three months, Jo, and you did nothing? Riley is beside herself,” Helen admonished. “Did you forget Karen?”
“No, of course not,” Joanna replied, tears starting to gloss in her eyes.
“Oh, Jo, let’s get this taken care of first, but we are going to talk about this later,” Helen replied a little more sympathetically.
The two women drove to the imaging center in silence.
Helen gave Joanna’s hand a reassuring squeeze when she was called into the imaging room.
About fifteen minutes later a pale-faced Joanna emerged from the room. “They want to do an ultrasound. They didn’t like what they saw on the scan.”
Helen put her arm around Joanna. “I’m coming in with you, okay?”
Joanna nodded her head. “I’m such an idiot, Helen.”
“Hey, let’s not worry about that now,” she replied as a young woman in scrubs came out and called Joanna’s name.
Joanna lay down on the exam table as the female technician squeezed some gel onto her then moved the imaging wand back and forth over her breast. Helen sat down on a chair next to her, holding her hand.
“This is the area we are concerned about,” the technician said, pointing to a small white area on the screen. “I’ll have the doctor take a look.”
Helen and Joanna both studied the screen as a male doctor in his fifties entered the room.
“Hello, Joanna, I’m Dr. Reed. I’ve been taking a look at your films. Let’s see what the ultrasound can tell us.”
Dr. Reed took the imaging wand from the technician and moved it over Joanna’s breast. “Right there,” he said, pointing.
“I took a few stills of the same area, doctor,” the technician told him.
The doctor moved the wand around for several minutes more, studying the screen before he handed the wand back to the technician and stood up. “Well, I think it’s just a calcium deposit. Nothing to worry about, but I want you back in six months and we’ll take another look. I’ll send the results to your doctor, any questions for me?”
“No, thank you, doctor,” Joanna replied in a thankful tone as Helen exhaled in relief.
Joanna got dressed and met Helen back in the waiting room.
“I just texted Riley and Kate that everything is okay,” Helen said in a cool tone.
Back in the car, Joanna looked over at Helen uneasily. “Helen, how much trouble am I in, exactly?”
Helen looked over at Joanna. “When we get back you are going to go and apologize to Riley, then you and I are going to have a long discussion. As far as I’m concerned this is right up there with the drugs in college. Let’s just say that sitting down comfortably is going to be a distant memory for a couple of days after I’m done with you!”
Joanna swallowed hard; she knew Helen meant every word.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Riley stared at her computer; the instructions Joanna had given her were clear but she didn’t know where to start so she searched ‘spanking paddles.’ She was surprised to see her search had returned myriad websites. She started exploring the various ones offering hundreds of varieties of spanking implements, all shapes and sizes. Who the hell knew! Riley thought to herself as she browsed through the many pages until one in particular caught her eye: a site advertising ‘Handcrafted Spanking Paddles.’ From what she could tell they had three basic models. You could custom order with or without holes from all different varieties of wood. Riley found the size Joanna had specified and ordered it in a ‘Purpleheart’ wood, knowing Joanna had a liking for purple and this particular wood had a natural hue that Riley liked. She decided on no holes after reading the description of their benefits and she completed the order process.
Riley was quite pleased with herself. She knew Joanna would approve of her purchase but she had no intention of doing anything ever again that would warrant its use. Joanna had explained that it would be reserved for serious infractions and since Riley was still sitting on a sore backside from her last experience a few days ago, she had no intention of ever repeating her misdeeds.
* * *
Less than a week later, Riley’s package arrived. I must be crazy, she thought to herself as she admired the craftsmanship of the purple paddle she held in her hand. It was hard and smooth, about half an inch thick and sixteen inches long, its surface finished with several layers of clear lacquer according to the description. Riley smacked it down a couple of times on her palm, imparting a sting that she knew would mean business if it ever ended up being wielded by Joanna on her behind.
Riley got up early the next morning to run with Kate, but before she left she tied a ribbon around the handle of the paddle and laid it on her pillow along with a note next to Joanna, who was still sleeping.
Joanna woke up and immediately saw what Riley had left her. She looked at the note and smiled when she read it.
You have my contrition and my submission. I’m yours!
The note ended with a simple heart shape and the letter R.
“It’s beautiful, Riley!” Joanna said, examining the paddle when Riley returned from her run.
“It’s made from Purpleheart wood from the rainforests of Brazil. Only the best and most exotic for you, honey. Although I still think I’m mental for getting it!” Riley said, planting a kiss on Joanna’s lips before disappearing into the bathroom to take a shower.
“Well, hurry up so I can try it out!” Joanna yelled after her.
Riley came out of the bathroom naked, toweling her still damp hair and she froze when she saw Joanna sitting on the bed, tapping the paddle against her palm menacingly. She crooked a finger at Riley to approach.
“No way,” Riley said, backing up.
“But Riley, you’re mine, remember? I have your contrition and submission, do I not?” Joanna said with a grin.
Riley looked at Joanna intently. “Yes, you do, where do you want me?” she asked with a smirk, tossing her towel to the side. “Perhaps like this?” Riley said as she appr
oached Joanna, turned around, spread her legs apart, bent down, and grasped her ankles, looking at Joanna seductively upside down from between her legs.
“Mmm… I like that very much,” Joanna said as she got up and stood behind Riley. She ran the cool flat of the paddle up the inside of Riley’s thigh, over her bottom, and down the inside of the other thigh. “I also love this lovely implement of correction,” Joanna said as she rested the paddle on Riley’s cheeks. “Let’s see how it works, shall we?”
Riley faltered just a bit as she felt the paddle leave her behind, then without a word Joanna cracked it down on Riley’s cheeks, not particularly hard but enough to make Riley’s knees waver a little as she sucked in air between her teeth, trying to contend with the sting that was spreading deep in her behind.
“I think that will do nicely, don’t you, Riley?” Joanna said as she admired the paddle in her hand and the pink strip that it had just inflicted on Riley’s bottom.
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” Riley gasped compliantly.
“Good girl, now get back into bed, because I plan to have you for breakfast!”
* * *
“Jo, when can I ride my bike again? It’s been three weeks and you have to admit I’ve been super good!” Riley asked.
Joanna just looked at Riley over her paper, then resumed reading it without answering her. Riley didn’t push the issue; she knew how sensitive Joanna was about her motorcycle. Instead she changed the subject.
Joanna reached into her pocket, pulled out Riley’s motorcycle keys, and held them up to her. Riley’s eyes lit up and a big smile appeared on her face.
“I know I don’t need to remind you of the rules, do I, young lady?!” Joanna said sternly before handing over the keys to her excited girlfriend.
“No, you know you don’t, honey, thank you!” Riley said, hugging Joanna and planting a grateful kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.
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