Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  “In high school you took the AP classes and you were at the top of our class. I always figured that you were gonna go on to some elite college and kick everyone’s ass there too. I figured that you would be a billionaire by the time you were twenty-five.”

  “Well, obviously that didn’t happen,” Maggie chided with a slight smile. She leaned an elbow on the table and rested her cheek on it looking up at Ryan. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course,” Ryan said.

  “Why did we stop hanging out in high school?” Ryan looked at her without answering. A blank look covered his face and Maggie wasn’t sure why. “I guess I just figured it was because of how I gained so much weight that summer and then kept gaining. And you… You started hanging out with the cool jocks and never looked back.”

  “What?” he yelped, almost gaping at her.

  “I said,” she began.

  “I heard what you said,” he interrupted. “I meant ‘what’ as in I can’t believe what you said. Is that really what you’ve been thinking all these years, Maggie?” He slapped both hands down on the table as if flabbergasted. “Really?”

  Startled, she could only shrug.

  “For crying out loud,” he muttered, lifting a hand to rub the side of his face. “You’re the one who stopped coming out to play with me, Mags. Don’t you remember? I called you every day for weeks and you refused to even come to the phone. I thought you were mad at me or something.” He snorted and shook his head.

  “Finally I asked my mom why you wouldn’t play with me anymore. She said girls mature faster than boys and you had probably grown up and didn’t want to mess around in the dirt with a boy.”

  He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He was obviously trying to give her a stern look, but a smile kept creeping into the edges of his expression. “You’re the one who forced me to find new friends. And none of them were as interesting, fun, or crazy as you.”

  Maggie dropped her gaze to her hands in her lap. She had never thought of how he would have seen it or how it would have made him feel. She had been too wrapped up in her own embarrassment, self-consciousness, and then her self-imposed loneliness to realize that he had lost his best friend as well. She had never stopped to think about that before.

  It was then that she thought about all of the other things over the years that she held herself back from because of her weight gain and her loss of confidence. As the tally increased, she began to realize that she had used her weight as an excuse to never have to try anything.

  Her insecurity had become a sort of security, because if she never tried anything, she never had to leave her comfort zone. And if she never left her comfort zone, she would never be disappointed; she would never have to fail.

  “I never thought of it from your point of view,” she eventually told Ryan. “And I never thought about how I’ve been holding myself back. But I have been. When I gained that weight I just sort of gave up, I guess. I got scared of life and hid. But that wasn’t fair to you, and I should have thought about you, my best friend. I ended up abandoning you, and I’m so sorry.”

  “You’re sorry,” he repeated softly.

  When she looked up at him, his curious smile was back. This time, however, she had an idea of what it might mean. He was clearly amused, but there was something more, something warm and compelling that reminded her strongly of how she had felt when he had spanked her.

  “Yes,” Maggie acknowledged, curious about where this was leading.

  “I think that after all this time, it’s going to take more than an apology,” Ryan said, holding her gaze.

  “Okay,” she replied. “What is it gonna take?” There wasn’t much she wouldn’t be willing to do for her best friend. He had to know that. All he had to do was tell her and she would do it.

  He pushed his chair back from the table, still looking levelly at her. “I think you earned yourself a spanking for that, Maggie.”

  She gave him a dismissive laugh and then picked up her fork to eat. When he stared unyieldingly, she looked back up. When he continued to silently stare at her, she glanced around at the packed tables. “Are you serious?”

  “Absolutely,” he answered. “Get your pert, stubborn ass over here, Miss Mags.”

  Hearing him call her Miss Mags sent a delicious shock through her. “Ryan,” she began.

  He interrupted. “Are you looking to have me add on a few swats for dawdling?”

  She opened her mouth to reply, then closed it as she got to her feet. She couldn’t believe he was serious. She also couldn’t believe that she was actually getting up as if she was really going to let him spank her in front of a restaurant full of people. Even young, wild and crazy Mags would never have done anything like that. Would she? Of course not.

  As she stood, she felt adrenaline flood into her system. Staring at him, her thoughts raced back and forth. He couldn’t be serious, could he? But his gaze said he was.

  She wasn’t going to let him do it, was she? She certainly hadn’t stood up just to acquiesce though. No, she’d gotten up to leave. Didn’t she?

  There was no way she was going to let him spank her in front of all these people. That was crazy. But as her heart raced and she became more acutely aware of just how crowded the restaurant was, something inside of her switched. She was suddenly aroused, and it was the thought of all of those people watching her being spanked that did it. Lust washed over her like warm caramel.

  Certainly if she bent over his lap, they would all notice. And even if someone didn’t notice, when the spanking began, how could they not hear?

  The potential scene played out in her mind. Her heart thumped. She could feel the warmth between her legs grow. Her pussy lips engorged as she lost her breath. She felt breathless.

  Maggie stepped over to his chair and looked down at his smile. Young Mags, would not do this; no. But perhaps the Mags who would have grown up with Ryan by her side would have. Not the faceless secretary, but the Mags she could have been if she hadn’t become afraid of life; A woman who would have enjoyed her life not caring what strangers might think.

  Staring down at Ryan, Maggie knew that it wasn’t too late for her to enjoy her life. She could begin with this moment. So getting onto her knees and bending over his lap, she felt a rush of heat that raced through her and coiled between her legs.

  Without looking around, Ryan put his hand on her back. For a moment, he simply held her there. Maggie, waiting with anticipation, thought she had called his bluff when three swats rang out through the restaurant. To her surprise, she let out a low moan.

  It was at that moment that she realized just how close she was to his cock. Lying on his lap she could feel the heat of him. It was driving her wild. And with his hands now gently caressing her ass, she couldn’t care less who was staring. She felt empowered. She felt as bold as brass, as he had said.

  But more than that, she felt reborn. A new life awaited her. In this new life, she would take the world by storm. Never again would she hide away. And never again would she back away from what she wanted.

  “I’m starving,” Ryan said in a low rough voice that reminded her of when he growled. It made her quiver in her loins. She moaned before she again spoke.

  “Then I’ll get out of your way so you can eat,” Maggie replied, although the last thing she wanted to do was get off at his lap.

  “Don’t you dare,” Ryan told her, growling, making her whole body tremble in anticipation. His hand slowly moved between her thighs. “What I want isn’t on the menu.”

  She closed her eyes and chuckled as her body tingled more than it ever had before. “Well, I’ll just stay right here, then.”

  He let out a breath, and she shivered as it washed heat across the side of her neck. “I wish…” Ryan paused. “Oh Mag, we better get back to the office before we end up giving these people a floor-show.”

  Maggie opened her eyes and looked up at him. He had closed his eyes and was biting his lower lip. S
he got up. “Okay. You’re the boss.”

  With Ryan leaving cash, both left the restaurant. Maggie was sure not to make eye contact with anyone as she exited, but she could feel the stare of everyone she passed. It took everything inside of her not to burst out laughing.

  Ryan was right. A moment more and they would have given everyone a floorshow. Maggie wanted him now, and the only thing that could stop her from having him would be the confines of work.

  For Maggie, the rest of the afternoon passed in a vague haze. From the moment of her spanking at the restaurant, it seemed she had been hovering on the very edge of an orgasm. It was hard for her to concentrate on her work, but fortunately no one noticed.

  When six o’clock finally came, she was relieved beyond words and gathered her things to quickly head home. As she got up from her desk, she was startled to see Ryan standing nearby. He didn’t say anything; he just met her gaze briefly and turned toward the elevator.

  Maggie followed after him without a word. The others around them chattered, but they kept their silence, only now and then glancing at each other as they rode down to the ground floor. And walking out to the parking lot, words were unnecessary to get Maggie to follow his car to his condo.

  The two remained silent as they approached Ryan’s door. Entering, Maggie barely had time to notice the living room as she followed him to the bedroom. Her heart raced. He sat on the edge of the bed and spoke.

  “I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I didn’t get much work done this afternoon.”

  “I didn’t either,” she admitted with a smile.

  “You didn’t? Then I can think of only one appropriate punishment,” Ryan continued, gesturing at her. “Pull your pants down and come here for your spanking.”

  Maggie obeyed and seductively unbuttoned her pants letting them fall down her legs. She stepped out of them and moved in front of him. The rush she felt made her feel drunk. As he lifted his hands, she bent across his lap.

  Ryan caressed her bare ass like he had been dreaming about it his entire life. It felt like there were sparks crackling between their touch. And now lost in her real life fantasy, she was ready to let go of everything that had once held her back.

  When his hand moved to her waist, his caress slowed. His fingers lingered exploring the edges of her lace panties. She closed her eyes and reveled in his touch. The years that could-have-been no longer mattered. And the workday that had been so distracted and full of sweet frustration, faded away. All that existed now was his warm, tight skin against hers.

  When he drew his hand off of her, she didn’t move. Waiting with anticipation for it to return, she wondered if it would. And just as she opened her eyes and was about to speak, the palm of his hand met the sensitive flesh of her ass. It made her pussy lips pulse. She let out a gasp.

  Even before his hand pulled away again, her whole body bathed in heat. The growing folds between her legs throbbed and her breath quickened. She moaned softly. She couldn’t help it. She wanted him so badly.

  “Naughty girl,” Ryan said, spanking her again a little harder. “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she groaned softly barely able to speak.

  Maggie let her head fall. The way his hand stroked down the curve of her ass and the way his fingertips caressed her leg, let her know how much he was enjoying her body. Her pussy lips were now swollen, and a steady quiver had begun deep inside her.

  “Is that why you’re so bad?” he asked, spanking her again. She moaned loudly as the throbbing intensified and a surge of wetness soaked her panties. “Were you bad because you wanted to be spanked?”

  “Maybe,” she gasped as her hands tightening on his muscular leg.

  “Maybe?” he repeated, stroking his hand up her thigh then into the wetness between her legs. His touch became firmer, harder, and she groaned again. He pushed his finger through her warm lips to find her lace-covered clit. “Maybe, Maggie?”

  “Maybe I was just waiting for you to do it,” she murmured, lifting her head enough to look up at him.

  Ryan took his other hand from her back and touched her cheek. He slipped it down under her chin and lifted her face to meet his lowering lips.

  Maggie obeyed Ryan’s touch and shifted to straddle his lap. Knowing that she would not have to wait a moment longer, she looked deep into Ryan’s hazel eyes and slowly moved her lips to his. They kissed.

  The feeling of his tongue sliding on top of hers made her heart hurt. She had waited so long for this moment. His lips were so firm, yet his tongue was so soft. His movements were skilled. His tongue swirled around hers. And drawing her into him, her mind let go.

  With her eyes still closed, she felt his hand on her chest. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time. Each touch of his hand on her breast, made her body twitch.

  When her blouse was tossed back onto the bed, he kissed her neck. While he unlatched her bra, she pulled his shirt off of him. Staring at him, he was every bit as gorgeous as the rippling teenage of their young. Her breath hitched at the sight.

  At once, his taught body tensed. Lifting her as if she were nothing, he tossed her onto the bed. Rolling on top of her, he pulled off her bra immediately taking the soft flesh of her breast in his large hands.

  Maggie gave him a mischievous smile as he fondled her ample bosom. She reached for his belt. After a moment, he leaned back to give her enough room to get his pants open. He groaned softly as she reached into his pants and pulled his erection free.

  With her lust flooding her mind, Maggie couldn’t believe that at last, she had Ryan’s cock in her hand. For so long she had wondered what lay beneath his swim trunks. The surprisingly large bulge that had always rose up out of the pool, was at times all she could think about. And watching the slow dissent as drips of water traced the masculine curves of his rippled stomach, she wondered what it must be like to so easily transcend the waist of his Speedo’s and become lost within the hairs of his manhood.

  With her hands around Ryan’s surprisingly thick cock, Maggie couldn’t be happier. His hands tightened on her breasts as she slowly stroked his stiff tool with both hands.

  ‘I am holding Ryan’s cock,’ she told herself barely able to believe it. ‘It’s so hard!’ she recognized before your pussy twitched is lust.

  Ryan slid his hands down to her waist. “I don’t know about you,” he whispered in his husky voice, “but I’m tired of waiting.”

  Ryan threw himself forward kissing her again. Maggie delighted in the feeling of his skin against hers and his cock throbbed between them.

  “Me too,” she whispered against his mouth.

  His fingers hooked into the top of her panties pulling them down. She raised her hips sliding them down her legs. She kicked them free as he threw his pants to the floor.

  Ryan reached up and touched her face with both hands. “I can’t tell you how much I missed you,” he said, looking at her with such openness it made her heart ache.

  “You don’t have to,” she said softly. “I missed you just as much.”

  As she lowered her wet, pulsing pussy onto his throbbing cock, Maggie moaned. She couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. His hands tightened almost painfully on her hips in reply. He pushed up into her as deep as he could, and she gasped bending forward to kiss his neck.

  His hands tightened on her hips as Ryan thrust, and Maggie rocked back to meet him.

  “Ahhh!” she gasped.

  She gripped his shoulders just as tight, as she felt her orgasm nearing. She kissed his neck heatedly. He groaned and she felt his cock throb even harder. Her toes curling, a quivering pulse spurt up her legs into her loins. Her pussy clenched around his cock. Throwing her head from side to side, she moaned his name.

  “Oh, Mags,” he gasped in reply, sliding his hands up her back.

  When Ryan’s body went stiff, both grabbed each other. Neither could hold out any longer and both exploded in ecstasy.

  “Ahhh!” she screamed clutc
hing onto the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

  Gripping him tightly, Maggie’s head fell back onto the bed. She was exhausted and a blissful contentment filled every fiber of her being. Ryan’s head fell onto her neck, and feeling her best friend’s exquisite body in her arms, she could lay there forever. Her heart ached with joy.

  After a few minutes, when their breathing had again slowed, Ryan lazily stroked her hairy. Whispering in Maggie’s ear, he said, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

  She lifted her head to look at him. “Really?”

  “Really,” Ryan assured her. “I’d see you at the swim meets and there was barely anything I could do to stop myself from having an erection. The thought of you watching me with only my Speedos on was almost too much for me to take. Afterwards I would wish that I had even a half of your courage so that I could ask you out.”

  Maggie could barely believe what he was saying. “I wish you had,” she finally said stroking his rounded chest. “Things could have been so different.”

  He gave her rump a swat, and they both chuckled. “Things are what they are,” he said.

  “True,” she said, kissing his chin. “And what they are is good.”

  “True,” he agreed.

  “I’m gonna put in an offer on the book shop tomorrow,” she told him.

  “I’m proud of you,” Ryan said, hugging her. “I’ll help out all I can, Mags.”

  They cuddled close and Maggie thought about how quickly things had changed. All it had taken was Ryan reminding her of who she used to be. The bold girl had never left her. Maggie had just forgotten about her for while. But she was back. And now that she was, the two would never part again.

  Still lost in their afterglow, Maggie looked at Ryan. It was as if through all of their years apart, he had kept her adventurous spirit safe for her. And waiting for when she needed it most, he brought it.

  “Thank you,” she said, kissing his cheek.

  Staring back into her peaceful eyes, he seemed to understand what she meant. He knew that it was just for his offer to help.