His Firm Hand (7 page)

Michele pushed the remains of her omelet around on her plate. “For the last year or so, we had neglected our domestic discipline arrangement. Recently, it was Paul’s suggestion that we should not only revive our lifestyle, but add another. So we agreed that during the week Paul will take on the role of my daddy and I’ll play the part of his teenage daughter.” Michele calmly sipped her coffee, waiting for Denise’s reaction.

Denise opened her mouth to respond, but then closed it for a moment to think. “Well, that explains the interesting getup the last time we met. Okay, that’s a little weird, but not a big deal. Michele, you can’t know how much I appreciate that you and Paul are willing to allow me to be part of your lives. And if you’ve agreed that this
arrangement
is in the best interest of your marriage, then who am I to judge?” Denise finished her comment with the wave of a hand. “Hey, if I can lie awake through a night of loud sex then I can do anything.”

Relieved, Michele excitedly shared the details of their shopping spree experience earlier in the week and how much fun it had been. “It’s like I’ve gone back in time, only without all the drama associated with actually being that age.” Michele paused and thought carefully before speaking. “I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but I’m really enjoying our new life. Paul has never been more attentive.” Suddenly, she nervously peered down at her watch. “Hey, we need to get going.”

“We’re going somewhere?” Denise looked puzzled.

“Paul ran out this morning and rented a U-Haul. He’s waiting at home for us so we can go pick up your things from Roy’s.” Michele gave the waitress a twenty-dollar bill and told her to keep the change. Grabbing Denise’s hand, she pulled her toward the restaurant’s front door.

* * *

The three of them arrived at Roy’s apartment an hour later, and they were all relieved to see that he wasn’t there. “Well, one awkward situation avoided,” Denise observed. “I don’t have a lot of things, just mostly clothes and my bike. All the furnishings are Roy’s.”

“You said his place is on the third floor. Is there an elevator?” Paul asked.

“Sorry, these were refurbished dorms. I guess in the olden days they just assumed the students needed the exercise. So we’re going to have to hoof it.”

Paul let out an audible sigh. “Maybe I should have played golf with Kurls.”

“Come on, let’s get this done before Roy comes home. We don’t want to have to deal with him,” Michele chirped.

“Except he probably would have helped us,” Paul lamented.

“Yeah, he would have
helped
to toss all of my stuff out the window!” Denise retorted.

Two hours later, Paul shut the door to the U-Haul and hopped in behind the wheel. “I thought you only had a few things. My God, how could one person have so many clothes?”

“It’s probably the main reason I’m broke, I can’t seem to pass up a good sale.” Denise shrugged as her face reddened.

* * *

“Okay, let’s get you settled into the guest room. It’s in the process of being remodeled, so I hope you don’t mind.”

Michele threw him a confused look.

Balancing a box on his knee, Paul opened the spare room door and flicked on the light switch. Denise and Michele walked in behind him.

“Whoa, Paul what did you do?” Michele asked with perplexed look on her face.

“I started some minor renovations to accommodate our age-play during the week. Do you recognize any of these things?” he asked, setting the large box on the floor.

“It looks like my room from mom and dad’s house. How did you…?”

“I found an old photograph of your room and went out to buy some of the posters that you used to decorate the walls with. You must’ve really been into boy bands. The Backstreet Boys and Hanson—”

“Paul, you should have seen Michele dance around the room and karaoke their songs. It was hilarious.”

“I thought we’d do some shopping, so you could pick out more contemporary things. Denise can help out, of course,” he added.

“You actually want to bring Michele into this century? Good luck with that.”

“Denise, I hope you don’t mind the retro décor.” Paul crossed his arms and lifted an eyebrow.

“There’s nothing like reliving one’s youth. Paul, you’ll get no complaints from me. I’m just happy to have a roof over my head and am grateful that you’re allowing me to stay here for the time being. Besides who knows, maybe a jump back into the past will give me an emotional boost. I loved my defiant years as a teenager.”

Paul’s eyes darted toward Michele. She responded with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Okay, ladies, let’s get this move completed and Denise settled in. I have to return the van by five, or I’ll get charged for an extra day.”

“And in the meantime, Denise and I will prepare dinner, right, little sister?”

“I’ll do anything to help, but just so you know—I’m used to takeout.”

“Well, tonight we’ll prepare my hardworking husband’s dinner from scratch.” Michele grabbed hold of Paul’s arm and stood by his side.

“Will noise cancelation headphones come with the room?” Denise asked with a snide smile.

“For the sex or the spankings?” Paul deadpanned.

“I guess I deserved that response.” Denise’s eyes squinted as her face radiated with heat.

“Sorry, kiddo. I couldn’t resist. Can you two behave yourselves while I return the van?”

“How much trouble can we get into preparing dinner?” Michele innocently asked.

“We’ll try not to burn the house down,” Denise offered with a grin.

“Now I understand what your parents were up against raising you two.” Paul chuckled as he left the room.

Denise poked her head into the hall, making sure he was gone. “Okay, the coast is clear. I’m dying for a cigarette. Want to join me?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“I thought you quit.” Michele’s bright blue eyes glared at her sister.

“I did, but this situation with Roy was so stressful that I bought a pack.” She waved the box of cigarettes in the air and started to take one out.

“Are you insane? You can’t smoke in here!”

“Come on, I used to do it all the time at home. I’ll just blow the smoke out the window.”

“I’m telling you, Paul has the nose of a bloodhound. And he won’t punish
you
.”

“Okay, I get it. He’ll spank you for being the accomplice.” She paused to look up at the ceiling.

“There’s nothing to think about, Denise.”

“Why don’t we save these cigarettes for next week? It will be like an old teenage rebellion.”

“I never rebelled that way.”

“Only because you were afraid daddy would be mad at you.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Paul hates cigarettes and can’t stand the smell of smoke.”

“Are you afraid of your husband?” Denise asked, angling her head toward Michele.

“No, of course not.”

“One rebellious teenager coming up,” she said, putting the pack of cigarettes back into her purse. “We have a date after school on Monday.”

* * *

“Dinner was delicious, and to show my gratitude, I’ll take charge of the dishes,” Paul announced with a smile.

As if on cue, a cell phone chimed from the kitchen counter. “Sorry, I should have silenced that,” Denise said as she rushed over to see who was calling.

“No worries, go ahead and answer it. I’ll help Paul with the dishes.” Michele nodded at her husband as she began clearing the table.

“Hi. I’m fine. How are you doing?” Denise turned and quickly made an exit out of the kitchen.

“Hmm. I’ll bet the word is already out that she’s available. Maybe she’ll have a date tonight.” Michele gazed at Paul with twinkling eyes. “After all, it is Saturday night.”

“Yes it is, and I wouldn’t mind being alone with my best girl.”

“Oh, my God! You guys won’t believe who that was! In a million years you wouldn’t be able to guess!” Denise’s short sentences spilled out of her mouth in a hurry as she ran back into the kitchen to tell her exciting news.

Paul threw a dish towel over his shoulder. “Please don’t make us guess, Denise. I don’t have that much time on this earth left.” He chuckled and stretched his hands out. “Just give us the bottom line. Do you have a date tonight?”

“Yes, I do!” She ran over and hugged Michele. “Oh, my God, I feel like a teenager again. Do you remember Glen who was the buyer at Macy’s when I worked there part time? He’s going to a party tonight with some of the people I used to work with and wanted to know if I’d be interested in joining them.”

“I’ll help you find something to wear. Sorry, you’re on your own with the dishes, Paul.”

“It will be my pleasure,” he responded with a wink.

By the time Michele and Denise returned from the bedroom, the kitchen was immaculate and Paul was sitting in his black leather chair reading a book on an e-reader.

“Denise, you look lovely. Shall I assume the young gentleman is picking you up?”

She looked at her watch. “I gave him your address, and he should be here any minute—” She stopped midsentence and peered over at Michele, who had joined her husband on the large chair. “You’re not thinking about giving him the third degree, are you? I mean, you do realize this high-school stuff isn’t real, right?”

Michele laughed. “I think that fantasy is reserved for me. Besides, it is the weekend. Remember, our age-play is only in effect during the middle of the week.” Paul nodded in agreement and pulled Michele into his lap.

Denise looked out the window. “Okay, he’s here. See you guys!” She quickly grabbed her jacket and ran out the front door.

“She obviously doesn’t believe that our age-play activities are limited to the middle of the week,” Michele giggled.

“Well, I was thinking about some other activities.” Paul waggled his eyebrows. “Why don’t you hop in the shower, and I’ll get our room ready for
adult night.
”

* * *

The headboard supported Paul’s back as he appeared completely relaxed on the bed waiting for her. Feeling tentative, she walked into the room wearing only a white fluffy towel.

“Turn around and drop it,” he instructed in a low, soft tone. “You know how I love to gaze at your warm pink bottom right after a hot shower.”

Michele closed her eyes and pivoted, releasing the towel from her tight grasp. Crawling toward her, he reached out and pulled her full, lush buttocks closer, his palm caressing and squeezing the steamy flesh in his hand.

“I thought we’d try something new tonight, baby. Are you interested?” He slid off the bed and turned Michele around, lowering his soft lips onto hers. Kissing her deeply, he reached to stroke her moist labia, the tips of his fingers skillfully teasing her hardening clit.

She blinked and swallowed hard. “S-something new? Sure, what do you have in mind?”

After a playful wink, he bent his wife at the waist over the side of the bed until her face was low to the mattress and her bottom raised high in the air. Instantly, she noticed a large tube of gel on the bed and a container of wet wipes.

“I wouldn’t call this a new position,” she responded in a muffled tone.

The palms of his hands pulled her luscious, soft moons apart, and stretched her cleft farther than he had ever done before. “Now don’t you move, my sassy sweet girl. Do you think you can follow that direction?” But before she could answer, he was on his knees and touched the silky, smooth rim of her anus with the tip of his tongue, causing her body to involuntarily snap upright.

“Oh, my God, don’t do that.”

“Did I tell you not to move, Michele?” he scolded in a quiet voice.

“You shouldn’t be in there. It’s not right.”

“Give it a chance, and when I’m done, you can decide how you feel about it. Fair?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now relax and try to keep still.”

Michele lowered herself and closed her eyes as Paul raised her hips back into position. Separating her mounds once again, he eyed his target and pulled her close. This time his tongue touched down firmly, but gently and swirled the perimeter of her small rosebud.

“Ooh, Paul. You’re crazy.” She giggled as the nerve endings in her anus shivered and tingled. But her laughter came to a quick halt after he coated his thick finger in a cool, heavy gel and firmly tapped her bottom hole.

As Michele lifted her head and turned around, his firm hand smacked her buttocks. “We’re going to try something new tonight, so behave yourself.”

Her eyes widened as she watched him lather and stroke his hard cock with the same gel. “I don’t know about this, Paul.”

“It’s not like I haven’t been inside your ass before. We’ve been getting ready for this day for a long time. Just relax and let me stretch you with my finger first.”

“Your cock is much bigger than your finger. I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Sure you can.” His voice was soothing, but insistent at the same time. “Now let me properly prepare you.” He slathered her cleft with more gel and swirled it around the smooth entrance of her ass. Her eyes squinted as his finger finally pressed inside. “It’s time to let me in, sweetie.”

Michele whimpered with embarrassment, although they both knew that she enjoyed the invasion of the tip of his finger. “Just the tip in your backside now, so push out for me.”

“Push out? What in the hell are you talking about?”

His finger retreated as he slapped her bottom firmly. “You need to follow my directions. Bear down and let me in,” he instructed as his digit inched deeper. Her tight hole stretched around his thick finger as she finally understood and pushed back into him.

“Good girl, I know you’re trying.” The fingers on his other hand drifted into her pussy lips as he complimented her, rubbing and teasing the swollen, wet tissue. “And just for the record, I do believe you’re enjoying this, my love.”

She smiled and tried to grab the tight sheet underneath her, hoping that he would continue circling her hard bud until she climaxed. Instead, he re-lathered his finger with the cold gel, and slid it back into her bottom as far as it would go, wiggling his digit deep inside her.