As the other girl spoke, Madison had been trying to imagine her and Trent being adventurous enough to try something like bondage, but at the mention of spanking, her blue eyes went wide.
“Spanking?” she said in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”
But Heather only grinned.
Madison frowned. “Derek...spanks you?”
“Only when I’ve been bad,” the other girl admitted, still smiling. “And I make sure that I’m bad a lot.”
For some reason, Madison felt as if she should look away. It just didn’t seem right to see her best friend get punished. But her curious side made her stay right where she was. She couldn’t help but remember what Heather had said about spanking being a total turn-on.
Easing closer to the door for a better view, Madison stood transfixed as she watched the scene unfold before her.
Madison thought a moment, considering the possibilities. As an architect, Trent made good money, but she could just imagine his reaction if she came home with a certain pair of ridiculously overpriced shoes that she’d had her eye on for months. She’d been waiting for them to go on sale, but even at half-price, they’d still be outrageously expensive, and she told herself that she’d only buy them if none of the other stuff managed to convince Trent to put her over his knee.
With a smile and a promise to keep Heather updated on her mission to earn herself a spanking, Madison hung up the phone and pulled her jeans back on, then spent the rest of the day planning her misdeeds. Just the thought of provoking Trent into spanking her kept her at the peak of arousal all day and she could barely keep her hands out of her panties!
Turning back around to face her handsome husband, she looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Last night, I get so caught up in my book that I forget to make dinner, and then tonight, I burn it,” she said softly. “How positively naughty of me.”
Madison held her breath, waiting for her husband to agree and tell her that what she needed was a good spanking, but to her dismay, Trent’s eyes only clouded in confusion at her words. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just get take-out,” he said, giving her a shrug. “Do you want Thai again or would you rather have something else?”
Madison’s head jerked up in surprise, her blue eyes wide. “Kaelyn, that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed.
Though Kaelyn was secretly overjoyed at the idea that she could be falling in love with Holt, thinking about the little issue of Holt’s apparent desire to spank her made her frown. Which in turn made Madison’s own brow furrow in concern.
“It is wonderful, isn’t it?” the other girl asked.
Kaelyn tried to smile. “Of course,” she said quickly. “Holt’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It’s just that...”
“Just what, Kaelyn?” her friend prompted when her voice had trailed off. “Come on, you can tell me.”
She sighed. “I’m starting to think Holt may be a little...strange,” she admitted.
Madison looked at her in confusion. “Strange in what way?”
Kaelyn hesitated. She should never have brought this up, she thought to herself, even if she could use her friend’s advice. And Madison being the way she was, Kaelyn knew that the dark-haired girl was not going to simply let the matter drop. “Holt seems to be fascinated with my bottom,” she finally said, the words coming out in a rush.
Her friend was silent a moment. “Trent’s fascinated with my bottom, too, so what’s the problem?”
Kaelyn dropped her gaze to stare down into her iced tea. “I think he wants to...spank me,” she said, the last part coming out as a whisper.
She kept her head down as she spoke, not wanting to see the look of revulsion she was sure was going to be on Madison’s face, but she was surprised to hear the other girl laugh.
“Oh, is that all?” Madison asked lightly.
Kaelyn looked at her pretty dark-haired friend in astonishment. “What do you mean, is that all?” she demanded. “Don’t you think that’s weird?”
Madison gave her a shrug. “I think weird is a rather strong word to be using. It might not be for everyone, I suppose, but with the right man, spanking can be a lot of fun.”
“Holt,” she said.
At the sound of his name, Holt turned his head to look at her and she felt her resolve falter a little when those gorgeous blue eyes of his met hers. Determined to finally talk to him about the whole spanking issue, however, she took a deep breath and forced herself to continue.
“I need to ask you something and I want you to answer me honestly.”
Picking up the remote, he lowered the sound on the television before he nodded. “Sure, babe, go ahead.”
Kaelyn hesitated. The words had seemed so much easier when she’d been practicing them in her head, she thought. “I...uhm...”
Flushing, she got to her feet and walked around the coffee table to stand in front of it before turning back around to find Holt leaning forward on the couch, his forearms resting on his thighs.
With a sigh, Kaelyn ran a hand through her long hair, pushing it back from her face. “I’m not sure how to even ask you this because if I’m wrong, I’m going to be really embarrassed, so I’m just going to come right out and say it.”
His brow furrowing, Holt eyed her warily. “Okay, but you’re starting to worry me,” he said slowly. “What’s this about?”
“We’ll see,” was all he said.
Holt was really enjoying this, Kaelyn thought, having an almost irresistible urge to tell him to get that smug look off his handsome face. But she hadn’t brought this up because she wanted to fight with him, she reminded herself. She had to stay in control of her emotions so they could get past this. So, she simply lifted her chin and leveled her gaze at him.
“Let’s get it over with then,” she said stiffly.
To her surprise, her boyfriend chuckled. “Uh-uh,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re so tense right now that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy a spanking even if you wanted to.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “That’s ridiculous! You either like it or you don’t!”
Holt was still smiling as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Spanking is like good sex; it’s best when there’s a little bit of anticipation. So, we’ll do it on Friday,” he said. “We’ll have dinner at my place, and then watch a movie or something first. I want to make sure you’re nice and relaxed.”
Relaxed? Kaelyn thought. Was he kidding? There was no way she was going to be relaxed, especially not when she had to wait all week for him to spank her. She almost told him right then to forget about the whole thing, but one look at Holt’s face told her that he was waiting for her to do just that.
“Fine! We’ll do it Friday, then,” she muttered, giving him a dark look. “I can hardly wait.”
Holt’s mouth quirked. “Me, either,” he said, and the only difference was that he actually meant it.
What the hell was the matter with her? she thought irritably. Ever since she’d watched the movie Madison had given her, not only had thoughts of spanking been constantly intruding on her mind, but now it was getting harder and harder to force them away. And if that weren’t bad enough, she’d even had a dream the night before in which she’d asked Holt to put her over his knee and spank her. She blushed just thinking about it. If she didn’t know better, she would almost think that she was looking forward to getting a spanking. Which was ridiculous, of course. There was absolutely no way she was going to enjoy being spanked.
Kaelyn still couldn’t believe how wet her pussy could get at the mere mention of a spanking. Wow, Holt had turned her into one kinky minx. “Promise?” she teased.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll redden that delectable little ass of yours right now,” he growled, kissing her again. “Come on,” he said, handing her one of the masks that was on the dresser. “We’d better get out of here before I say to hell with the costume party and bend you over the bed instead.”
Laughing, Kaelyn affixed the black mask over her eyes. Holt did the same with his own, and then taking her hand, led her out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator, the spurs he was wearing on his cowboy boots jingling as they went.
Kaelyn hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “That’s the thing,” she said slowly. “It’s for a spanking publication. Well, more of a brochure, really. For a spanking party. Beyond that, Alex does spanking photo-shoots pretty frequently, so like I said, there could be a lot of part-time work for you.”
For a moment, Brooke thought that her friend must be teasing her. A spanking publication? Kaelyn had to be joking. “You’re kidding, right?”
Her expression serious, the other girl shook her head.
Brooke blinked. “Kaelyn, I didn’t quit my job as an editor to go into porn!”
“It’s not porn!” Kaelyn laughed. “Here. I’ll show you what I mean.”
Getting up from the couch, Kaelyn went over to her shoulder bag and took out a handful of glossy brochures. Sitting down beside Brooke, she held them out.
A little dubious, Brooke took one and looked at it. A brochure for some kind of spanking workshop, the cover photo showed a girl getting a bare-bottomed spanking over the knee of a man who was, in a word, totally gorgeous. Brooke’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she reminded herself of the reason she was supposed to be looking at the brochure in the first place.
Then, before she even realized what he was doing, Alex had lifted his hand and brought it down on her panty-covered ass!
Brooke gasped in disbelief, her big brown eyes going wide. Alex wasn’t really going to actually spank her, was he? But as he lifted his hand and smacked her upturned bottom again, she realized he was going to do exactly that!
She shook her head. His availability was not the issue. Regardless of how hot she was for the guy, she had to act professional, no matter how aroused she got when he spanked her. Brooke let out a groan as she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy. Easier said than done, she thought.
Abruptly remembering that she’d made a date with her vibrator earlier, Brooke went into her bedroom, unzipping her skirt as she went. Stepping out of the garment, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and was surprised to see that her bottom still had a hint of color to it. Even more surprising was that there were even several marks that she could have sworn were handprints!
Skirt in hand, Brooke tossed it onto the bed and kicked off her shoes, then shimmied out of her top and underwear before taking her vibrator out of the bedside drawer. Pulling back the covers, she climbed into bed, and settled herself against the pillows.