Hot Cooking Spanker Wanted (10 page)

“
And
you need to be needed?”

“
No,
not really. I just need you to need me.” He was watching and
waiting for my reaction.

“
Why?”

He
paused to think about his answer. “Like I said before, I worry
about you. I have right from the start. You always give me reason to
worry. The way you talk about yourself is rarely positive. I don't
like that.”

“
I
see.” I moved back over to the sofa and sat down. He maybe saw me
as his girlfriend. He had said that to the doctor on the phone when I
was sick last time. He had spanked me terribly after finding out that
I went to church, looking for a man. He may have pretended that that
wasn't the reason, but I guessed it was.

He
sat down next to me. The sofa was long. It wasn't necessary. Should I
just ask him right out if he wanted me as a girlfriend? Would he say
'no' and I would feel unbelievably stupid? This wasn't the normal way
to meet people. What if he said yes? How would I respond?

Did
I want him as a boyfriend? There were pros and cons with that. I
would end up in the same kind of relationship as my poor friend. We
could compare bruises. No, I didn't want him as my boyfriend. It
didn't matter, he had made it clear in the beginning that we could
never have that kind of relationship. He maybe even had a girlfriend.
I wondered where her toothbrush was.

My
medicine kicked in. I leaned into his warmth and decided to worry
about that another day.

I
woke alone again. I went to the bathroom and then back to sleep. I
could smell turkey the next time I got up. It made me feel hungry. I
noticed a pile on the coffee table. It was three dresses and a three
pack of underwear. I checked the labels they were all my size.
Spooky.

I
got up and peeked in the kitchen. My head was a lot clearer today. I
could go home now. I wondered if my car had been towed. A cab was the
best idea.

“
Happy
Thanksgiving,” I muttered.

He
turned to me and smiled. “Happy Thanksgiving. How do you feel this
morning?”

“
A
lot better, thanks. I think I can stop with the pain medicine. My
hand doesn't hurt anymore.”

He
took both of my hands in his. “That's great because you only have
one pill left. We'll save that for this evening. I'll get your bath
started for you.” He walked past me and into the bathroom. “I got
you some things for you to wear. They are on the table.”

He
was drawing a bath for me like I was a little kid or something. I
should just go now. This guy seemed to want me to be his daughter. He
was so good looking, and he didn't have a girlfriend. This I should
have noticed before.

I
followed him into the bathroom. A nice bath before I left was a great
idea. I would even wear one of the sun dresses he got for me home and
the new underwear.

I
tried to picture him at the store buying it. Did he feel stupid or
proud?

“
Katherine,
it's time. In you go. I still have lots to do in the kitchen. Call me
if you need anything.”

I
picked out one of the dresses. It was plaid with browns and gray and
predominant pink stripes. I chose a pair of light pink panties to
match. The other dresses followed the same pattern just in other
colors. My things had been removed.

I
went in and washed up. There was a hairbrush there too. I wondered if
he could even afford this. He didn't seem to have to go to work. Or
had he taken the week off so he could take care of me? I'd ask him
later. I brushed my hair and then twisted it into a knot. I stepped
into the tub and let the warm water take away some of my tension.

He
was right no one would wonder where I was. He could just keep me and
no one would be the wiser. Did he realize that? I hoped not. Famous
author disappears, never to be seen again.

I
pushed myself out of the tub. A big job with just one hand. I let the
water out and dried myself off, then washed out the tub. I was
definitely feeling well enough to go home.

I
put on my new clothes. They fit well. The dress would have fit better
it I had a bra on. My breasts were bouncing around a bit much. I'd
have to ask him where mine was. I brushed my hair so they were
covered up.

I
went out feeling practically naked. I stood in the kitchen entryway
again. He smiled at me and pulled out a my chair. I thanked him as I
sat.

“
Just
tell me what to put on your plate.” He listed off all the things
that he had made. It was more than a lot, especially seeing as how we
were just two people.

“
Just
a little. I haven't been eating much lately.”

He
gave me a plate piled way too high. “You have lost a lot of weight
recently. Let's see if you can put it back on before you go home.”
He sat down across from me with his plate.

“
How
long are you planning on keeping me?”

“
Truthfully?”
He looked a little mad.

I
nodded a bit scared.

“
As
long as you let me.” He started eating.

My
wheels in my head started to turn. I was feeling a little happy that
I wasn't being kept against my will. “So if I want to go home after
we eat, I could?”

Ryan
gave me a hurt look, but he nodded.

“
And
if I wanted to just stay here, I could do that too?” I was even
feeling a little playful.

He
smiled and nodded again. He liked the idea of that better, I could
tell.

I
laughed along and started eating too. We talked like old friends
mostly about how great he thought my book was. He was obsessed with
the main male character. Personally, I didn't think they had that
much in common. But it made me happy that maybe other people were
talking about my book while they enjoyed their Thanksgiving meal,
too.

I
felt like a stuffed pig by the time he declared it was pumpkin pie
time. “I surrender. You win. I'm full. I need a break.”

He
laughed and brought me into the living room. He flipped through the
channels until we found a film that we were both interested in. That
took awhile.

He
sat down and laid his arm around me. I wanted to ask if we were
boyfriend and girlfriend now. Was I okay with that? I mean this guy
liked to hit, and I didn't know anything about him, and he didn't
know anything about me either.

I
told myself to just calm down and enjoy the moment. He wasn't doing
anything odd to me just now. Once I came clean then he might
understand that I meant it when I said that I didn't want to be hit.
That it wasn't some repressed desire that I had.

When
he announced that it was bedtime I snuggled into the couch hoping he
wouldn't think about my medicine. I wanted to stay awake and work
tonight. I could type fairly well with one hand. I always did it that
way when I ate. Maybe I could get a couple of pages in.

Ryan
gave me a kiss on my forehead, in a very un-boyfriend like way before
he went into his room. I heard the shower start and I took the chance
to boot up my computer. It made a noise every time it started. I had
to do it now or he would hear it. I still had over five hours on my
battery. I opened it up to the right program and then hid it under
the sofa. He went to bed and left the door open. He could see the
sofa from his bed.

I
waited for him to fall asleep before I tipped toed into the kitchen.
Talking with him about my book and helped me figure out what to write
next. I was ready and raring to go.

I
typed ten amazing pages when the light went on in the kitchen. He
stood there in pajama bottoms. His chest was bare. He had a stomach
and chest like a male model. No wonder he was so strong. I couldn't
tell if he was mad or just curious.

“
I
couldn't sleep so I thought I would put my energy into something
useful.”

He
nodded, turned around and left. Was he mad or not?

I
looked at the time. It was three A.M. so I decided to finish the
section I was working on and then go back to bed, sofa, whatever. I
would have him take me home tomorrow. That way I could work in peace
and without having to feel guilty about it. My Agent would get her
chapters and everyone would be happy with me again. It was 4:30 when
I crawled onto the sofa and fell asleep.

Ryan
was up early the next morning. He wasn't quiet about it either. I
woke up and dragged myself up off the sofa and took a quick bath. I
dressed in the yellow and light blue dress with light blue underwear.
I braided my hair in a single long braid. This was very difficult
because of my hand, but in the end my fingers fell into the routine
of it.

He
was sitting on the sofa reading my book from the beginning again. I
remembered that he didn't want to go to the movie with me. He wanted
to live with me, but he didn't want to be seen with me in public. Was
he married? Going through a divorce? Maybe I wasn't good enough for
him? He was one of those people with perfect bodies and he seemed to
have his life all figured out. He even felt he could figure mine out
for me.

I
went to the sofa and sat down next to him. “Do you want to talk
about the other characters today? Or the relationship of the one you
like with the others.”

“
No,
I thought that you and I could talk about why you pretended to sleep
and then you were up for about five hours in the middle of night
working even though you're sick.”

He
looked at me like he expected me to answer. “You know I have a
deadline that I have to meet. Maybe work isn't important in your
world, but it is pretty damn important in mine.” My eyes were
blazing.

“
Work
is very important to me too, but so is sleeping, eating right and
taking care of myself. If you can't balance those things then you
won't survive long. You will burn out and mess up your work and they
will drop you like a hot stone.”

I
sat there with my mouth wide open. “That's – that's not true. The
work I did last night was really very good, some of my best ever. I
want to go home now. I will confess who I am and where I live but I
want to go now.” I tried to stand up, but he had me over his lap in
seconds. My dress came up and my underwear went down. I couldn't
believe this guy. He was smacking very hard. My feelings were already
hurt and now my bottom was on fire, too.

I
tried to cover my backside with my good hand as I screamed 'rose'
over and over. He just moved my hand out of the way and continued
paddling at me with his strong hand.

“
Your
safe word won't help you today. You're getting what you got coming.
This is even long overdue.” Smack, smack smack.

I
sobbed over his knees and begged him to stop. After a bit he did.

“
You
seem to think that your job is more important than your health, don't
you?” Smack.

I
was too upset to talk. He had his left arm wrapped around my waist
holding me in place over his knee so close and so tight that I knew I
wouldn't be getting away this time.

“
You
think that it doesn't matter. It's just your health on the line.”
His hand came down on me several times. I was bouncing around.

“
I've
told you before that they will drop you like a hot stone when you
can't keep the pace. Do you think I am kidding?” He rubbed my
bottom in circles. That even hurt.

I
sobbed and didn't answer.

He
brought his hand down hard. “Do you?”

I
shook my head, sniffling loudly.

“
If
you believe me, then why do I have to do this to you? If you believe
me, then why don't you change your ways? You can work during the day
just like everyone else. If I ever catch you pulling crap like that
then God help you because I won't hold back.”

I
gasped. He was capable of even more.

“
That's
right, Darling. You ain't seen nothing yet. But if you don't change
your tone you will.” He was rubbing again. I wasn't able to move at
all. I just cried. I tried to bury my face in my hand but the cold
metal brace gave no comfort.

“
Eight
hours of sleep. You know when you need to wake up. I trust you to be
able to do the math. If you can't your backside will pay the price.”
He brought his point home with his hand again.

I
laid like dead over his knees. I couldn't control my tears, so I just
let them flow.

He
moved his legs around, placing a foot on the shelf under the coffee
table. That raised my bottom, considerably, in the air. He smacked
low.

That
woke me up from my coma as if I had gotten an electrical shock. I
howled in pain. The next several smacks all landed there too. I fell
to pieces begging him to stop. I promised him everything that I could
think of. I even said I would go to bed at six if that would make him
happy. I meant it too. Anything that would make him be happy with me.

I
was still rattling off promises when I realized that he had stopped.
He was holding me to his chest. My good hand had been let go of. I
was able to hide my face, and my shame.