Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  “Mrs. Zachary’s wind chimes,” Ryan stated, leaning his cheek on his fist as he grinned at her.

  “Oh, no,” Maggie giggled. “You can’t blame that on me.”

  “I certainly can,” he averred. “I never would have touched them if you hadn’t put the thought in my head.”

  She laughed. “You complained constantly about them waking you up. All I said was somebody should do something about it. You were the one who decided to take the wind chime apart and tie it to the bottom of her car.”

  Ryan laughed too, then finished his ale and shook his head ruefully. “You were always the bold one, Mags. I had to do what I could to keep up.” He leaned back as the empty bottles were deftly exchanged with full ones. “I think every time I got into trouble, you weren’t more than a few steps away from the reason.”

  Maggie giggled. “I guess that’s true,” she agreed. “There were just so many exciting things waiting to be done. How could we not do them all?”

  Ryan lifted his ale in toast. “To pushing the envelope,” he said.

  She raised her bottle and they touched the necks lightly together. After they sipped, he set his bottle down and gave her another smile. “Every exciting thing that needed to be done seemed to end up with us getting a spanking when our parents found out, didn’t it?”

  She chuckled ruefully. “You’re probably right. I bet we were the only kids in the eighth grade still getting spanked.” She shook her head and took a drink before setting her bottle down.

  “My dad used to ask what was wrong with me that I still needed paddling almost every day,” Ryan said. “But at least I never did the same thing more than once.”

  “That’s true,” she said. “We always came up with some new way to get in trouble.”

  They laughed, and Ryan reached over to poke her shoulder. “You mean you did. It’s like you were trying to outdo yourself every time. I was just your sidekick.”

  She shook her head and lifted her bottle to hide behind it. “That’s not how it was. You weren’t my sidekick.”

  “Well, it felt like it sometimes,” he said, leaning his cheek on his fist and giving her an amused look. “You’d have some crazy idea and I was just along for the ride. It was always worth it though, even with the punishments.” He watched her take a drink. His gaze was somewhere between the present and the past. “It was almost like you enjoyed getting spanked.”

  Maggie dropped her gaze a moment as the spark of memory flashed through her. There had been something about being spanked, she remembered. When she looked back up at Ryan, he was still looking at her, but seemed to be half-lost in memory.

  After a few minutes of companionable silence, he blinked and reached for his ale. “I don’t know how else to ask this,” Ryan said lowering his gaze, “so I’ll just say it. What happened to you, Maggie? You were going to go out and conquer the world. Nothing ever scared you. Nobody could ever stand in your way.” He finished off what was in the bottle and set it down, glancing at her only briefly. “I thought you were the coolest kid ever. And now…”

  She sighed softly. “Now I’m a faceless secretary at a huge corporation,” she finished for him.

  Maggie shrugged and turned her bottle in her hands. His question had opened up a mental closet that she had kept closed for a long time. “I guess somewhere along the way… I don’t know, I suppose somehow I lost the best part of myself. That part of me that never got scared or let anyone stand in my way.”

  She finished her ale as the owner brought another round to the table. She glanced around the pub and realized that she and Ryan were now the only patrons there. And after leaving the fresh drinks, the owner retreated to the back, giving them privacy. Maggie took a look at her watch and knew that the front door had probably been locked for the night as well.

  “It’s like you lost your spirit,” Ryan suggested after a sip of ale.

  “Yeah,” she agreed. She leaned her chin on her hand. “I don’t know how that happened or how to get it back. Mostly, you know, I just go to work and go home. It doesn’t matter.”

  He raised his eyebrows, then frowned. “Maggie. Of course it matters.”

  She lifted her head to wave her hand. “I’ve been doing all right, you know…”

  Ryan just stared at her for a moment. “All right,” he echoed. “Have you been happy?”

  Maggie tried a smile and could tell by Ryan’s expression that it wasn’t very convincing. “Is anyone happy nowadays?”

  He snorted softly, which made her giggle. “I’ve been happy,” he replied. “And I’m certainly happy to see you again. So, yeah, people are happy, Mags.”

  “Okay,” she said, taking a drink. “I’m happy you’ve been happy.”

  He snorted again. “Troublemaker.” Ryan took a long drink of ale. “Maybe a little spanking therapy is what you need.”

  Startled by the suggestion, Maggie giggled again. “Maybe it is,” she replied breezily. She was starting to feel a bit like the Maggie from long ago. Maybe it was all of the ale that she’d drunk. Or maybe it was just being around Ryan again. “You think you’re man enough to be the one to do it, though?”

  “Oh, I think I am. Someone has to,” he said, holding her gaze levelly. “Maybe I wasn’t bold enough to come up with trouble on my own back then, but I can come up with a little trouble now.”

  “Yeah?” she replied, feeling her heart speed up and a tight, warmth inside her stomach.

  “What about it?” he responded, setting his bottle down. His devilish smile was back. “I’d be happy to prove it if you don’t believe me.”

  Maggie struggled to hold his gaze. The more she drank, the less she could ignore how sexy he had become. “You’re still as full of talk as you were when we were kids. You say you’ll do something but then never do.”

  “Yeah?” Ryan challenged, pushing his chair back from the table. His smile had become a clear smirk. “Come over here and say that.”

  Maggie pushed her chair back as well and stood. After a moment she put her hand on the table to steady herself. “You always punked out,” she taunted. “And you’ll punk out this time too.”

  Ryan chuckled. He shook his head at her, and then gestured toward his lap. “If you’re so sure I’m not gonna do it, why don’t you come on over here.”

  “I will,” she replied.

  It took her a moment to move. Her heart was racing and her knees were wobbling from the alcohol and the sexual excitement. She stared down at him sizing him up. She didn’t think that he would do it. It was a silly idea. She was a grown woman. And the Ryan who she had watched growing up, would never do such a thing.

  However, the way he was looking at her, and something about the thought of him spanking her, was definitely arousing. The thought was actually taking her breath away. And feeling her loins tingle for the first time in years, she had to have more.

  Maggie stepped in front of his chair, putting a hand on the table to steady herself. Her heart was pounding, and a part of her was wondering just how drunk she had to be to act so ridiculously. But it was a small part. A larger part was feeling more alive than she had felt in years. It was like the young, mischievous Maggie was waking up after a long sleep.

  “Here I am,” she said, looking him right in the eye.

  “Mm-hm.” Ryan moaned smiling up at her. “You like it standing up?”

  Maggie giggled, unable to hold his gaze. “Standing, bending,” she said, still giggling. She bent forward carefully, since the giggling and alcohol made her off balance. “It doesn’t matter since you won’t do it anyway.”

  Maggie never took her eyes off of him as she got onto her knees beside him. Almost daring him as she leaned forward, she wiggled her rump taunting him. His reply came with a sharp swat across her round ass.

  Maggie gasped. She was stunned. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl and it took a moment to process. The spank had left her feeling warm, but not just on her rump. She felt a tumbling feeling deep inside an
d the skin on her neck crawled as if covered with ants. She had forgotten how good it felt.

  Maggie looked up at Ryan with her mouth hanging open. He was staring back with a smile on his face. His full-bellied laugh tickled her arm as his stomach protruded. And a smile slowly crept across her face as she watched him chuckle.

  “I guess you were wrong,” he said, smug and amused.

  She wasn’t able to reply beyond a vague smile. The spank hadn’t been hard, but where he’d struck was still tingling. It seemed to have ignited a low fire that was spreading through her whole body. Her head, already buzzing from the alcohol, now bloomed with a new intoxication, and her loins throbbed unexpectedly.

  “I bet you won’t do it again,” she managed after a moment.

  “Yeah?” he replied. He pulled his arm back as she shifted both hands to his thigh for support. The second spank wasn’t as hard as the first and she laughed masking her disappointment.

  “Wimp,” Maggie taunted, flipping her head unimpressed.

  Ryan growled playfully and put his other hand on her back. The next swat was much firmer and she bit her lip, swallowing the low moan that wanted to slip out. The fire had flared higher, burning hotter, and had spread throughout every inch of her body.

  Her pussy was throbbing in rhythm with her pounding heart. She let her head dip forward and closed her eyes. Savoring the moment, she remembered the bold girl who she had once been. And following quickly after that, she remembered the girl who watched her former best friend from afar.

  She remembered how she felt watching him climb out of the pool. She remembered how bittersweet it was seeing him smile as the coach spoke to him. She remembered fantasizing about his strong, muscular arms wrapped around her. And she remembered watching the soft movements of his lips imagining what they would feel like pressed against hers.

  Suddenly Maggie realized that while she was reminiscing, Ryan had stopped spanking her. She was still bent over his lap and his hand was still on her ass, but his touch had become a slow caress.

  Maggie kneeled up so quickly that she became a little dizzy. Staring at each other, both were silent. And when the pub owner reentered the bar, she collected herself and quickly stood up.

  “It’s gotten pretty late,” she said. “I guess I should pay the tab and we should call it a night.”

  “I’ll cover it,” Ryan said, standing as well. “You bought me a present, it’s the least I can do.”

  “Um… okay.” Maggie straightened her top and was unable to meet his gaze. She couldn’t see that he couldn’t look at her either. “Guess I’ll see you around the office, then,” she concluded quickly moving toward the door.

  “Will you be okay getting home?”

  “Yeah. I’m not far.”

  That was true. Her apartment building was only on the next block. She called a good-night to the owner and let herself out as Ryan paid for their drinks. It was later than she was usually out, but she got home without trouble.

  Once home, Maggie went directly to her bedroom, unable to get her clothes off fast enough. By the time she had reached the bed, she was naked. The arousal that had been kindled by her spanking had not diminished.

  Maggie lay on her back across the bed and closed her eyes. At first her thoughts were of high school, but quickly they moved to the present.

  Ryan hadn’t seemed to have changed at all. He was still gorgeous, fit, smart and funny. But better than that, he still looked at her like she was his best friend.

  She thought about how he had discovered her in his office. Maggie had been bent over his desk. She also thought about those improbable movies where the boss and secretary had sex in the boss’s office.

  Maggie moaned softly as she slid her hands between her legs. Pushing her fingers through the moistening folds between her legs, she imagined how much different it could have been if she had been wearing a skirt. She imagined Ryan coming up behind her with his thick cock bulging across his pants, and him grabbing her waist as he rubbed the shaft of his cock between her soft ass cheeks.

  She imagined that he would have chastised her for snooping and then dished out his punishment by pushing his thick flesh past her lacy underwear. Pulling her panties down, she would have groaned loudly as a surge of wetness trickled out of her pussy. And he would’ve spanked her hard from being such a naughty girl.

  Harder and harder he would spank her making her moan. Maggie rubbed her clit thinking about it. And the harder she imagined him spanking her bare ass, the faster she rubbed.

  “Naughty Miss Mags,” he would scold her. “Snooping in my private things. You need a lesson, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” she moaned aloud, answering her fantasy as her body built toward climax. She rubbed harder, groaning. She then thought about her real-life encounter in the bar and how he had growled after she had called him a wimp. The moment was even more arousing in her fantasy. Thinking about it, it got harder for Maggie to breathe.

  ‘What if we were really together?’ she thought slipping a couple of fingers into her slippery pussy.

  Maggie found her clit with her thumb. Massaging her nub, she thought about how it felt to have Ryan’s hands on her. As she did, the familiar strain built inside of her. Quivering began in her legs and quickly crawled up to her loins. And with her toes gripping into a ball, a force poured through her bringing with it the most powerful orgasm that she had ever had. Her whole body shook as she cried out in pleasure.

  As her curled body fell back onto the bed trembling and gasping, it felt like something had been shaken loose within her. Long ago, that bold girl who was going to take the world by storm, was going to own her own business. Maggie had forgotten about that. She lay staring at the ceiling reminiscing.

  It all played out like on a movie screen in her mind. All of her childhood dreams were flooding back to her. All of the plans and ideas that she had given up so long ago were suddenly back. The type of business she was going to run had changed a few times before she had given up entirely on the whole thing. But now, as she stared at the ceiling and her heart again slowed, she knew what she wanted to do.

  Mr. Montgomery was ready to retire, and it would break her heart if the store went to someone who would shut it down or sell it to a soulless chain. No one loved the place like she did, and that’s why she had to be the one to buy it. Nothing else made sense.

  Maggie grabbed a corner of the blanket and then rolled over. Wrapped in her wildly exciting thoughts, she slipped toward sleep. But even as she dozed off, she smiled.

  Maggie didn’t see Ryan for the next few days at work. The enthusiasm and invincibility which had come with their encounter, had remained with her the first day. As the days progressed, it faded. The bold woman, who would again take the world by storm, was slipping away and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  Just when it seemed like the new woman would be lost forever, Maggie glanced up as someone approached her desk. Her heart fluttered when she saw who it was.

  “I know it’s short notice,” Ryan said hesitantly, “but are you busy for lunch today?”

  “I’m not busy,” she replied, watching as Ryan’s face lit up.

  Ryan’s response did something to her. It was as if her desire to take on the world was back. Suddenly she again felt that anything was possible.

  “What did you have in mind?” she asked with a smile.

  “Uh, nothing fancy,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and giving her a shy grin. “I just, you know, wanted a chance to talk. Meet you downstairs in an hour?”

  “You got it!” she agreed.

  The next hour seemed to crawl by. At exactly an hour, she grabbed her purse and hurried down to the lobby. Ryan was already there waiting. Maggie felt her heart flutter at the sight of him. She couldn’t help but smile.

  The two walked to a nearby restaurant. It was getting busy, but they were able to get a table on the back patio. After getting their drinks, Ryan cleared his throat and gave Maggie a timid l
ook.

  “Ahhh, Maggie, I wanted to apologize,” he began. “I took things too far the other night. I wanted to let you know that I’m sorry, and that it won’t happen again.”

  Maggie leaned back in her chair. For a moment she wasn’t sure how to respond. It was with a flash that she knew. The faceless secretary would have thanked him for his apology and forgiven him. But the bold woman, the woman she wanted to become, had a different answer.

  Mags tossed her head and then softly laughed him. “You and your guilty conscience,” she mocked, lifting her glass of iced tea as if to toast him. “You haven’t changed a bit, Ryan. You’re still a wimp.”

  It was then Ryan’s turn to lean back unsure of how to respond. He laughed. “And you’re still bold as brass,” he said.

  Maggie stared back at her old friend watching his features transform as he chuckled. It was then that she realized that she didn’t want to lie to him. She wanted him to like her for who she was.

  “No,” she suddenly admitted, putting down her glass. “Not really. It’s just that you remind me of what I used to be. Like how I used to think that I could run my own business. Being with you even got me thinking that I could buy a rare books store. The owner wants to retire, and I’d love to take over. But…” She trailed off becoming lost in thought.

  Ryan sat forward, clearly becoming entangled in his old friend’s newest adventure. “That would be perfect for you. You should do it, absolutely!” he said more excited than she could have imagined. “This secretary thing is wasting your talents in every way, Maggie!”

  She dropped her gaze as the waitress brought their lunches. His words echoed in her mind igniting a flare of panic. Leave the security of her job? Sink all of her money into the book shop? It was crazy. She could never do it. What if she failed? Then what?

  “Maggie,” he said gently when the waitress left. “Nobody knows more about books than you, or loves literature more. I don’t know what store you’re talking about, but unless it’s currently on fire, I don’t see how it could possibly be a bad idea.”

  Ryan looked at her earnestly, but she wouldn’t look up. Watching her poke at her food, he continued to talk.