Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  After they finished eating, Dylan cleaned up, as he always insisted on doing whenever she cooked for him, and Bella opened the second bottle of wine. She still didn’t want to talk about her break-up with Mark, but after refilling their glasses, Bella found herself sighing anyway.

  “I don’t know why I expected anything else. I guess I should just give up on the whole idea of dating.”

  Dylan closed the dishwasher and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave her a look. His expression was one that mixed stern disapproval with sympathy and a hint of amusement. The amusement wasn’t because he found her anguish funny, it was because after all of these years, she was still blind to her own value.

  “Maybe you should just stop dating jerks,” he suggested with a hint of frustration.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” she muttered, lifting her wineglass to take a sip. “It’s not like I’m being flooded with offers. I can’t afford to be picky like some people.”

  “Annie,” he said, a little sharply. “You certainly can, and you absolutely should.” Dylan paused and took a breath, lowering his arms to his sides. “I hate to see you go through this kind of thing.” He moved back to the table and picked up his glass. “I want you to promise me you’re going to set your standards higher.”

  She scoffed softly. “Promise you I’ll just stay single, you mean?”

  “Annie…”

  “It’s not like I haven’t tried, Dylan,” she interrupted, putting her glass down. “None of them start off on the first date, or the third date, being honest about what creeps they are. No, they just start digging at my self-esteem, and making me feel bad about myself until I’m right back to being the fat girl in high school. It’s the only way they can get a girl to stay with them, to make them too broken to leave.”

  Angry, Bella wiped the tear from her cheek with a fist. “Well, forget it. I don’t care anymore. I can be single. I can be the best damn fat chef in town. I can be the best damn fat aunt ever.”

  “Annie,” Dylan said again, pulling the chair out from the table and sitting down. “Do you think that curves like yours mean you aren’t beautiful and deserve a guy who will treat you right?”

  She sighed. “Please, not now. I’m too tired for a pep-talk, Dylan.”

  “I’m not gonna try to give you a pep-talk,” he said reluctantly. “You seem to have made up your mind not to listen to me tonight no matter what I say.”

  She nodded, relieved he wasn’t going to insist on it for a change.

  “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you go on like this, ignoring the facts.”

  When she met his gaze again the silent command was there. She felt a fast rise of conflicting emotions.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve had to spank you for this. I guess it’s time, isn’t it?’

  “Sure,” she replied with a little half-smile on her mouth, immediately starting to feel better. “Because it’s so naughty of me to be down on myself, right?”

  “It is,” he said, still holding her gaze levelly. “If you can stand there not knowing how beautiful you are, I’m failing you as a friend. If I have to put you over my knee and spank you, then I will.”

  Bella shook her head slightly. Of all people, Dylan was the only one she felt had never failed her. He had always been there for her, especially on nights like tonight, when she foolishly thought what she had wanted was to be alone with her misery.

  “Don’t argue with me,” he chided with mock severity. Dylan adopted that over-the-top scowl that always made her giggle. When she couldn’t keep the amusement buried he smiled too. “Come here and accept your punishment, Annie.”

  “Fine,” she conceded, stepping forward to bend over his lap. He would swat her behind a few times like he always did, and she would either giggle like she sometimes did or she wouldn’t. Afterward they would go watch one or both of the bad movies and the subject would be dropped for a while. That seemed to be their unspoken plan and Bella liked it.

  Bella approached Dylan’s knees and looked down. There was something different in his eyes. She couldn’t quite determine what it was but it made her a little excited.

  Getting onto her knees she again looked into Dylan’s eyes hoping to share the playfulness of the moment with him. Instead of seeing that familiar glint back, she saw his hand reach up and rest on her back between her shoulders. “Down,” he commanded, pressing lightly.

  Bella resisted for a moment. This was new. Before now she had always willing laid on his lap. Now it felt like he was controlling her. For the first time she felt helpless to his will and it made her heart race. She allowed Dylan’s strong had to lower her onto his knees and she liked it.

  Once on his lap, Bella felt Dylan switch hands. It was now his left holding her down, freeing up his right. Her breath quickened as she imagined his hand drawing back.

  “Promise me… no, promise yourself you’ll raise your standards and stop dating jerks,” he said.

  “Dylan…”

  Before Bella could continue, his hand connected with her ass sharply. With only the silk between his skin and hers, the spank was a whole new experience. It tingled, and made her gasp like the spankings had when they were in high school, only much more so.

  “Promise, Annie,” Dylan said with earnestness in his voice.

  Her hands tightened as she gripped onto the hard muscle of his thigh for support. “I promise.”

  “Good girl.”

  His left hand caressed down her back sending a new tingle down her spine.

  “Now admit to yourself out loud that you are beautiful just the way you are.”

  Bella bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Not only was what he was asking ridiculous and impossible, she felt a burning desire to know what he would do if she refused. Her face flushed at the idea.

  After a moment of silence Dylan realized she wasn’t going to comply. She couldn’t see it but a small smile crept across his face. He drew back and spanked her again. “Say it, Annie,” he demanded.

  Bella squeezed her eyes and mouth closed, trying her best to keep her moans from escaping. It wasn’t as if she had forgotten how attractive he was. How could she, when she saw him almost every day, and he’d only gotten more handsome as the years went by? The crush she had had in high school hadn’t really died, despite being buried deep. It had simply changed as it was nurtured by their friendship and enriched by his constant care for her. And now, laying across his lap, she had an overwhelming desire to keep him touching her for as long as possible.

  “Stubborn girl,” Dylan whispered loud enough for Bella to hear. “I see I’ll have to be more firm with you.”

  Still holding her down with his left, he surprising slid his right hand up to her waist. Bella tensed. This too was new and if he started tickling her, that just wouldn’t be fair at all. Instead, his fingertips hooked the elastic waistband of her pajama pants and she instantly lost her breath.

  Bella’s eyes flung open as Dylan slowly pulled down her silken pants exposing her bare bottom. His left hand was still on her back. If it hadn’t been she might have given in to her surprise and pulled away. Even confined she needed to know what he was doing. Why had he changed the game in this way?

  If she could have seen his face, she would have seen the way his gaze was fixed on the curves revealed by the lowering silk. She would have seen the expression of barely-restrained hunger at the sight of the creamy skin and round buttocks.

  “Beautiful,” he breathed, so softly she could barely hear him.

  When the waistband of her pants was across the tops of her thighs he stroked his hand back up. His touch was light, almost reverent, and it fueled her feelings for him. When he spanked her again, it was softer, and his hand lingered, turning the swat into a caress.

  Bella closed her eyes trying to silence her soft moans. Upon his first touch on her bare skin, every nerve in her body seemed to spark warmth. When he spanked her bare ass again, that warmth
had flared into heat. It raced up from his strong hand, causing her body to tremble and her head to flood with dizzying desire. Reaching its peak, the sensation then retreated down her where it settled in the swelling folds between her legs. She moaned louder unable to control herself.

  The third spank on her bare skin was a little harder, but again immediately became a caress. The tingling between her legs intensified in reply and was followed by a subtle throb. She had no idea what had prompted him to change the game this way, but she couldn’t focus her mind to consider it. She was consumed by arousal, and lost to his touch.

  Struggling to gather her wits she realized that nothing she thought she knew of herself prepared her for this. To become so excited by this sensual punishment confused her. To yearn for the next swat, helpless and hot, made her feel out of control. When she found herself wishing that his strikes were lower so that he could see how wet she had become, it woke her up.

  “I am beautiful just the way I am,” she spit out realizing how much she had lost control.

  Bella endured what felt like an endless pause before Dylan replied. When he did his voice was much softer than it was before.

  “Yes, you are,” he replied. “You are, Annie.” Dylan subtly cleared his throat and used both hands to pull her pants up.

  Slowly, Bella lifted from his lap. Dylan, who seemed at a loss as to what to do next, stood and turned quickly, replacing the chair in its usual position at the table. Without turning back to her he excused himself with a low mutter and exited into the bathroom.

  Guilt quickly filled Bella. She was sure that she had moaned too loudly and had made Dylan feel uncomfortable. Justifying her loss of control she blamed him for changing the game on her. His spanking had aroused her and he knew it, now things were awkward. It was just the remnants of a school-girl crush she told herself. He had to understand that. It was nothing that he had to worry about.

  Bella anxiously grabbed her wineglass and took a swig. Unable stand still as the remaining sparks exploded within her loins, she crossed into the living room. Seeing the pair of movies on the coffee table, she grabbed the first and stuck it into the DVD player. She would pretend like none of this had happened much like she treated her crush for Dylan many years earlier.

  “Listen, uh, I’m going to head home.”

  Bella turned around finding Dylan standing in the doorway. His eyes were lowered and his head was slightly turned away from her. ‘He can’t look at me,’ she thought.

  “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  “Okay,” Bella said, even though she felt it was anything but okay. “Be careful getting home, Dylan.”

  “You know I will. Have a good night, gorgeous.”

  Bella followed Dylan to the door. In one swift move the door was open and he was through. He never looked back. Watching him leave felt like getting her heart broken all over again, but this time worse. Mark had just been another jerk, but the rejection she now felt from Dylan meant something. The void that Dylan created by his early departure seemed to suck the life out of her as he left.

  Bella locked the door behind him and collapsed onto the door frame. Why did things have to change? Not that she could blame Dylan for feeling awkward. This was their game and the rules had been clear, hadn’t they? It certainly wasn’t his fault that after all these years she still desired him. He couldn’t have known what it would do to her when he pulled down her pants to spank her bare ass.

  The only thing she couldn’t understand was why he would have done such a thing to begin with. Their spanking game had always been playful, even if Dylan often used it to make his point. Why had tonight been any different. Why did she find it so arousing this time?

  Bella quickly straightened up wanting to bring an end to the night as quickly as possible. ‘He always calls me “pretty lady” and “gorgeous”. That’s why it happened,’ she considered. ‘How could I not fall for him with him saying things like that. And why hasn’t he dated anyone in so long?’ His undivided attention was seductive. How could she help but be aroused by him. ‘He could understand, right?’ she thought. ‘He would have to.’

  Curling into a fetal position in bed, she felt the light thump of Romeo joining her. Without hesitation, she gathered him into her arms and pulled him close.

  “Why can’t men be more like cats, Romeo,” she asked him as she pulled him close. “You just love me no matter what, don’t you?”

  “Meow,” answered Romeo.

  “I know,” she sighed. “Maybe you could give the men in my life some pointers.”

  Bella focused on the warm vibrating body in her arms. It didn’t take long for Romeo to fall asleep, but for Bella and her racing thoughts, sleep was a long time coming.

  In the three days following her break-up, Bella talked to just about everyone except Dylan. As hours had turned into days, she began to wonder what exactly had happened. It was just a game, wasn’t it? Sure, she had committed a foul, but certainly that wasn’t enough to abandon their friendship altogether, was it?

  Bella agonized over whether or not to call him, and what to say if she did. Instead of doing something, she simply did nothing. She threw herself into work with more passion and self-demanding perfection than usual. Once she got home, she would turn her full attention to Romeo spoiling him rotten with fresh salmon and heavy cream.

  Each day followed like this until, at last, the phone rang and it was Dylan. Bella kept her voice calm and her greeting casual.

  “Hey, stranger. How’s tricks?”

  “Tricky,” he replied. “You busy tonight, gorgeous?”

  “Not even close,” she said with a near laugh “What’s the plan? Are we going to watch more bad movies?”

  Dylan’s pause seemed unusually weighted. “No… How about you come over here, I’ll make you dinner for a change?”

  “Wow,” she chuckled. “Really? You’re going to cook for me?” When he didn’t laugh with her, she sobered, wondering what was on his mind. “Sure, I’ll come over. Of course.”

  “Great,” he said. “See you in about half an hour. Is that okay?”

  “You got it,” she agreed.

  A half hour didn’t give her much time considering he lived fifteen minutes away. She scrambled to leave barely remembering to dump food into Romeo’s bowl. Romeo seemed displeased, but Bella promised to make it up to him later.

  At the door of Dylan’s apartment, she could smell rosemary and chicken. She suspected that he had made her favorite meal. The dish had gotten her hired at her first restaurant and had left the critics raving.

  When Dylan opened the door, Bella was more than a bit surprised to see most of the apartment was dark. The living and dining rooms glowed with candles while the kitchen light escaped from under the door.

  “Good to see you,” Dylan said unusually nervous.

  Bella smiled and entered. Having gotten used to his usual greetings, it seem odd that he didn’t call her “gorgeous” or “pretty lady” or even “Annie”. There wasn’t even a kiss on the cheek. Instead, he extended a hand toward the dining table where two places had been set. One place was set at the head of the table and the other on the side near it.

  “Can I help with anything?” she asked, setting her purse down.

  “You can sit your gorgeous self down,” he replied, going back into the kitchen. “Your timing is perfect. Just let me get the plates.”

  “It smells wonderful,” she said, sitting as directed.

  “I had the world’s best teacher,” he replied. “And the world’s best reason. I’m sorry I was out of touch the last few days.”

  He returned to the table and set down two full plates. The aroma swirled up and she took a savoring sniff. It was Rosemary Chicken with red potatoes. She could smell the hints of chicory and nutmeg that made the recipe uniquely her own.

  “Be right back with the wine.”

  While they ate, Bella couldn’t help but feel Dylan’s chatter was somewhat forced. It was as if he was having a hard
time with small talk. His amusement at her anecdotes from work seemed distracted. And finally, as he rose to get the dessert, she put her hand out and took hold of his wrist to stop him.

  “Dylan,” she said, trying to catch his gaze and failing. “Forget dessert. You obviously have something on your mind. Spill it.”

  Dylan looked at her hand on his wrist. For a long time he stared in silence letting seconds tick by until she thought he wasn’t going to answer at all. He then sighed and sat back down.

  “Bella, I want you to really listen to me, okay? This is important.” Dylan put his hand on her wrist and met her gaze before again looking down.

  “Of course, Dylan,” she replied feeling her throat tighten.

  This couldn’t be good. This could only be something really bad if he had gone through so much to deliver the news like this, but she kept herself still and her gaze steady on his face. This was her best friend and after everything he had done for her, she would listen and be there for him in whatever way she could be.

  “You are amazing,” he said as his dazzling blue eyes briefly met hers. “All these years, with everything that you did through high school, and culinary school, I just found you more and more amazing.

  “But you never let yourself see how special you are, how beautiful, how simply perfect you are, just like you are. You never needed to change anything to be better for anybody. People who couldn’t see it didn’t deserve a minute of your time. And I’ve spent so much time trying to tell you the truth about you, trying to get you to see it, because you deserve to be happy. You need to know how special you are, how absolutely amazing you are, how beautiful…”

  Dylan looked up at her again, this time holding her gaze. She felt she should respond, but she couldn’t speak. Of all the things that she imagined him saying, nothing like this had ever crossed her mind.

  “I can’t stand by anymore while you let yourself be dragged down by people who don’t appreciate you, Bella. I can’t, and I won’t. I love you, and I know… I know we’ve loved each other for years as friends, but I’ve come to realize that what I feel for you is more than that. There’s no one else that makes me feel like you do. There’s no one that I feel I need in my life more.”