rries,’ he whispered, and he didn’t resist me when I kissed him.
When I tried to put my hands where they weren’t allowed to go, though, he broke the kiss and sat back, shaking his head and laughing.
‘Stop trying to tempt me,’ he said. ‘You’re going to have to wait. Now get to that computer and write up your account.’
I pouted. ‘You aren’t really going to let some stupid old book tell you what to do, are you?’
‘It’s a guide, love. It doesn’t tell me what to do. It makes suggestions. I choose to follow some and not others. Now, go.’
He pushed me to my feet and smacked my bottom. I winced and pulled up my shorts, retiring with what little dignity I had left to the living room and the computer desk.
I sat on a cushion to write my account, then saved it and went to get breakfast.
He left before I’d finished, giving me a rough kiss and a bit of a grab before heading out of the door.
Well, you can be sure that I didn’t skip lunch. But I had more trouble with what he’d said about ‘no touching’. I was OK most of the time, kept busy rehearsing a dance routine with some of the girls, but when they went home and I was left in my office finishing up reports, the remaining tenderness in my behind made me think of what Dan had done to me. And when I thought of what Dan had done to me, I also thought of what he hadn’t done to me. And when I thought of that … well … I was alone in the building now … no appointments for an hour …
But he said no touching!
No, I was going to do this. I was going to do it properly, no cheating.
But I spent that hour squirming on my uncomfortable chair, strongly aware of the heat at my crotch and a terrible itch inside.
Dan didn’t come off his shift until ten that night either. Typical.
I decided to wait for him in bed, naked. While I was there, I got hold of the dreaded book and had a flick through some of the chapters I had neglected.
Dan really had done things ‘by the book’. As well as corner time, it laid out a range of non-spanking (and therefore unsexy) options to add to the punishment. None of them sounded very appealing. A note in the back advertised a further manual of ‘Advanced Techniques’ with some scary-looking chapter headings. Enhanced Corner Time. Using the Cane. Sexual Discipline. What the hell could sexual discipline be?
I was pondering this when I heard keys in the front door.
I tossed the book back on to his bedside table and tried to arrange myself into as alluring a pose as I could.
I heard him call my name.
‘In here.’
He was smiling broadly when he appeared in the doorway.
‘Ah, I see.’
He came in and started to undress.
‘Thank God for that,’ he said. ‘I thought for a moment I’d gone too far this morning and you’d walked out on me. I had nightmares about you citing what we did in the divorce petition.’
‘That would hardly be fair,’ I said, enjoying the striptease. ‘Since it was my idea.’
‘I know. But it’s so unusual in this day and age. People would be shocked.’
‘Yeah. Probably more than if it was me spanking you. They’d probably think that was fine.’
‘But I wouldn’t.’
‘It doesn’t appeal to you then?’
‘No. Because I haven’t got a cute, round arse that turns bright red really quickly.’
He was undressed now and he reached out for me, so that I giggled and hid under the covers.